Tuesday Treats & Titles: Chocolate Pretzel Bark

Posted on January 18, 2022 by Silver James

Yes, I know. It’s been 3 weeks since Christmas. But CHRISTMAS MOON is pretty much wide now and I’m not sure I’ve mentioned that before. Plus this is totally a year-round treat, even though we mostly think of Chocolate Pretzel Bark around the holidays.

Total Time: 1 Hr. 20 Min. (incl. refrigerating)
Prep Tme: 20 Min.
Cook Time: 1 Hr.
10 Servings

Take chocolate-covered pretzels to a new level with Chocolate Pretzel Bark! The combination of chopped pecans and pretzels in BAKER’S Semi-Sweet Chocolate is truly fantastic. It’s easy to make Chocolate Pretzel Bark with your whole family.

What You Need
1 cup chopped pretzels
1/3 cup chopped toasted pecans
3 pkg. (4 oz. each) BAKER’S Semi-Sweet Chocolate, broken into pieces, melted

Let’s Make It
1 – Stir pretzels and nuts into chocolate; spread onto waxed paper-covered baking sheet.
2 – Refrigerate 1 hour or until firm.
3 – Break into pieces.

Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Size Wise: Sweets can add enjoyment to a balanced diet, but be sure to choose an appropriate portion.

Tip 2 – Chocolate-Peanut Butter Bark: Omit nuts and pretzels. Melt chocolate and spread onto prepared baking sheet as directed. Immediately drop 1/4 cup creamy peanut butter, by spoonfuls, onto chocolate. Cut through peanut butter with knife several times for marble effect. Refrigerate and break into pieces as directed.

My Tip – Melt the chocolate in the microwave, in 30 second intervals, stirring to help the chunks melt. And don’t worry about toasting pecans. Just grab a bag of the chopped ones off the grocery shelf and use them! S’all good. 😉

Guess where this recipe came from? Yup, that would be My Food and Family. Want all the details? CLICK HERE. The mates just have one thing to say about this one: If you have all the ingredients, you can totally make this in the kitchen of an RV traveling across I-10 headed west to reunite with the Wolves so everyone can all celebrate the holiday together. The kids love these. The wives consider them crack. Poor Antoine maybe gets one piece. And yes, you can bet they either elebenty million quadruple (according to Cody) the incredients, or there’s at least one mate constantly fixing it because, y’all? AWESOME roadtrip snack. Just sayin’. Want to read about all the hijinx along the way? Grab CHRISTMAS MOON from the online bookseller you prefer by going to BOOKS2READ to find your favorite. Just click any of the book links–title or pic. The ladies want to know, “What’s your favorite snack for a road trip?”

Pssst. Hannah here. I don’t care what anyone says, I can too make this shit er stuff. Microwave, baby. Easy peasy. Thing is? It’s easier to just let them do it. Ahahahahhahaha!

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Middle Monday

Posted on January 17, 2022 by Silver James

Sadly, this January has five–count ’em FIVE–Mondays. I wonder if that’s a peek at what 2022 will bring. In the meantime, there was a past week and a weekend to update. Let’s jump right in…

There was some writing done. Not a whole lot, but some. I did write Chapter 16 and then stared at it, hating the whole heckin’ thing. I intended to fix it on Friday but I found myself just staring at the words on my monitor and hating it even more. Argh. It’s an important scene–supposed to emotional and with insights into several different plot threads. I was tempted to print it out just so I could rip it into tiny little pieces. Saturday was a writing wash as well. Then came yesterday. Determined to fix that chapter I opened a new docusment, started with a different character in a different place and…welll…1500 words later, I have a decent backbone for that chapter. Today, I’ll harvest some from the original, fit the best parts into the new chapter and I think things will turn out fine, withou losing 1700 words. Words are precious, doncha know. Anyway, I’m feeling better about things this morning.

