Valentine’s Day 2022

I’m a day early, but that’s okay. We’re having our Valentine’s Day dinner today, too, because I have two more crazy days at the day-job, so I’m not anticipating being able to have actual dinner tomorrow on Valentine’s Day.

We had a bit of passing snow in our forecast last night when I went to bed, and I figured we’d get a dusting, if anything. Just like every other time we’ve had snow in the forecast so far this season. I had a little surprise when I got up this morning and we had a few inches of snow on the ground.

Valentine’s Day Eve 2022

Those tracks are from the outside cats. They left a single path in front of the shed, plus several there around the back, plus more from our carport into the neighbor’s garden. I was a bit late with their breakfast, poor homeless things. But the snow was so pretty. It won’t last, the sun is out, and temps are above freezing, plus by mid-week our temps are supposed to be in the 50s again. But winter isn’t over yet, so maybe we’ll see a better snowfall this year.

I have a little snippet for you this week from the second story in the shifter series I’m working on.


India wasn’t sure how she made it through the meal. She didn’t taste anything, couldn’t even concentrate on the food she put in her mouth.

All her attention was on the man sitting too close to her–the fresh, wild scent of him driving her slowly mad, the feel of his warm fingers on her back reinforcing the throbbing in her belly, his hard thigh pressed against hers all through the meal.

She should never have agreed to meet him for dinner. What the hell had she been thinking? She needed to get out of here.

Rory’s big hand settled on her nape again. “You’re not eating, a rúnsearc.”

She stifled a little shiver. When he called her that, it had always made her melt, and she needed not to do that. Not tonight. Not ever again. “I’m not hungry.” She set her fork on the side of her plate.

“I was hoping to share dessert with you,” he teased, leaning closer so his warm breath teased the top of her ear.

heat burst in her middle at that. They’d shared many desserts, a long, long time ago. Damn him. “I can’t eat anything else.”

“Then maybe a walk.” He tipped his head to look at her, and she couldn’t look away.

“I need to go home.”

Instead of looking disappointed, Rory smiled, his bright eyes knowing. “Then I’ll walk you to your car.”

That was too easy. She frowned up at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

He gave her nape a stroke, fingers and thumb coming together at her spine, that made her suck in a shaky breath. “Let’s go.” He reached into his pocket and took out some money, then pushed his chair back without releasing her. He held out his free hand.

If she took it… She tipped her head back to meet his gaze, unsurprised to see the heat flare in his eyes. Gathering her courage, she put her hand in his.

Rory pulled her to her feet, and into his arms.

She knew this was a mistake.


Do you have special Valentine’s Day plans? With friends or a significant other? Or will you be working crazy hours on the day like me and doing something on another day? I’d love to hear what you’ll be doing for the holiday.

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