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I actually would love to see the beach covered in snow again, it’s been too many years since I got to see that. That picture is actually pretty calming for me.
Things really aren’t as crazy here now as last month, but last month was out of this world insane at work. I worked more than one day’s hours in a single day–twice. Then, after all of the extra hours at work, last week was Thanksgiving, which meant I spent most of the day working in the kitchen.
But the craziness this month is all of the holiday events. For me, that’s actually mostly at work, believe it or not. December is one of our slowest months of the year at work–I spent part of today working on my writing schedule, week by week for the next six months, right after I volunteered for some busy work for another department for the rest of this week–plus my awesome employer gives us a generous number of paid days off this month, in addition to the annual awards ceremony, which takes place during the work day. Have I mentioned lately how thankful I am for my fabulous day-job? I really am.
Most of my at-home holiday things for December, I can take care of while I’m at home (the internet is a wonderful thing), which means I’ll have more writing time this month than I’ve had in a while. Nevertheless, there are still plenty of things on the must-do list in addition to the everyday chores: baking, holiday cards, meal planning, gift-buying. Those all take a fair amount of time.
But that doesn’t mean this is a take-it-easy few weeks. My writing goals for the next month are pretty ambitious, and I aim to achieve them. I might even sneak in a little more reading time!
What kind of wild and crazy things are going on in your world this month?
Now I’m heading off to do a little writing before I crash for the night, but I’m going to leave you with a little snippet of Hunting Medusa before I go…
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Kallan released her hand and put his arm around her shoulders. “Should I distract you in a different way?”
“I thought we agreed that wasn’t happening.” She didn’t move away, though she knew she needed to. Before her hormones really kicked in. She rubbed the bigger dip in the wood floor with her toe again.
“Stop glaring holes into the floor,” he murmured, nuzzling the top of her ear.
“Better the floor than you, wouldn’t you say?” She tilted her head away from him, but he just bent to the side of her neck.
“You smell good.” He licked her skin, sending a shock through her. “Taste good.”
Andi jumped when his other hand settled on her thigh. “Harvester.”
“That isn’t going to work,” he whispered, nipping her throat.
“Neither is this.” She resisted the need to whimper when his teeth grazed her neck in advance of a slow, open-mouthed kiss over the same spot.
He squeezed her thigh lightly, and heat shot into her middle.
Well, okay, maybe it was working. A little.
When he tilted her back, she let him catch her mouth. Just for a minute. She wouldn’t admit it to him, but this really was a pretty good distraction.
His kiss was even better now than that morning. Much better than last night. It turned her brain to mush and made her pulse quicken. Made her ache.
When his tongue slid along her lower lip, she met it with her own, coaxing him into her mouth, and then the mush of her brain disintegrated into ash. Poof—nothing left.
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