Rose-colored Monday

coffee's monday truthI looked out my office window yesterday and found two roses blooming. I hadn’t even noticed the buds. This particular rose bush is old. It was in the flowerbed when we moved in over 20 years ago. I’ve managed not to kill it. Pretty hardy little plant for sure. The blooms are a beautiful pink and ivory blend and the perfume is divine. If it weren’t for my sinuses and storms, I’d love Spring.

There was a week and a weekend. Stuff happened, some interesting, some a little boring. I’ll try to leave out the boring but this might be really short if I do. 😉

Writing was good. I’ve added several chapters to the whole. I start Chapter 30 this morning and it looks like I’ve finally hit The Black Moment™. That’s always fun! And it means that things really start happening hot and heavy and The End is almost in sight.

My OSU Cowgirls swept Texas. Yay! Not sure when the new rankings come out but they should move up. OU was off this weekend and remain at #1. It also looks like the Cowgirls are in line for a regional tournament. Yay! Also, my Cards swept the Pirates. They play the Mets tonight and I hope they can get a win for Adam Wainwright, the starting pitcher. As a writer, I ❤ his name. He sounds like a hero and it doesn’t hurt that he’s handsome and one of the good guys and is TOTALLY heroic.

Nothing to really note on TV or reading/listening. I haven’t caught up with the DVR because baseball’s on. The “Secrets of Skinwalker Ranch” returns this week so there’s that. I did start a book I hadn’t read in literally years. Long story. I’ll try to make it short. Smart Bitches is a romance book blog. Readers who are looking for romance novels they can’t remember the title or author so they ask if any of the “Bitchery” know what book it is because they want to reread it. It’s a thing to not only be the one to give the right answer but to get it in the very first comment. I NEVER know the answer. Heck, I read/reread 200 books a year (or more), and have since…like…forever. The reason I can reread a book is because I forget what happens. Mostly. Anyway. I. Got. One. RIGHT! And first! So, I grabbed the audio version from the library and started listening. I’ve sort of lost interest now, but I’m also writing a lot so there’s that too. Anyway, not sure if I’ll finish it because I’m remembering more about it as it goes along and it is full of this author’s particular brand of crazysauce.

Saturday was First Saturday so siren test and Mexican food with the family. Yum! Also got Stormy time last Thursday though we had an incident with Jake, who got sick. I hit every construction zone and redlight getting the dog home. I won’t gross you out. LG took over dog medic duties and I ferried Stormy to his Snapology class. BTW, Jake is fine and was that night. The softball-sized clumb of regurgitated grass I found in the family room was evidence.

Rumor has it I might have a new cover soon. Not holding my breath but I can’t wait. I suspect it’s going to be one of my favorites.

And that, my friends, pretty much sums up my world at the moment. How’re things in your world?

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Friday Sinema: Dancing Fool

I’m on a critter roll lately. This one is 2 minutes of sorta creepy but really cute and definitely for the birds. Enjoy your weekend!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Hearts

Sometimes, I don’t even know the question until the Universe pops up and answers it for me. Today’s missive is totally on point. As a fiction author, there are things only I can see–or hear, or taste or feel–until I put the words down in a manuscript. And you know that in my books there’s always going to be a Happy Ever After. Because deep; down, isn’t that one of the things all of us are looking for?

The answer is:

Because there will be flowers, Silver, that only you can pick. Butterflies that only you will see. Laughter and tears that only you will know. And dreams that only you can dream.

The question was:

How does one know if they really are a prince or a princess?

Good question, your highness –
The Universe
©www.tut.com

Sometimes, Silver, you make my heart melt.

As a romance writer, this is what I want to do–make the reader’s heart melt and to make sure that my characters always find their prince or princess or soul mate or whatever you want to call their One. That takes dedication and skill and a willingness to be creative and provide readers with characters they want to know in Real Life, or maybe even be. That’s my goal with and every book and I have to admit that when I see authors who churn out formula books over and over and gain massive appeal, I have to wonder sometimes if it’s worth the effort. Then I step in to my reader shoes. I don’t read those books. I tried, looking for the appeal because hey. I’ll be honest here. I’d LOVE to hit one of the best-seller lists. That said, I read, I scratch my head, and discover that I have a hard time caring about the characters, get pissy because the facts are so wrong, and I put that book/series/writer on my DNF list.

