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I leave for Chicago to spend some much-needed time with my girl (and my first American Thanksgiving) on Tuesday.

My laundry is done -- need to iron and pack, my hair is done -- coloured it this morning, a lovely rich chestnutty colour, loading my iPod with tunes (and Supernatural eps)right now.

Got my ticket and will check in online tomorrow (trying not to freak out about the actual flight).

New novel to read on the plane, which will hopefully distract me.

Got my dollars to buy Christmas pressies :D

Hmm...now, what else?

Ticket to Chicago to spend Thanksgiving with Emily is booked.

I feel all excited and wobbly!! :D

This seems to be the week for them!

Interlude 2 reviewed by Whipped Cream: 4 cherries out of 5

My thanks to the reviewer.

Two for Fortune's Favor:

Rainbow Reviews, 4 out of 5 stars

Reviews at Jessewave, 4 out of 5

One for Letting Go:

Rainbow Reviews, 5 out of 5 stars


My thanks to all the reviewers who took the time to read and review my books.

I've signed up for NaNo, with a half-formed idea of what I want to do. If you want to buddy up, I go by the rather imaginative name of CassidyRyan :D

So I decided to trim my f-list a little. I've only removed the people who either didn't friend me back, or trimmed me from their own f-list. Generally, if you friend me, I will friend you back :D

Bound By Love



Excerpt:

Rhys Matthews jerked upright in his battered armchair, his head snapping from side to side. He groaned when he realised he’d succumbed to sleep in the old chair in his studio for the third night in a row rather than climb the stairs to the big comfortable bed in his living quarters.

A frown wrinkled his forehead and he wondered what had pulled him from sleep. Not a dream, he was sure. He was too damn exhausted to dream these days.

The answer to the question came before he had even finished thinking it, and he pushed himself out of the chair, moaning with discomfort as his body’s cramped muscles and aching bones made their displeasure known.

He made his way down a short flight of stairs to the front door, feeling significantly older than his twenty-six years. He pulled the heavy, scarred door open and found a uniformed delivery man standing on the other side, a patient smile on his face.

“Mr. Matthews?” he asked pleasantly.

Rhys squinted against the early morning sun. “Uh, yes.” His voice was thick with sleep and disuse. When was the last time he had spoken to another human being?

The man’s smile deepened. “Don’t sound too sure there. Haven’t had your morning coffee?” As he spoke he held out a package wrapped in thick brown paper and a clipboard. “If you would just sign here, sir.”

Rhys took the package and tucked it under his arm, then reached out and scribbled his name on the line indicated.

“Thank you sir. You have a good day now.” With that the delivery man turned and headed smartly in the direction of his van, parked at the end of the narrow, cobbled lane.

Rhys stood in the open doorway for a couple of minutes, blinking dumbly at the package, then, giving himself a mental shake, he shut the door and climbed the stairs back to his studio.

For a moment he paused to consider the canvases in front of him. He was preparing for another one-man show, and as usual, had gotten lost in his work.

He couldn’t help smiling around the inevitable nervous flutter in his empty stomach. He was pleased with the way things were going.

Forcing himself to move, lest he get caught up again before he had a chance to shower and eat something—when was the last time he had eaten? He grinned to himself.

He’d last eaten about the same time he had spoken to another living being—the boy who had delivered the pizza two nights ago.

He placed the package on the battered workbench that held his materials and would have left it there to go upstairs and sort himself some breakfast, but the neat, copperplate handwriting on the wrapping caught his attention. A thrill so intense it took his breath away ripped through his body. He reached for the package and tore at the paper with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning.

To bbmrebel. Hope you are happy and well, hon. Miss you around these parts.

In My Skin has been nominated in elisa_rolle's Rainbow Awards!! How cool is that? :D

http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/807504.html

Fortune's Favor is re-released today as a Single Shot Classic by Torquere Press.

This was my first published work, so it has a warm little place in my heart. :D

Blurb:
Hayden is a big time chef who wants to come home to his small town and open a restaurant. He's excited, because he's had an on again, off again relationship with town Sheriff Cal, and he thinks they can become a real couple.

Cal doesn't seem to agree, worried that coming out will ruin his life, so he tells Hayden to hit the road. Hayden tries to get on with his life by returning to the city, with disastrous results. Can Cal put aside his fears and take Hayden back?

Sample

A solitary wail of a siren, a single flash of blue light, and Hayden Garrett pulled over to the side of the road in his new, red Alfa Romeo Spider, the sound of the engine the softest of purrs.

He placed his hands, encased in black leather driving gloves, at two and ten o'clock on the steering wheel, and waited, a little thrill of anticipation uncurling in his stomach and heading for all parts south.

He watched in the rearview mirror as the driver’s door to the black Ford Explorer opened, and a prime hunk of manhood uncurled itself from the seat.

The man reached back into the SUV, retrieved a tan colored hat, and perched it on his head, covering dark hair shorn in a military fashion.

Eyes riveted on the mirror, Hayden watched the man come towards him, all long, powerful legs, narrow hips, and wide shoulders; he even managed to make that nasty tan polyester uniform look good.

He stopped beside the car, groin right at eye level, and Hayden felt his cock twitch in appreciation of the pretty sweet bulge right there, within touching distance. If only…

"Mr. Garrett," he said, in a deep, dark chocolate voice.

Hayden took his time raising his head, raking his eyes up the long, hard body until he reached the sheriff's face: strong chin, sculpted lips, and the slightest crook in his nose that suggested that it had been broken at some point in his life, finally resting on dark glasses that he knew hid disconcertingly blue eyes.

"Sheriff." He gave him a small nod. "Something I can do for you?" Hayden felt one corner of his mouth lift minutely and dropped his eyes briefly to the front of the sheriff’s pants, before raising them to his face again.

Sheriff Cal Hunter cleared his throat with a sharp bark of a cough, and Hayden bit back a grin.

"This is quite a car, Mr. Garrett," Cal said, all coolly professional. "Tell me, does it come with a speedometer as standard, or is that an optional extra?"

to izanaki_misa. Hope you have a wonderful day, hon.

Many happy returns to pfodge. Here's to lots of presents and cake :D

Hi, all you animal lovers!

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Here's the web site! Please pass it along to people you know. Thanks in advance!


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At this moment in time, Letting Go is at number 1 in the ARe lesbian book chart -- bestselling and highest rated. w00t!!

Last night saw the sudden onset of flu-like symptoms -- every single bone, muscle and joint in my entire body aches, and I spent most of the night with my head down the toilet -- yeah, I know, attractive!

My doctor says it's definitely flu and wont rule out swine flu. I just know that it fuckin' hurts!!

And tired. So very very tired.

Whine over :D