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Another Rainy Monday

Yes, we have an ice cold drizzle falling here today. I’m sure the rain is good for the garden, but I would love a day or two of sunshine.

How about an excerpt?

From GAMBLER’S FOLLY

Karianna woke to the sound of raindrops on the balcony. She had always liked the rain, and had often taken long walks under an umbrella to enjoy the quiet. Tossing the covers back, she rolled out of bed, put on her dressing gown, and went to watch the rain.

Damiano paced the floor, every inch an angry cat. His kiss was brief and unsatisfying, the hug nearly an afterthought. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nasty weather. Rain is depressing.”

“You don’t like the rain?” she asked.

“No.”

“Can you elaborate? I always thought it was kind of nice. So quiet and restful, unless there’s thunder.”

“Elaborate?” he snarled. “Fine. It is wet, it makes spots on my clothes, ruins my shoes and makes my fur all matted and smelly.”

She couldn’t contain her amusement at the image of a large black leopard dripping with water, ears laid back, and snarling at the sky.

“It’s not funny,” Damiano protested. “First I get wet, and then I have to get even wetter to get clean. Most annoying.”

“But you love to swim or take a bubble bath. Why don’t you like the rain? It’s like a shower.”

“It isn’t anything like a shower. It’s cold, you can’t turn it off, and it makes nasty puddles everywhere.”

“Alright, so we won’t go out sightseeing today. We can stay in and relax.”

“How can I relax with that noise?”

“Really, Dam, it’s not that loud. We can put on some music or watch a movie.” After waiting for some sort of answer, she gave up on conversation. “Fine. I’m making some coffee. If you want any, come in the kitchen.”

Still chuckling to herself, Karianna turned on the tap, let the water run so it would be fresh, and put a coffee packet into the machine. Pushing the button to turn it on, she heard it filling. So she closed the tap in the sink and went in to relax on the sofa until the coffee was ready.

Her usually even-tempered husband stood, arms crossed over his chest, glaring out the glass doors at the pouring rain. If he’d been in his cat form, his ears would have been laid flat against his head, tail lashing.

“Damiano, if you don’t like the weather, draw the drapes and come sit down.” She heard a low, chesty growl in return. “Don’t you growl at me, Damiano Leone. I’ll come over and smack your nose again.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he retorted, his head snapping around.

“Well, I’m not going to stay in all day with a sulky leopard. So either close the drapes and shut out the rain, or go back to bed and sleep it off. But don’t ruin my day being snarky.”

“If you like the rain so much, why don’t you go for a walk and let me sulk? And if you get all wet and filthy, don’t complain to me about it.”

“I do not believe what I’m hearing. One of the most powerful men on the planet, and a great big leopard as well, and you’re put off by a little water falling from the sky? Really, Tiger, get a grip.”

The sound of the coffeemaker turning off got her attention, so she stormed back to the kitchen, trying to control her temper. Pouring a cup of the aromatic brew, she took it back into the living room, so she could stretch out on the sofa.

Sniffing the air, Damiano watched her get comfortable before asking, “Did you bring me any coffee?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“But I always have coffee in the morning,” he said, whining.

“When you can be civil, I’ll bring you some coffee. If you can’t be civil, get it yourself. I don’t cater to spoiled brats. Or cats.”

She might as well have slapped him from the look he gave her. Stomping into the bedroom, he slammed the door. “Well,” she murmured under her breath. “Great big pussycat has his tail in a knot this morning.”

“I’m not a pussycat and my tail is not in a knot,” he shouted through the door. “But I have very good hearing.”

“Then hear this, pussycat,” she shouted back. “You can either get over your damn self, or you’re in time-out. I will not put up with this.”

After her third cup of coffee and a couple croissants, the bedroom door opened and Damiano stepped back into the room. She ignored him.

“Karianna,” she heard, in a gentle, apologetic tone. “I’m sorry, Karianna. The rain and the darkness, they put me in a bad mood.”

“Did you have to take it out on me?” she asked tersely.

“No, cara. That was wrong. The rain is not your fault, and it is good for the growing things outside. Even if I don’t like it, it is necessary.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad morning, lover.”

“It is alright, now?” he asked, so very much like a little boy who was sent to his room until he could behave.

“Yes, come over and sit down,” she answered, patting the sofa with her hand.

Damiano padded quietly over to where she sat, looked down at her with big, questioning eyes and asked, “May I have some coffee now, carissima?”

And don’t forget Book 2–DANTE’S ANGEL

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Fun with Photos

Our daughter, Dawn Krois, is a photographer. So this weekend we got together to do some photos for my author pages. We had a fantastic time!

It was so much fun, I decided to share some of the pics with you!

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The little boy who must be First Lord…

When Viviane’s brother,  Carl, was cast out for treason against the clans, her nephew, Connell, was chosen to be the new clan heir. But at ten years old, he doesn’t see the need for all these abilities he must learn to control.

And Viviane still hasn’t managed a firm hold on her Talents.