I did manage some decluttering in my office. I emptied a three-drawer rolling cart and a large hamper which, when sorted, became two bags for the charity thrift shop, two boxes for Only to sort, and a large bag of trash. At this rate, I’ll have a rearragned and organized office by 2023. 🤣

That’s about the sum total of my so-called achievements. The weekend? Pretty much a wash, but not totally. Saturday, I gave blood. I set a new personal best for “filling the bag”– 5 1/2 minutes. It usually takes me 7-8 minutes. I have good blood and the 🧛🏼‍♂️🦇🧛🏼‍♀️ like me. Giving blood is no big deal but it was beyond frigid outside–howling wind out of the north, windchill around 11 degrees, and spitting snow, of which none stuck. After staring at Chapter 16 for about an hour, I gave up and decied to get warm. I fell asleep under all the covers around 2 p.m. and didn’t roll over until 7:30 p.m. Yeah, I needed the sleep obviously. Boone is still being…weird and especially so at night. Anyway… Sunday, I rewrote the chapter and made Cool Whip Snickerdoodle cookies. Yummers but dang. That dough is heckin’ sticky! (FYI–it’s Cool Whip, a box of cake mix, and an egg. Easy peasy. But for the sticky!) Oh! And LG and I installed the Ring doorbell the Kids gave me for Christmas. I have a new toy! 🤣 Today, after my Wallyworld run, maybe LG and I will get the other camera up over the garage.

I only managed two books last week. Not exactly gangbusters, given my normal speed. I dropped my usual 200-book challenge to 150. At this rate, I might have to drop it more. I listened to a new-to-me author and then a favorite but a series that I’d start and not get far before losing interest. I picked up the audio book on a deal. Sadly, this series isn’t available from the library so not sure I’ll continue it at this time. I enjoyed it this time though, so who knows.

The Mystery of Blind Frog Ranch started its new season on Discovery. Dude… It is sooo out there this season. I love it! MiBs, bodies disappearing, things going bump in the night. Remind me not to visit the Uinta Valley in Utah! Not much else has caught my attention. We’re still a month and a half from pitcher/catcher by MLB owners are still in lock-out mode. Unless things change, there may not be a season. That will make me a very sad puppy.

Not much else going on in my world. Only’s up to some awesome shenanigans at work but I can’t discuss them until official releases. I don’t know all the details either, but it’s cool stuffs. No Stormy time but that’s okay. And that’s it for me. After one more coffee, I’m headed out to Wallyworld. If I people early, I can get it over with. 😉 Anybody have noteworthy news to share? How’s your weather?

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Friday Sinema: Tatum Go

Posted on January 14, 2022 by Silver James

I miss watching Lip Sync Battle. One of my fave’s is always Channing Tatum. That dude will do just about anything, as today’s video proves. Did you sing along? I did… Have a great weekend!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Smooth Sailing

Posted on January 13, 2022 by Silver James

I had hopes for this year. Not huge hopes. Yeah, yeah, we’re only in the second week of 2022 but so far, I’m not seeing much change–not in the big picture nor in the little one. The world is still operating on the nutty side. All I can do is shake my head and mutter, “Do you even listen to what comes out of your mouth?” Obviously, their answer would be no. On a smaller scale, Real Life keeps knocking me off balance. Or maybe it’s just me tripping over my own feet. I’m working on that–you know, the whole walking and thinking at the same time thing. Anyway, I need to let it go. And no, I am NOT singing that chorus. Nope. Uh hun. Not me…

In moments of high stress, anxiety, or fluster, Silver, instead of hoping, wondering, or worrying, remember your double-secret resources of skipping, twirling, and humming.

Port out, starboard home –
The Universe
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Winking, tilting, and nodding, Silver, may also apply in certain company, and rarely, but oh so rarely, might you dunk, swish, and slurp.

See? The Universe always has the answer. I’m not going to let the stress get to me. I’m not going to get anxious or flustered. I’ll do what I can when I can and let the rest go. Pardon me, I’m off to skip, twirl, and hum. But not that song. Nope…

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Wednesday Words: Vagaries of The

Posted on January 12, 2022 by Silver James

So I used to be the person who came up with the themes for #1lineWed over on twitter. It’s not always easy but today’s prompt? Seriously? It’s *THE*. That’s it. It is almost impossible to write a sentence that does not contain the word “the.” See? Since I don’t really want to count how many times “the” appears in the current WIP, I decided to post what turned out to be a rather long snippet but one that’s been freshly written in the past few days. Things are moving along and Ronan is certainly bedeviling Maura. *bwahaha* Side note, why is there not a *bwahaha* emoticon? Asking for a friend… Anyway, this should be fairly self-explanatory.
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Movement caught Maura’s attention. A tall man, impeccably dressed and the bane of her existence, leaned against the rear wall. Ronan O’Connor, Irish mob boss. And the man starring in all her wet dreams. What was he doing here? He might be standing across the room but she could seen the corners of his eyes crinkle as his lips curled upward into a faint semblance of a smile. He knew she’d seen him. And it was almost like he knew what she was thinking. The man was dangerous. And trouble.

