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Watch For The Russian

No, no. Nothing like that. The cold war is over, folks.

I’m talking about wolf-shifter Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, aka The Russian around Interpol’s Special Division.

Over 500 years old, he’s seen a lot, been a lot of places, and learned a lot of things. And one thing he knows–soulmates are once in a lifetime, and he’s already had his chance.

He’d mated with Ilyana a little over 200 years ago, and after 50 years of marriage, she died in his arms, taking his heart with her to the grave. Since then, he has hunted through the universe alone, neither seeking nor accepting any long-term relationships.

But maybe the universe is giving him a second chance, with a little blond she-wolf named Danni, with the most beautiful hazel eyes. And her scent.

Danni’s family was from Earth, but she’d lived on Gambler’s Folly most of her life. After her father died, she’d taken care of her mother, but money was tight. She couldn’t afford another place big enough for both of them, but the rent on her mother’s apartment kept going up.

And now tonight, on her way home from checking on her mother, she’d been surrounded by gang members. Terrified, she was sure she was going to die, until strong, warm hands settled on her shoulders and dispersed the young men.

He insisted on walking her home, but his woodsy, musky scent pulled her mind in another direction.

No, she didn’t have time for a relationship. There was her mother to think of, and needed to put aside enough to get them out of their current situation. But as she turned to say good bye, she simply had to feel his kiss, which was her undoing.

Neither of them want a relationship. Neither of them is seeking a mate. But Mother Nature has other plans for them. Can they open their hearts to the possibility of love?

Watch for The Russian–Gambler’s Folly Book 3–coming out later this month.

I Made It!

Yes! I finished in the winner’s circle of #NaNoWriMo2019, along with many others who participated this year.

What was this year’s story?

Whiskey Jug Genie--a fantasy about a genie trapped in a whiskey jug, only to find himself free in London, England 200 years later, still cursed and bound to the jug.

Is the story finished?

Not yet. I’m still working on the conclusion to the whole affair. But I’ll get there. And it will have a happy ending for all concerned.

What about those who didn’t finish?

There is a camp in April, one in July, and another NaNoWriMo in November. But even those who didn’t finish the 50,000 words this month have gained a habit of sitting everyday to write, or have gained words toward finishing a project.

There are no losers. We all won something.

Anyway, I can breathe a little more easily now. While I will continue to write daily, I don’t have the pressure of a certain number of words each day.

In the meantime, if you’re a writer, keep writing.

If you’re not, keep reading!

Thank you, NaNoWriMo for making all of this possible.

Yes, NaNoWriMo is almost over. Tomorrow is the last day. Those who have reached the 50,000 word goal will be declared winners. And there will be quite a few who will not have attained the required word count, who will be disappointed, frustrated, and wondering if they’re really cut out to be writers.

But no matter your word count, the fact that you started a book and worked on it for a month says you’ve won something. Maybe you didn’t finish as much as you’d hoped to.

But you wrote. For a month.

This could be the beginning of a habit that will see your first book published.

Everyone has different ways of staying motivated, or of making time to sit and write. I go for a walk in the afternoon, come back and stretch out, and with a glass of water in hand, I set the timer for 30 minutes.

During those thirty minutes, I write on my WIP. It may not be award winning prose, but I will have taken my project a little further down the road. If it’s a first draft, I can polish it up later. Or delete the passages I don’t like and rewrite.

But I will have made progress.

And you can, too.

If you want to give it a try, just get a cheap little timer from Amazon or Walmart–or any place you shop–put it next to where you are going to write, and choose your time.

Once that time is near, get your mind focused on your project, turn on that laptop, set your timer, and start writing. You may want to read over the last page or two of what you wrote the day before to get into the flow. But write for that half hour.

If you started NaNoWriMo with us, you are a winner. You may not get the certificate or the T-shirt, but you’ve earned my respect for having signed up and given it a go.

Besides, there’s always Camp NaNoWriMo coming up in April…

But for now, it’s time to get back to Whiskey Jug Genie!

If you liked Gambler’s Folly, you’ll certainly love The Russian. Book 3 in the series of books from Gambler’s Folly, this is the story of wolf-shifter, Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, and his soul mate, Danni.

No one knows for sure how old Dmitri–known to his friends as Dima–actually is, but he’s been around over 500 years at least. His earlier years were spent in what had been known as Russia, but since then he has travelled all over the know universe, mainly as a mercenary.

A little over 200 years ago, he met his soulmate Ilyana and they were together for fifty years. When she died, she took his heart with her to the grave. Since then he has hunted alone, neither wanting nor needing any type of romantic relationship.

He currently works with the Special Unit of Interpol, alongside Damiano, Dante, and the bear shifter who is the chief. On a trip to Gambler’s Folly, he finds a young woman threatened by gang members and goes to her rescue.

Maybe Mother Nature is giving him a second chance at happiness.

The Russian is now available for pre-order at Smashwords for $0.99. Once it is released, the price will go up, so go on over and check it out.