So okay. I may never have thousands and thousands of fans. I may never hit a list. But when I put my name on a book and it goes out into the wild and into readers’ hands, I know it is the very best story I can tell. And that’s enough.

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Wednesday Words: Need a Hero

I am happy to report that I’m making steady progress on the ol’ WIP. Today’s #1lineWed THEME of **HERO** helped. I was at the start of a new chapter yesterday morning. As is my SOP, I left a couple of notes giving me an idea of where I should start since I ended the previous chapter without a firm plan for what comes next. Also, the only snippet I had incorporating the theme is a total spoiler so I’m not sharin’ it. Just sayin’… Anyway, I also knew I needed to look in on Sinjen. And the following is what transpired. I’m leaving the set-up to your imaginations because I’m a big ol’ tease like that. Yuppers. I am.
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The sun beat down on him. Like a rabbit in a pot, he boiled inside his armor. He’d killed his horse, putting the poor beast out of its misery. The water skin he’d retrieved from his saddle was empty. And still the run stabbed his eyes with bright knives. Ahead, walls made of mudbrick shimmered, a mirage drawing him to his death. He was ready. He’d come to this forsaken land to sacrifice his life for the cause.

Dropping to his knees, he swayed. Voices washed over him. Then he was on his back looking up into that blinding sky as water trickled across his parched lips. If he never saw the sun again, it would be too soon.

“It appears we have a hero,” a deeply feminine voice said.

His body tensed in places it shouldn’t. Not if he was half-dead. Not if he remained true to his vows as a Templar.

“Yezzz, my queen,” a voice hissed. Nominally male, it was higher pitched than the queen’s.

“Prepare him.”

When he next opened his eyes, the room was blessedly dark, lit only by flickering torches. He lay naked upon a flat stone. He closed his eyes. He’d heard rumors of a witch, one who ruled a land with magic and terror. She was despised and revered. No one spoke her name aloud for fear of being discovered. Sahira. She who comes.

“Get up, boy, lest you die right there. And trust me, we don’t need another dead hero.”

He startled, the muscles in his abdomen curling until he was almost sitting. The commanding voice, speaking English with a slight accent, drifted from the shadows.

“Who’s there?”

“I am Mathias DeVrie.” A man only slightly shorter than him stepped into the uncertain torchlight. “And you are Kristian St. John.”

Sinjen. A woman’s voice. Throaty and ending on a breathy sigh. A voice filled with need. With desire. A woman not yet sated. A woman only he could—

Sinjen roared, railing against the darkness of his prison. He would not say her name. Not aloud, not where his captor could hear but in his heart, he shouted her name.

SADE!
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I will add that this is something of a flashback for Sinjen, recalling events from his past life that were touched on in SEASON OF THE WITCH. Also, this is very literally a rough draft as I wrote it yesterday and then copy/pasted to the blog to set things up for today. Ignore the typos, ‘kay? So, inquireing minds want to know… who is your favorite fictional hero? TV, movie, play, literature, romance novels–not that romance novels aren’t literature but like Robin Hood and James Bond aren’t…well…you get my drift. Anyway, off to more heroic adventures for our star-crossed lovers today. Later, gators.

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Pancit Noodles with Chicken

Now that Mother Nature has decided to go home and sleep it off, I’ve been digging into the files for lighter, quicker fare for warm days. This one popped up.

Total Time: 30 Min.
Prep and Cook Time: 30 Min.
5 servings.

Healthy Living
Plate our Pancit Noodles with Chicken for a delicious entrée this evening. Tender rice noodles are the key ingredient in our Pancit Noodles with Chicken recipe, which includes chopped veggies and a tasty coleslaw blend.