The crime-beat reporter for a local TV station stood up. This woman was cool, confident, and put up with bullshit from no one—especially not Alex. She was impeccably dressed and looked like she’d be right at home in the Kennedy family compound out on Hyannis Port. “Do you have any suspencts?” Her voice rang out, dampening the mild buzz of conversation in the room.

Alex blinked, started to speak, then jerked his head around to stare at Maura. “I’ll let my associate answer that.”

Maintaining a perfect poker face, she traded places with him. Before she could answer the reporter’s question, others shouted at her. Who was she? Spell her name for them. Etc. Etc. Etc. Her voice frosty, she focused on each person who’d been yelling at her until they grew quiet.

“First Assistant District Attorney Maura Brannigan. M-a-u-r-a B-r-a-n-n-i-g-a-n. And to answer your question, Ms. Phillips, no. We do not have a specific suspect at the moment but we do have a person of interest we wish to question.”

A hush fell over the room and the crowd actually leaned forward in their seats. The crime reporter smiled and again, her voice cut the distance between them like a knife. “Are you in a position to share that information with us?”

Maura glanced over at the police officers. The Commissioner nodded. She didn’t smile but she let her eyes relax just a bit. “I don’t have much to share, Ms. Phillips. The body parts belong to known associates of the the victim that was found. He has a brother who was, according some some reports, a…” She paused and let a very small smile touch the corners of her lips before finishing, “the victim’s partner in crime.”

Phillips flashed a dazzling smile and dipped her chin in a small kudos. “So, you’re saying that the brothers had a falling out and in classic Cain and Abel fashion, one killed the other.”

Arching a brow, Maura returned the kudos. “All I’m saying, Helen, is that we have a body and his brother is missing. My job is not to investigate but to prosecute once all the facts are in and an arrest has been made.”

That statement set off another round of questions all directed toward the police. The PIO took over the microphone with a glower in Maura’s direction that he made sure no reporter could see. She smiled to herself. My work here is done, she thought to herself.

As the PIO attempted to regain control, a uniformed officer hustled into the room and jogged up to the line of notables. He whispered something into the Superintendent in Chief’s ear. The man paled but nodded. The chief caught the commissioner’s eye. They exchanged a look. The commissioner grabbed the department’s PIO and whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened before she could hide her surprise. She recovered, nodded to both the commission and the chief and with brisk steps, approached Alex. She deftly moved in from the side, not quite elbowing the DA out of the way.

Maura had to look down to hide the fact she was biting back laughter. The indignant look on Alex’s face was priceless. He sputtered as the PIO adjusted the microphone and took over.

“Apologies, everyone. Those are all the questions we have time for today. Any further questions can be directed to my office or to ADA Brannigan.”

Maura jerked her head up, too shocked to hide her emotions as she sought out Alex. He still looked pissed that his platform had been so precipitously removed and he was glowering at her. He mouthed, “What the hell?”

She gave him big eyes and a vague shrug of one shoulder. She didn’t have a clue and she also had no clue why she would be singled out to answer questions on this case. Alex had claimed it as his very own. He was the point person.

“We’ll finish this in my office, Miz Brannigan,” Alex hissed as he brushed past her. She turned to follow but the commissioner called her name. Both she and Alex turned to look at the man.

“I need your ADA for a moment, Alex,” the Commissioner explained.

Alex shot her a sour look and marched away after snarling, “Make it quick.”

Maintaining her composure, she faced the Chief and the Commissioner. “Don’t worry about your ride,” the Chief said. “I’ll get a squad car to take you back to your office.”

She nodded in thanks but let her gaze trail over what was left of the audience. Ronan O’Connor had disappeared. Good.
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There you have it folks. Maura’s caught between a rock and a hard spot and I guarantee things will not get easier for her in the next few chapters. Writers, free theme today. Have any words you want to share? And readers. what is THE one book that you are looking forward to reading?

