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Overload & a Story Snippet


( Photo credit: Nicholas_T via / CC BY   )

It’s been a long week, and a really long couple of days.  I took a ride this morning for a visit and the scenery looked a lot like that picture above.  It was cold when I left the house, but the sun was out.  About halfway through the drive, the flurries started.  When I reached my destination, there was snow on the ground.  Not a real accumulation, but enough to dust the grass and driveway.  The first actual snow I’ve seen so far this year–the couple of flurries we got a week or two ago don’t really count.  The snow today made me happy.  The rest of the day, not so much.

So, while I’m working on adjusting my mindset for a fresh start tomorrow, tell me what has made you happy this week.  It can be anything, big or small, as long as it made you happy.

And how about a little bit of hot tiger shifter?


Boris had his head propped on one hand, watching her emerge from the smaller room. “I’m sorry,” she said automatically. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He patted the mattress in front of him. “Come here and talk to me.” Her pulse stuttered, then quickened at the look in his pale eyes. “Bad idea, Boris.” He smiled a little. “I never have bad ideas.” He patted the same spot again. “We never finished our discussion last night.” That. She took a slow breath, then realized he was shirtless. She tried to remember if he’d still been wearing his trousers when she got out of bed. He started to push himself to a sitting position, and the sheet slid down his wide chest.

“Fine,” she said, hurrying to the side of the bed. Gods, if he was naked under there… Her heart beat faster. She sat on the edge of the mattress, and he eased back to his elbow before the sheet dropped to his waist.

Vivi took a slow breath and dragged her gaze from the hard ridges of his abdomen to his face. She expected a smirk, but his expression was somber, though his blue eyes were alight with heat. She swallowed and glanced at the clock beside her bed–seven-ten. She had a standing date at ten o’clock. “You wanted to talk?” she said finally, looking at him again. “We need to make arrangements to move you.” She frowned. “I don’t want to start the day with an argument.” “Then don’t argue.” He caught her arm and tugged her toward him, startling her.


So tell me what made you happy this week.  And I’ll keep working on regaining my own.


(  Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn via / CC BY )


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