It’s been a pretty decent writing week this week, which was nice. I didn’t expect it with my work schedule at the day-job. I’m going to hope I get as much in this week as well, though the day-job should be busier. If I do manage it, I should be pretty near the end of the first draft of this shifter story, if not to the very end. That would be a great way to wind down the month. Especially since I didn’t get much accomplished this weekend, except for household stuff. I suppose accomplishing anything is good, but I’d rather have gotten more writing in than I did. On the other hand, there is clean laundry, and my guys have enough leftovers in the fridge to last the week, and I have juice for the next two days. Now if I could get the mp3 player to import my audiobooks so I can listen at work, I’d be all set. To be honest, I wasted too much time fighting with that earlier, more than I should.
We have a baby bunny in the backyard again, still little enough I could hold it in one hand. I won’t, of course, but he (or she) is absolutely adorable. That was the first thing I saw this morning when I was in the kitchen, making tea. Not a bad start to the day.
Now I just have to hope none of the feral cats in the neighborhood get him.
Is it wrong that I’m already thinking about vacation when it isn’t scheduled until the end of next month? I don’t know why. Maybe my brain is just ready for a break. I am going to take a slightly longer weekend in a couple weeks, and I’m overdue to drive out to see my dad, though I may try to time that for when my sister drives up from the south to visit, too–I haven’t seen her in even longer, and I worry. Silly, maybe when we’re adults with grown children, but what can I say.
Before I get back to the tiger shifter, I think maybe a little snippet of Hunting Medusa for you…
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“You know there are drawings and sculptures of the original Medusa, with the snakes and her still very beautiful face.”
“I’m aware.” Her jaw clenched, and she glared at the floor. “Not too many men are in the market for a woman so dangerous, however. Not to mention going out in public like that would be like sending out a worldwide bulletin to your family: ‘here I am, come kill me’.”
He nudged her shoulder with his own. “I’m attempting to cheer you up, Andrea.”
“It’s not working, but thanks.” A larger divot had appeared in the floor, and she slid her shoe forward to touch the mark with the toe.
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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So what did you intend to get accomplished over the weekend that you didn’t cross off your list?
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