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Cheesy Bread Pulls

Posted on January 11, 2022 by Silver James

Looking for an easy, gooey snack? You know for cozying up to watch a Hallmark movie, or the Superbowl? I would have said the NCAA Championship game, but they played that last night. Oh, well. There’s still basketball. And hockey!  Anyway, this one has lots of possibilities and can be tweaked to meet individual tastes.

Total Time: 45 Min.
Prep Time: 20 Min.
Cook Time: 25 Min.
24 servinges

Made with a round sourdough bread loaf, these Cheesy Bread Pulls are a neat way to present friends and family with garlicky, bacon-studded goodness.

What You Need
1 sourdough bread loaf (1 lb.)
1 pkg. (8 oz.) KRAFT Big Slice Mild Cheddar Cheese Slices
6 slices cooked OSCAR MAYER Bacon, crumbled
1/4 cup butter, melted
2 Tbsp. KRAFT Zesty Italian Dressing
1 green onion, thinly sliced
2 cloves garlic, minced
Reynolds® is a registered trademark of Reynolds Consumer Products LLC

Let’s Make It
1 – Heat oven to 350ºF.
2 – Use serrated knife to make vertical cuts, 1 inch apart, in top of bread loaf, being careful to not cut through to bottom of loaf. Turn bread 1/4 turn; repeat cuts.
3 – Cut each cheese slice into thirds; press into cuts in bread along with the bacon. Place loaf on large sheet of foil.
4 – Mix remaining ingredients until blended; drizzle over bread. Wrap with Reynolds Wrap® Aluminum Foil; place on baking sheet.
5 – Bake 25 min. or until heated through, unwrapping bread after 15 min.

Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Size Wise: Enjoy this warm, cheesy bread but remember to keep tabs on portions.

Tip 2 – Substitute: Prepare using OSCAR MAYER Natural Smoked Uncured Bacon.

Tip 3 – Cheesy Chili Bread Pulls: Prepare as directed, using KRAFT Big Slice Pepper Jack Cheese Slices, and substituting 1 drained can (4 oz.) chopped green chiles for the crumbled cooked bacon, and 2 Tbsp. chopped fresh cilantro for the green onions.

My Tip – I like sharp cheddar so I vote for using that instead of mild.

I’m leaning on my fall-back for good recipes. Click over to My Food and Family for all the nutritional details. Also, Dr. Liz Graham-Lightfoot dug out her copy and waved it under my nose. “Hey! Even us nerd girls can cook. Cheesy Bread Pulls and soup got me through grad school! Now, I have to make three loaves because Michael and Micah each want their own loaf! I mean, how unfair is that?” Sounds like a plan to me, Liz! And also, like father, like son. 😉 If you’d like to read how a wildlife biologist and a former Army sniper turned forest ranger bond over a couple of kidnapped wolf pups, you can read their story in BAD MOON. It’s going wide and you can find the current list of online booksellers at Books2Read. Just click title or a pic with the cover to go find your favorite store. If you already have your copy, thank you! What about y’all? Any favorite cheesy snacks?

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Monday the 10th of Never

Posted on January 10, 2022 by Silver James

Oh, wait. The Johnny Mathis song is “The Twelth of Never.” Yeah, yeah, I’m older than dirt because I remember slow dancing to that song at Teen Town in junior high. Or what is now called middle school. Whatever. Anyway, we are a third of the way through the first month of this year. I…can’t…even. I reallky should stop watching the news but ya know, with nuttin’ but reruns on, pulling up a comfy chair with a diet soda pop and a bag of microwave popcorn is kinda entertaining. Kinda. Like watching a train wreck. Hey, the popcorn’s tasty even if I’m teetering between these two faces–and thoughts!

So, there was a week and a weekend. In writing news, BAD MOON is now live a bunch of different places with more coming. I think I’m down to four books now that still need to go wide. The ones with publishers, I have no control over. I did get some new words but most of last week was pend on “administrative” stuff–cleaning up ;the timeline, moving some scenes, adjusting others, find and fix names, that sort of thing. All necessary to turn out what I hope is a quality read. Progress, right? I am hoping for many more new words this week.

I’ve pretty much been in a reading slump of late. I only finished one book in all of last week. Then I snarfed down a short Louis L’Amour books on Saturday. I do love me some Sacketts. I’m currently embarking on a series by a new-to-me author. They’re romantic suspense with some supernatural overtones and so far so good. Let’s hope I stay connected because that’ll be THREE books toward my 150-book goal this year.