What You Need
8 oz. thin rice noodles
1 cup boiling water
2 WYLER’S Instant Bouillon Chicken Flavored Cubes
1/4 cup KRAFT Zesty Lime Vinaigrette Dressing, divided
1/2 lb. boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into thin strips
1/2 cup chopped onions
1/2 cup chopped carrots
2 cups coleslaw blend (cabbage slaw mix)

Let’s Make It
1 – Soak noodles as directed on package; drain.
2 – Pour boiling water over bouillon cubes in medium bowl; stir until cubes are dissolved. Stir in 2 Tbsp. dressing.
3 – Heat remaining dressing in large nonstick skillet on medium heat. Add chicken, onions and carrots; cook 6 to 8 min. or until chicken is done, stirring frequently.
4 – Add noodles, chicken broth and coleslaw blend; mix lightly. Cook on medium-high heat 3 min. or until ingredients heated through and most the broth is absorbed, stirring frequently.

Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Family Fun: Kids can help soak the noodles and measure the chopped vegetables and coleslaw blend.

Tip 2 – Special Extra: Top with sliced green onions before serving with lemon wedges.

Tip 3 – Substitute: If your kids don’t like cabbage, substitute 2 cups of their favorite cut-up steamed fresh vegetables for the coleslaw blend.

Tip 4 – Substitute: Substitute shredded cabbage for the coleslaw blend. Be sure to use green cabbage, not purple cabbage, since the purple cabbage will turn the noodles an unattractive purple color. (I don’t know. I’m halfway tempted to try purple cabbage just to see if purple noodles ARE unattractive. Cuz, you know, it might be a good way to get kids to eat it… 😉 )

Head to MY FOOD & FAMILY to get all the details. I have to admit, I haven’t actually made this recipe, though I saved it to try because it sounds yummy. I’m not sure that Zesty Lime dressing is readily available though I did find that Paul Newman’s dressing line has the flavor. Having not made it, not sure what subs could be made, though I also found a recipe on-line for make-from-scratch lime vinaigrette dressing. Anyway, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? And out of all my heroines, believe it or not, Adele turned out to be the one who thinks this is an awesome recipe. Caleb? Not so much, but then werewolves are carnivores. Adele will make a batch when he’s off on an investigation and has it for dinner and then takes leftovers to the FBI labs, where she works as a CSI, for lunch. Before meeting Caleb and fighting monsters, she was a CSI investigator for the Colorado Bureau of Investigation. You can read their story in THE DEVIL’S CUT (Penumbra Papers #3). It’s available from lots of different retailers. Just click on the title or the cover to head over to Books2Read for a link to your favorite on-line store. What about y’all? Are you adventurous when it comes to trying recipes? Or hunting monsters? 😉

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Pink Monday Moon

Monday again coffee girlApril’s full moon is tonight and it’s called the Pink Moon because all the phlox are supposed to be blooming. Yeah…Mother Nature is still drunk. Anyway, it’s also a supermoon so go stand outside tonight and enjoy it. My Wolves will all be out howling. 😉

There was a week and a weekend. I did stuff. That is all.

Okay. Kidding. Y’all know I won’t let you off that easy. Besides, I have pictures! So, let’s gett the easy stuff over. TV was mostly a bust. I caught up on a couple of DVR’d shows but kept falling asleep. I haven’t even managed to watch The Masked Singer so no idea who got unmaked. Maybe tonight. If I don’t fall asleep.

Sports was mainly Cardinals. They swept the Reds. Yay. Not necessarily for beating the Reds but for sweeping and being above .500 on the season. Plus, they need to keep winning to close the gap on the NL Central. They’re 1.5 games out behind the Brewers. My OSU Cowgirls had an off weekend. They play again this coming weekend. OU lost a game last week in overtime but came back and run-ruled that team in the second game. Go teams!

Writing. I did some. I made myself laugh. I put Sade in a crazy situation. I gave her two dragon bodyguards that she soooo does not want. There’s a cat. Don’t ask. And a foot chase. I’m just over 70K words. I’m not upping my word goal just yet. I have some scenes that will probably be saved for a later book. Not sure how much I’ll lose there, but there’s still more to happen so I’m guessing around 80K final. We’ll see. 🤞 today is a good day.

