It's New Year's Eve as I'm writing this, and I am looking forward to a new year. I don't make resolutions, but I do set writing goals each year. I'm trying something a little different with them this year, but my overall list is a bit ambitious. Wish me luck!
The very first thing on the writing goals list for 2024 is getting the third and final book in the Medusa's Daughters trilogy out into the world. If you're here regularly, you remember that I finally asked for help a while back. Right now, I have some reader friends who are going through this one to make sure it's really ready to go. I'm aiming for a first quarter release for this one, but of course, you know I'll share that info all over the place when it's official.
Today, though, is family dinner day, our annual New Year's dinner. Some years it's New Year's Eve, other years New Year's Day, and the menu changes a bit from year to year, too, though the basics remain the same (steak for hubs and the boys, shrimp for me and the boys, flavors are different each time for both). I did some prep yesterday, and right now, I'm getting ready to throw some mac and cheese into the oven so it'll be ready when the boys get here this afternoon, which will just leave the steak and that can go under the broiler as soon as the mac and cheese is out of the oven. Not a bad way to wind down the old year and start the new. Plus with early dinner, the boys will be off the road before the drunks are out. Later, hubs and I will probably watch a movie and have some bubbly to ring in the new year. And tomorrow? Well, tomorrow is for writing.
Before I get back to the kitchen, I have a snippet for you this week from Freeing Medusa to hold you over until it releases into the wild.
Katharine had had enough. Her skin tingled with need again, and her heart beat too fast. But she hadn't seen any likely candidates--even a desperate Medusa had standards.
Which meant it was time to go home and break out a couple more vibrators to get through tonight. Dammit.
She took another sip from her glass, smiling at Ramona from her post on the deck. Her friend danced with someone she'd greeted enthusiastically half an hour ago. She hated to interrupt, but it was time to go home.
Katharine sighed and shifted her shoulders, trying to loosen the tight muscles there. She turned her gaze over the crowd one last time, and her breath caught in her chest.
He was gorgeous, in a rugged sort of way. His nose had been broken at least once, a dimple dented his chin, and he had the brightest blue eyes she'd ever seen, black hair dipping over one of them. His green shirt stretched taut over strong shoulders and a wide chest, then tucked into a pair of jeans that fit nicely on narrow hips.
Her heartbeat quickened in anticipation.
Then he glanced away from his conversation with a shorter man and caught her eye. A slow smile curved his mouth as his gaze slid down the front of her, making her skin heat, then back up, lingering on her mouth.
Her lips tingled hopefully.
She took a drink from the cup she held. Whatever frozen thing Ramona had given her was melting and slushy, but she still tasted the bite of alcohol as it hit her tongue.
He moved away from the couple he was with, toward her, and her temperature rose a few more degrees. His long-legged stride was confident and unhurried.
No, damn him, he made her wait, pausing once to greet someone along the way.
She tighted her grip on the stem of the plastic cup and took a quick breath.
He finally stopped about two steps away, and she got a whiff of cologne, something musky that made her mouth water.
I can't wait for this one to be out so you can read all of it.
So...are you a resolution-maker? Or do you set goals another way for yourself when the new year begins? Or you do you just wing it each year? I'd love to hear about it. No matter what, I want to wish all of you a very happy and safe New Year!