I’d been watching our weather forecast for the last week or so, because there was a snowstorm in it for the weekend. By the time we got to the day of, though, we were sitting on the mapped line between a coating-two inches and 2-5″. I figured we’d be in the former, and it turns out I was right. We got just enough snow to cover the grass last evening before the snow turned to rain and most of the snow on the ground was melted away. Then it changed back to snow and we got a little, so now there is slush on the ground. I’m still holding out hope for a real snowstorm this season. It’s only January, right?
I know I said last week things had gotten off to a slower start than I wanted, but this week, my motivation is seriously lacking. I don’t know if it’s the season or just a mood. I did get three books read this weekend. Or re-read, I guess. But it’s been forever since I read them initially, it’s almost like a new read. I know I’ve mentioned here that Nora Roberts is one probably my favorite author and I want to be her when I grow up, but I also enjoy her J.D Robb In Death series very much, and that is what I’ve been reading. Naked in Death is quite a lot of fun, plus we get to meet the wonderful Roarke. Yum. The series isn’t strictly romance, though there is plenty in the first few books, but I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the early part of the series when it started in the mid-late 90s.
I need to get to actual writing work, though, plus catch up on two webinar series I’ve fallen behind on in the last week. So I’ll leave you with a snippet from Freeing Medusa, which really will be out this year.
Hunter had to do more digging to find Katharine than he’d guessed would be necessary. It took him several hours and finally a phone call to a friend at the DOT to get her mailing and street addresses. By then it was too late to call or show up at her door unannounced. But he checked in at the office in the morning to see what Mary Ann had on tap for him. Luckily, he had a couple hours free before he had to meet with a new client. Time to see Katharine.
He debated getting a gift certificate for a lingerie store to take along, to replace the underwear he’d destroyed, then decided that might be a little much, considering he was still virtually a stranger.
Instead, he picked up a fistful of daisies and drove across town to the address his buddy had given him last night. A neat little one story white house with an attached garage. Two narrow flowerbeds flanked the two steps to the front door.
And a tall guy in black shoved open a window at the side of the house as Hunter eased his car along the street.
Heart pounding faster, he didn’t stop in front of her house as he’d intended, but down the street several houses, and the way the homes were spaced on her street, it was far enough that the guy wouldn’t hear him and automatically assume he was coming to Katharine’s. He left the daisies on the seat and sprinted back to her house, through her neighbors’ yards. He peered around the corner of her house. The side window was open, and there was no sign of the man. He was inside.
Hunter’s pulse quickened even more. No time to call the cops. He stepped up to the front door, noting the alarm company sticker in the front window. He didn’t want to do damage to her door, though, or alert the intruder to his entry, so he pulled a pick out of his pocket and jiggled it carefully in the lock until the latch gave. Then he stepped inside, holding his breath while hoping the alarm would take a few seconds before it went off.
There was silence through the little house. Maybe she hadn’t set the alarm. He shut the door noiselessly, then heard a low voice.
Good thing he hadn’t given up carrying. He whipped his gun out as he crept through the living room, past the empty kitchen and an office. He stopped when he got to the open door of the bedroom and leveled his gun on the dark man standing over her bed with a wicked-looking, slightly curved blade in his hand. In the open collar of his shirt, a gold pendant gleamed around his neck, something too small for Hunter to identify. A few feet from there, the curtain fluttered in the breeze coming through the open window.
“Drop it,” he said evenly, hoping Katharine stayed right where she was, lumped beneath her blankets.
The guy jumped, startled, clearly so absorbed in his own plans that he hadn’t paid any attention to the rest of the house. Good thing for Hunter, and for Katharine. Bad for the intruder.
From the corner of his eyes, Hunter saw movement on the pillow, but he couldn’t take his gaze off the intruder to look. He just hoped she stayed in her spot on the opposite side of the bed long enough for him to deal with this asshole.
“Do you really want to stop me?” the other man said in heavily accented English. “From killing this monster?”
“No monsters here, buddy. Drop the knife. Now.” He jerked his gun a little, indicating the rocking chair in front of the closet where the weapon wouldn’t be easily reachable again. More movement on the pillow. In his peripheral vision, it looked like a couple of snakes. That couldn’t be. He kept his gaze on the other man. “Do it.”
The other man’s dark eyes narrowed, mouth tightening, his expression furious. “It is my duty to kill the Medusa.”
Hunter thumbed off the safety on his gun. “If you don’t drop your weapon now, buddy, I’m going to put a very large hole in you. One you will not recover from.”
The dark guy muttered something Hunter couldn’t understand, something foreign, and, after a few more seconds, tossed the blade away, but not where Hunter had indicated. Instead, he threw it over the bed so it stuck in the plaster wall beside the mirror attached to her dresser. When Hunter glanced away from him to be certain the dagger hadn’t done any damage to Katharine, the intruder lunged out the open window.
“Dammit,” he muttered, striding to the window in time to see the back of the other guy vanishing around the neighbor’s porch a few dozen yards away. He pulled his head back inside and froze.
Those were snakes on the pillow, several of them.
“Katharine,” he said quietly.
“You should go, Hunter.” Her voice was choked, hushed.
He frowned, his gaze stuck on the snakes. They were in her hair. “Honey, they are snakes–”
“I know. You should go.” She sucked in a harsh breath, and the lump of her under the blankets contracted.
His frown deepened. That could not be. The snakes were not just in her hair, they were her hair.
So, how are you feeling mid-month? Getting lots of reading done? Working on your new year goals? You can let me know in the comments here or pop by my social media pages to this post and tell me there, too. I’m have some book-signing prep to do today, and then it’s writing time the rest of the day!
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