Insomnia is back from spring break. It could have stayed in Cancun. Or Ft. Lauderdale. South Padre. Wherever. It sucks. If I nap, things get thrown off even worse, but so does falling asleep at 9 p.m. Sucks. Totally.

So, besides some really good words, I also got a project done that’s been hanging out there. I didn’t want to do anything to the backsplash behind the kitchen sink until the faucet got fixed. And since the faucet got fixed and I had both sides of the counter cleared, I dug out the room of peel-n-stick wallpaper I got for $7.00 on the clearance aisle at Walmart ages ago. The hard part was figuring out the pattern run so I could match, along with the weird lengths and cut-outs. I should explain that the other side of the kitchen–where the stove is–backs up to the fireplace so the backsplash over there is white brick. Keep that in mind as you peruse my after pics. I should have taken a before but basically, it’s Formica that we painted over using Rustoleum Hammered Silver paint. That was like…20 years ago. Seriously. Anyway, Ta-DA!

If you want a better look, click on the photos to get a bigger view in my media library.

The picture on the left is corner where the coffee maker goes. The picture on the right is the opposite side of the sink and simply a close-up of the pattern. I think it’s pretty darn cool looking despite that the fact that it took me a couple of hours to do a run of about 10 feet. And yes, my countertops ARE turquoise marble Fromica and yes, they ARE original to the house. I still love them because I’m retro-weird like that. Anyway, that was my Saturday, which WAS followed by a nap. Hard work, people. Hark work!

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Progress on house projects. Progress on the WIP.

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Friday Sinema: Brother Bear

Here’s another Feel Good Friday bit of video. I ❤ bears. There are days I think about writing a bear shifter series. Then I get real. Anyway, here’s something short and sweet to get you ready for the weekend. Have a good one!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Dream vs. Reality

So, apparently the Universe is really big on dreaming these days. It seems a lot of the messages have to do with dreams, imagination, and stuffs like that there. Perfect advice for a writer. This particular note appeared a bit ago, but considering the chapter I wrote yesterday in the current WIP, it’s rather apropos. See, Sade had this dream and…anyway. The Universe has a point to make.

Ever have a dream at night, Silver, when you wondered in the middle of it whether or not you were dreaming?

Knowing that if you were just dreaming, you could rewrite the scary parts and expand the happy parts; run faster, jump higher, laugh your head off; summon guides, travel through time, read minds; levitate, manifest, do the impossible.

But then, you thought to yourself, “No, this just can’t be a dream, it’s way too real.”

Yeah, you’re having one right now.

Gosh you’re good –
The Universe

©www.tut.com
Yeah, Silver, you really are, and yes, you really can.

Not sure I’m actually having one righit this moment, but I am starting to dream more–or at least remember parts of what I dream. Sort of. Most of them are still pretty bizarre and way on the crazy side. Sort of like Sade’s. Her solution was to sing the Macarena song. Mine is to set here at the computer and dream up stuff like Sade singing the Macrena song. Who’s ready to do the Macarena with me? 😉

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Wednesday Words: Treat Yourself

It’s Wednesday. Already. Today’s #1lineWed THEME is a real **TREAT**. I almost used a snippet that starred Sade and Caleb back when they were kids and they’d been dared to do something. Instead, I decided to take the prompt and add it to a snippet I’d previously written using a flash fliction prompt in order to move the current WIP along. To set this up, Sade has returned from Paris. I think you can figure it out from there…
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Find the wizard, find Sinjen. Concentrate on finding the little turd. It shouldn’t be this fucking hard. The wizard apparently sprang whole cloth into this world. No one knew who he was. Not Interpol. Not the FBI. CIA. DHS. ATF. US Marshals. Interpol. The national police in every European country she’d contacted. Mathias had gone to the Concilium Magicae. None of the human reps knew him. They’d have turned his ass over in a heartbeat because Sade and the vampires weren’t the only ones looking. Not even the dragons could find him.

She’d caught the train from Washington to New York. She had a slim lead that might point either to his identity or his location and planned to spend the day in the Big Apple pursuing it. After hitting a couple of magic shops and talking to the leaders of NYC’s most powerful coven of white witches, Sade was no closer to her prey.