On the home front, I’ve done some more decluttering but not necessarily by intent. Boone, bless his old senile* heart decided he wanted to used one of Only’s beanie babies as a chew toy. I got it away from him but it necessitated clearing out the entire corner bookshelf of her stuff. I needed to do it sooner than later anyway. Now they’re all dusted and put away in a plastic bin. Then, we were looking for some information and I ended up clearing out my inbox and one file cabinet drawer–sorting, tossing, and filing. I really should tackle my desk one of these days…*runs screming*

Sports. You can’t make this shitstuff up. As our president would say, “You can Google this.” A Yale transgender swimmter on the women’s swim team beat a Penn Univeristy transgender swimmer on the women’s team. The Yale is going F-M and the Penn is M-F. Yes, it makes my head do this:

I made homemade waffle batter the other night for dinner. Waffles and bacon. Yum! Awesome comfort food and it was a cold, drizzly night out there. Yeah, yeah, it’s freaking January. It’s SUPPOSED to be cold. I know, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I’m old and grumpy. Cold weathe rmakes my knees hurt.

Stormy came over Saturday afternoon to spend th enight. Only and Baseball Boy celebrated their anniversary with dinner at a fave restaurant and an overnight stay at their favorite B&B, the Monastery at Forest Park. I’d like to go stay there for a couple of days for a writer’s retreat. It’s a really cool place so check out the link. FYI, the little dickens was explaining an experiment on Mythbusters to me and got really technical–like how many units of some electrical measurement it would take to do whatever they were doing. I boggled. I shouldn’t, but I did. The little dude is SEVEN!

What else is going on in my life? Welpers, not much, so I guess I’ll wrap things up. Today is a Wallyworld day. I managed to lose my list last week and missed a few items. I need to restork them this week. And then I’ll get back to decluttering and writing, not necessarily in that order. Anything cool in your world? Have expectations for the week?

*He really IS getting demntia. He keeps trying to climb on the sofa tables or large storage bins so he can…I don’t know. Go through the wall? Or through the big bookcase in my office? I mean, is there a portal there I can’t see? Bless his heart. He’s not in pain, he gets around, he eats, he drinks, he does his business. So we just love him, shake our heads, and move along.

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Friday Sinema: Hope It’s Not Gonna Be This Kinda Year

Posted on January 7, 2022 by Silver James

Uhm…I have no excuse. Nor an explanation. Except it’s a catchy tune, the cinematography is perfect for the…uhm…story(?) and while this might be country, it remnds me of every music video I’ve ever seen. Don’t give up on it. Watch to the very end. We’re a week into 2022. I hope this year isn’t the same verse as last year. Just sayin’…

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal My Way

Posted on January 6, 2022 by Silver James

I’m what’s known as a hyrbid author. I have books released through publishers and I also self-publish. I had a publishing contract first, but back in the day when self-publishing first came to prominance, I made the decision to take my first paranormal series–Moonstruck–through KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) and I put them all, as they were released, into what was Kindle Unlimited and might be called Kindle Select now. In the past two years, I’ve watched the number of my page reads dwindle to the point that the royalty from selling 1 book was making me far more than several books combined under KENP (Kindle Edition Normalized Page–which means you don’t actually get paid for the number of pages in the book but by the number of pages that the ‘Zon decides is in your book). For example, the other day, I sold 2 books and received $2.07 in royalty. The same day, I had 73 pag reads for a royalty of 29 cents. It’s been like that for at least the last 9 months. So, this fall, I decided to get proactive. As my self-published books came up on their KU renewal dates, I took them out, updated their back matter to fit a wide variety of online bookstores and put them wide. In the midst of this, the Universe hit me with the following:

Life is a chance to do things your way, Silver; not the cheapest way, not the most popular way, and not how others think you should.

And a very, very, very precious chance, at that.

Got chills?
The Universe
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Keep calm, Silver, and get Notes from the Universe.