Follow their stories in Talents, Book 4 from Esperance.

Coming soon!

Here’s a little excerpt!

“Who are you talking to, Connell?” his friends asked.

“Little Nell. Why?”

“Nell? Little Nell? Why are you talking to her?” Bobby asked with a sneer.

“Because she is a friend of mine, just like you are. And I’ll talk to whomever I like.”

“How can she be a friend? She’s too little, and she’s a girl.”

“If you can’t accept my friends, then maybe you should go elsewhere,” Connell stated.

“Connell, don’t let me get you in trouble with your friends. It’s all right,” Nell told him, her face bright red in embarrassment and on the verge of tears.

“You’re not getting anyone in trouble, Nell. I don’t answer to anyone except my parents and the first lord about who I can have as friends. And they all like you and your family. If our families are friends, then we can be friends, too.”

“Are you coming with us or what?” Bobby asked.

“It’s almost time for lunch. I should head over to the family pavilion. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Bobby was still muttering as the group of boys went back to the Gather.

“Look, Nellie, I’m sorry. They had no right to say anything. You’ve always been my friend and you always will be. Besides, none of them made me a bookmark.”

This time the blush was different and there was a smile on her face.

“It was just a little bookmark,” she said.

“Well, it is special to me.”

When he arrived at the family pavilion—a few minutes late of course—his mother began to scold him, but his grandfather interrupted.

“Just a minute, Alice. I sense things are not quite what you’re making of them. Connell, what kept you?” Grandfather asked.

With a deep sigh, he explained about the other boys and Nell.

“I mean, she was really upset because of what they said. I wanted her to understand she was still my friend. She was about to cry!” he stated firmly, daring anyone to disagree.

“Is she all right now?” Grandfather asked quietly.

“She was when I left, but it made me a little late. I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re here now, and you did the right thing, grandson,” the older man said. “I should hope you would stay friends with Nell. She seems a very sweet and talented young lady.”

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Ciao!

I’m working on Book 4 from EsperanceTalents. It picks up the story of Connell, newly chosen heir of Belfort, while it continues with Viviane’s struggle with her Talents, those magical abilities she inherited from her father.

When the story begins, Connell is ten years old and about to go live with his grandparents where he can train more intensely with his Talents. And Viviane’s Talents are misbehaving after she nearly killed her traitorous brother Carl at his trial.

While you’re waiting for Talents, check out Book 3Morgan–The Pixie and the Green Man. If you don’t like Kindle, Morgan is also available at Barnes and Noble, Books-a-Million, and at Smashwords.

 

 

 

 

Here’s a little teaser from Morgan.

 

“Are you sure you want to go out with me? There must be someone more suitable.”

“No, there isn’t. We’ve been over that ground before. Lord or not, I know when I’ve found something I like.”

“I still don’t understand it,” Morgan insisted. “As much damage as I carry from my past, I’m permanently flawed. Someone with your family and upbringing should be able to do better than me.”

James shook his head in wonder. She really couldn’t see her beauty, could she?

“Morgan, some species of trees are susceptible to particular fungal infestations or viruses, which make them unsuitable for lumber. But the same disease produces beautiful patterns in the wood, making it prized for its artistic qualities. The paneling from these trees is probably ten times the cost of what the lumber would be.”

“What does this have to do with me?” Morgan asked.

“Jewels can sometimes have flaws. Usually this makes them less valuable. But on occasion, the flaw makes the jewel worth more than its weight in gold.”

“What are you trying to say, James?”

“I’m saying that perhaps what I like about you wouldn’t be there if the flaw was missing. Your attitude, your sense of humor, or the way you always get back up and carry on when faced with adversity, spring from your past.”

“Don’t be daft.”

“I’m not. Your past is what made you who you are today–the beautiful woman I love. ”

Ciao for now everyone.

And Don’t Forget–

     –to Share the Romance…

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I’m also on Twitter.

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I’m back to work on Talents, so I’ll post a few excerpts later. For now, here’s a peek into Dante’s Angel, the second book from Gambler’s Folly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What To Do…

I currently have two series up and going–Esperance and Speranza (Gambler’s Folly)–with more books in each series started and others planned. I also have a stand-alone about to release on Amazon.

And then there’s this one story, the one that wakes me up at night with new scenes. A book which would be in the Esperance  series, but was not previously planned. The book that is driving me crazy because I need to be working on another one, but can’t get this one out of my head.

Is it a good story line? Yes.

Would it fit in with the rest of the series? Yes.

Do I like the idea? Yes.

But the series isn’t ready for it yet. It needs the one I’m trying to work on.

So, the question is:

Do I force myself to write the one I should write?

Or do I write the one that keeps bugging me to be written?

Not a clue. But I’ll get there. They’ll both be written and released in the proper order. But sometimes being creative can make you crazy.

Or crazier than you were to begin with…

Welcome to March everyone! Let’s make it a great month.

 

 

 

 

 

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