Walking aimlessly, she stopped to grab a slice of pizza when the scents wafting from a tiny pizzeria almost brought her to her knees. New York style pizza. Tomato sauce, pepperoni, cheese. She folded the huge slice, grabbed napkins, and head toward her final destination of the. Considering how frustrating her day had been, she deserved a treat. She continued down 5th Street.

Chewing and swallowing the last bite, Sade gazed up at St. Patrick’s Cathedral from across the street. Gargoyles perched among the spires, soaking up the sun and watching her through unblinking eyes. She wondered how many of the pedestrians around her were aware they were under surveillance by the magicks. She dipped her chin in acknowledgment. The shadow of Atlas, struggling to hold up the heavens, fell across her. She knew how he felt and offered a two-fingered salute as she left the iconic statue. At the corner, she turned right and a block later put her smack dab in the teeming crowd at Rockefeller Center. Sade had never felt so alone. She kept walking, though slowly as she massaged the crick in her neck she developed from constantly scanning her surroundings.

She had decisions to make. Too bad she had no one to talk to. Caleb was back in Washington being all werewolfy with his mate, Adele. Roman and Verity returned to the States and he was busy with his duties as the Legate of New Orleans. Ariel was not the fae to discuss affairs of the heart with. Especially not her heart.

A shadow drifted across the sidewalk. She searched the skies but found nothing. With her luck, that damn dragon had cloaked himself invisible and was stalking her. Nikos was one of the decisions she had to make. Nikos and Sinjen.

Her heart hurt at the thought of the enigmatic vampire. “So I walk away,” she murmured. “As soon as I find him.”

“And then what?” the wind whispered.

Good question. Could she leave Sinjen behind? He’d left her and she didn’t give a tinker’s damn what Crevan and Mathias said about extenuating circumstances. He’d left her.

At the next corner, a busker strummed his guitar, watching her intently before launching into a Creedence Clearwater song. Sade listened to the whole song then dropped a twenty into his guitar case. Good advice in the lyrics.

The musician gave her a chin lift. “Stay proud, Mary.”

Mind made up, she strolled away, smiling. “The name’s Sade but close enough.”
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Yes, readers, there’s trouble in Sade’s world. And it’s about to get crazier. Trust me on that. I hope you got a treat from reading this. 😉 Writers, will you treat us with some words? And readers, what’s your favorite treat to enjoy while reading?

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Coffee-Caramel Sauce

Sometimes, you just get a craving. Sometimes, you have the stuff on hand to mix up exactly what will satisfy that craving. This just might do it if you like the taste of caramel and coffee.

Total time, including Prep: 5 Min.
8 servings

Try something new with this Coffee-Caramel Sauce. Caramel topping and brewed coffee are heated together in this scrumptious Coffee-Caramel Sauce.

What You Need
1 cup caramel ice cream topping
1 Tbsp. freshly brewed strong MAXWELL HOUSE Coffee, any variety

Let’s Make It
1 – Cook ingredients in saucepan on low heat 5 min. or until heated through, stirring frequently.

Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Note: Serve as a dip for sliced apples or drizzled over scoops of ice cream.

My Tip – Serve over anything! Like pound cake. Angel food cake. Short cakes. Add whipped cream. Or ice cream. Also, any coffee will do, but the nice people over at MF&F like their namebrands. 😉

There’s video! Click over to My Food and Family to watch and get all the details. Speaking of cravings, Britt Owens had her share while she was carrying Cooper Tate’s twins. She didn’t know she loved this topping until Katherine Tate shared it over a piece of pound cake. Now Britt keeps a jar in the fridge for ice cream, cake, apples, toast…you name it! Want to discover how a prickly storm chaser and a determined oil executive find their happy ever after? Grab TWICE THE TEMPTATION, book #9 of the Red Dirt Royalty series. Just click on the cover or the title and head on over the Harlequin to grab your copy. The book’s page also lists all the other retailers if you want to snatch it from another retailer. What are you craving today?

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