Yeah. It gave me the impetus to keep going. I need to find a wider audience. It may take awhile, and the ‘Zon certainly does no favors for authors who aren’t excusively in their sphere but hey, deep down, I know this is the right thing for me. Part of the decision stemmed from the fact my backlist has been out there awhile. Part of it was the chance to find new markets and new readers who aren’t dialed in to the ‘Zon. So, I’m staying calm. I’m making plans and changes because I had the chance to do so. I feel lighter, having made the decision and carrying it through. Most of my books are wide now. I have 5 more that come off this month and that’s the last of them. Anything new I publish will be wide. I such at marketing so I’ll probably never hit a best-seller list but that’s okay. I may not make the bucks I made back in the beginning before everyone and their aunt and uncle decided to self-publish. There’s a lot of…books out there. I’ll just leave it at that. So, the Universe hit me with some good advice and I followed it. I thought some of you might want to know why I made the decision I did. And now you do. So, what about y’all? What chance would you like to take but you’re hesitating over it?

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Wednesday Words: Fish or Cut Bait

Posted on January 5, 2022 by Silver James

And here we go with our first #1linWed prompt of 2022. Whoppee! Up north, it’s cold enough to go ice fishing. Down south, there are fish to fry. Back east there are some big fish, or least they think they are. Out to the west, especially in Hollywood, they fish for compliments. Have I offeneded everyone? Whatever. Idioms, people. It’s all about the idioms. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Our first THEME of the year is **FISH**. In today’s snippet from the Boston Wolves, Mick needs to fish or cut bait before Shannon goes after other fish in the sea…
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“What’s up with you and Mick?” Fiona asked. She sat cross-legged o the floor, her back leaning against Maura’s chair.

“Yes,” Maura agreed. “What’s going on there?”

Shannon chugged a long drink from the bottle of beer in her hand. “I’ve no clue what you’re talking about. Mick runs Clancy’s. I work there. That’s it.”

Bridget had just taken a drink from her lass of wine and snorted some through her nose. She hasitly grabbed a napkin and wiped her face and the front of her sweater. “That’s it? The hell you say.”

Another sigh huffed from between Shannon’s lips. “You tell me.”

Fiona rolled her eyes and uttered an exaggerated snort. “He stares at you when you’re workin’ at Clancy’s. Constantly.”

“And he flirts,” Bridget added. “I’ve seen him. Granted, he’s subtle but the flirt is there.”

“You can’t prove any of that by me. Jeez, I’ve tried, but anytime I suggest gettin’…well…together, he shuts me down. Cold. Like walks away and ignores more for days.” Shannon swallowed some beer. “And, yeah, I’ve seen him flirt with lots of girls. And despite what you all think you see when it comes to him an’ me, a girl knows when she’s not wanted. Trust me on that.” She stared at the women sitting around her. “It doesn’t matter. I won’t sweat the small stuff.”

That declaration was greeted with snickers. “Small stuff? Is there anything small about these guys?” Bridget asked, batting her lashes and making a kissy face..

“Like I would know,” Shannon groused.

Fiona peered at her. “And why would ya not? Bowie does nothing small. He’s…insistent that I’m his. I mean, Mick O’Connor is a big boss. You’d think he’d be right on top of things.” She grinned, pink coloring her fair skin, causing her freckles to glow. “Bowie certainly is. On top of things.”

“Shush, Fee. That’s m’brother you’re goin’ on about,” Shannon ordered. “It’s bad enough we live in the same apartment. I don’t need t’know what the devil m’baby brother is up to.”

Fiona’s grin turned cheeky. “He’s up to mmphhmmph.” Shannon smushed her palm against Fiona’s mouth.

Chugging the rest of her beer, Shannon pushed off the couch. “Well, I’ve had enough waitin’ around. Big or small, if Mick O’Connor is too dense to get the message that I’m interested in goin’ the next step with him, then he’s not man enough for me. I’m tired of bein’ celibate and there are other fish in the sea.”

“What about Brendan?” Bridget asked, smirking.

“Ewww. M’brother’s bestie? No.” She gave an exaggerated full-body shudder. “Just…no.”

The sound of what could only be a masculine throat clearing tugged all the women’s eyes to the doorway. Mick O’Connor himself stood there, stony-faced and glowering. His gaze flicked across all of them before coming to a stop on the one with black hair. He pinned Shannon in place with the force of his stare.

She blanched. “Oops.”

“Come with me.” Mick’s voice left her no choice.
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There you have it. What do you think Mick is gonna do? Yeah, me too.😉 So, writers, do you have any fish in your WIP? And readers, tough question today. What’s your favorite fish? Mine’s a toss up between lobster and crab. What do I have in my house? Canned tuna. What can I say?

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