How about an excerpt before we go?

If it hadn’t been for her scent, he would have been fine. Lilacs with honeyed-vanilla and white musk had wrapped around him softly. Hazel eyes under blonde curls had drawn him in. He’d thought, after all this time, he had control over his urges. What had possessed him to kiss her?

Her mouth now, there was a treat. Fresh raspberries and sweet white wine still teased his palette. Between her scent and her taste, he was one messed up wolf. He wanted to run through the forest, roll in the leaves, and howl to his pack mates about this delicious female he’d met.

No, he wouldn’t see her again. He didn’t need a relationship. Life around him was too uncertain. Besides, he’d had a mate long ago and, when she’d died, she’d taken his heart to her grave.

He was here for a job. He had no time for females.

How About an Excerpt?

If you follow this blog, you’ll know I’m participating in the NaNoWriMo 2019. And my project this year is a funny little story about a genie found in a whiskey jug.

So how about a little sneak preview from one of the earlier chapters? Remember, this is a very rough first draft, but here we go!

WHISKEY JUG GENIE

Eyes watering and trying to hold his breath, Martin finally got the front windows and the back door opened to let the stench out of his dwelling.

“Whew-wee!” he heard from the figure before him. “That was a good one. Been holding it for a long time.”

“What the hell are you?” he demanded.

The figure looked him over for a moment and then answered him with the strongest southern accent he’d ever heard.

“You can call me Bubba,” it said.

“I didn’t ask who you were. I asked what you were,” Martin demanded again.

The figure was about as tall as he was, around six feet, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and a crooked smile.

“Don’t get your panties in a wad. You would call me a genie, though I prefer djinn.”

“Gin? I’m a Scotch man myself.”

“No, djinn.”

“Yeah, gin. I’ve got it.”

“Were you born slow, son? D-j-i-n-n. Djinn.”

“I thought you guys lived in bottles. Not whiskey jugs.”

“No, usually we live peacefully in caves, places like that. But we sometimes get trapped in things like bottles or jugs. And I’ll be tellin’ you, it ain’t pleasant.”

“Why are you here?” Martin asked, reaching for his Scotch.

“You bought my jug.”

“But if you’re free of the jug, why are you still here?”

All he needed was a magical roommate. Now how did he get rid of this guy–Bubba. What sort of name was Bubba?

“That’s where the curse comes in. Unless you can take off the curse, I’m bound to this dad-blamed thing forever. I don’t suppose you’re a wizard?”

“I dabble in white magic, but curses? Don’t know a thing about reversing them.”

“It figures. Somebody finally comes along, buys the darned thing, but can’t help a fella out. Story of my life. What have you got to eat around here?”

While you’re waiting, why not check out some of my other writing? All my books are available at Smashwords and Amazon.

Later this year, the next book from Gambler’s Folly will be out, so watch for The Russian, Book 3!

Brown jug with a cork in it

Brrr….

Winter is definitely in the air today. It was down around 30 degrees this morning when I got up. Miss Kitty decided she simply had to go out on the deck, however, and nearly froze her pitter-paws off. Now she’s miffed.

I’ve gotten into the swing with NaNoWriMo, with 3617 words written yesterday. And Bubba is turning out to be quite the character. I do hope Martin finds a way to free him from the jug…

Anyway, I’ll be sitting down to write for today once I have a bite to eat. I’ll keep you posted on my progress as the month continues. With any luck at all I’ll reach my 50,000 words by November 30.

Wish me luck!

And We’re Off!

Well, sort of.

I got a late start on the NaNoWriMo due to an out of town wedding. But you have to go to your grandson’s wedding.

Right?

The rehearsal was Friday afternoon, and then the rehearsal dinner. After that, his mother and I were up until the wee hours getting the food ready–lasagne, potato salad, and corn dip.

I appreciate that our daughter is a fantastic cook. And I understand why her son wanted her to cater the main dishes for the wedding. But it was a bit rushed and stressful on the day before the wedding.

The wedding was beautiful on Saturday, but due to all the wedding prep, I hadn’t had a chance to write on November 1.

Grabbing the laptop out of my bag, I went to open my project and discovered I’d neglected to put it on my laptop. Thinking perhaps I’d emailed it to our daughter, I managed to get my phone to connect to my email, but no luck.

And the computer would not connect to the net. It had somehow turned off the wifi and it was late Saturday before I had a chance to get someone at our daughter’s house to look at it and figure out what was wrong.

Too late to do any writing yesterday.

So today one of our other grandson’s drove me home, we went to lunch, and I finally got sat down in front of the computer. To a three day backlog of emails.

However, I have made a start. Not a great start, but a start. This year’s project is Whiskey Jug Genie. I’ll need to catch up in the next few days, but I am confident I will make it.

Anyone out there joining in the fun? Drop me a line and let me know how you’re doing.

Or look me up at NaNoWriMo–Meleigh53.

Until next week, wish me luck!

Brown jug with a cork in it
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