Definitely Spring

As I write this, it's currently 81 degrees in the shade in my carport. On March 22. The first day of spring was Friday, but I think the first day of summer is still a few months away. Maybe Mother Nature's calendar is skipping ahead, I don't know, but for today, I'm okay with it. I brought home a bouquet of daffodils, all just buds, and they've all burst open, so my kitchen is cheery.

Yesterday was also the inaugural Romance, Mystery & Magic Book Fair, and it was so much fun. I loved chatting with all the readers who came out to see us, plus visiting with author friends. Now I'm getting my things reorganized and ready to go for this Saturday's Local Author Fair at the Manheim Community Library, set for March 28th.

The event starts at 10 am, and we'll be at the library until 3 pm. Some of the authors will be speaking, and the schedule has some interesting topics on it; the breakout sessions begin at 10:30 with a break for lunch at 12:30, and then running through the rest of the event. If you're close enough to get to Manheim, I hope you'll pop in to see us on Saturday! I can't wait to chat with everyone!

The next event on my calendar is the Brook Hollow Winery A Day or Two of Wine, Romance & More in May, and I'll talk more about that one soon. I may have a November addition to the schedule to talk about a little later, and of course I'll keep the events page updated.

Before I get back to catching up on all my weekend chores, I have a quick snippet for you this week from Hunting Medusa.

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Andi couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. She’d worked into the night after the vacuum salesman’s appearance, until she couldn’t see straight to continue with her beading. Then she’d sunk into the bubble bath long enough to be nearly asleep. Today, she’d repeated everything but the bubble bath. Plus she’d driven into town to ship the big order she’d finished early.

Now she sat in the dark beside the front window, watching the forest. Waiting. Trying to convince herself nothing was coming. No one.

When the phone rang, she jumped about two feet in the air, barely keeping in a shriek. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to laugh weakly as she picked up the receiver. “Hello, Aunt Lydia.” She didn’t need caller I.D. to know when one of her cousins or aunts was on the phone. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you, my dear,” came the quavering voice. “I just wanted to touch base with you. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”

Her slightly psychic great-aunt must have spoken to Andi’s mother. “I know. I’ve been busy working.” She thought of the small stack of boxed beaded bracelets sitting on her desk upstairs for another customer whose order wasn’t even due for a month and a half.

“You’re aware you could do that here, too, right?”

Andi smiled in the darkness. “I know. I’m not feeling much like company right now.”

“You don’t have to visit your parents, you know.”

Her laugh escaped before she could stop it. “That isn’t very nice of you, Aunt Lydia.”

“Maybe I’m getting selfish in my old age.” Her great-aunt chuckled. “But I’d like to see you.”

“Maybe in a few months.”

The older woman sighed. “All right. But I wanted you to know I was thinking of you. I love you.”

Andi felt her eyes sting a little. “I love you too.”

“Your mother knows she wasn’t there for you eight years ago, Andrea. Perhaps it’s time to let her be there for you now.”

Andi’s eyes dried. “I need to go, Aunt Lydia.”

“Of course, dear. I hope you’ll come soon.”

She looked back at the window and murmured, “Maybe. I’ve got to go, Aunt Lydia.”

Something had moved outside.

Something too tall to be one of the does that frequented the clearing each evening, though not tall enough for the bull moose who came occasionally. Just the right size for a sneaky Harvester posing as a vacuum salesman.

She thumbed off the phone and sat up straighter, her other hand coming to rest on the dagger across her knees. For a long moment, she didn’t see anything. Then a dark shape slid between the trees, a few yards nearer to the house.

Her heart hammered against her ribs and she curled her fingers around the dagger hilt. That was no animal. At least not of the wild variety. No, this was a two-legged animal, and she had the terrible feeling this one really was a Harvester, no matter what her mother had said yesterday.

Let him try, she thought, setting the phone back on its base. He’d find this Medusa wasn’t going down quietly. She only wished she were PMSing so she could take him out without too much effort. Or mess. If only he’d waited just a few more days to make his move…

She stifled a hysterical giggle at that last thought, glad she’d listened to her instincts this evening.

The shape disappeared again in the dark trees, and she held her breath. Then he reappeared for a few seconds, much closer to the house this time. Her pulse pounded in her ears. He was determined. And now out of her line of vision.

A loud, sharp beep indicated her alarm system had shut down, and was accompanied by the sound of every appliance in the house also turning off. He’d killed her power at the junction box outside.

Bastard.

Andi got to her feet, then tried to decide which door he’d come in. She heard the soft sound of a footfall on the back porch. She crossed into the kitchen, not needing to feel her way around the furniture, and positioned herself beside the refrigerator. He wouldn’t make it far into the house, and then he was hers.

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Has your weather skipped ahead to summer, too, or just ours? I don't think it's going to last here, and I'm okay with that, I'd rather have spring than summer, or at least not have summer for a few more months. Haha.

What are you all reading this week? I'd love to hear!

Until next week, happy reading!