Whee! Any knitters out there? As some of you know, I’ve been working on a website for my mom. She designs GORGEOUS sweater patterns — that’s one of hers on the right there, featuring my one and only baby boy (back when he was a baby boy, lol!) and I finally, finally got her site all done! It’s at gingeroriginals.com — come take a look!
I’ve always been amazed by her creativity — partly because for some reason I’m horrible at knitting and sewing (I guess that gene didn’t carry over, dang it all) (actually, don’t ask me to iron anything, either — you’ll regret it). So it was a lot of fun to get to do this for her — I can’t knit, but I can make a knitting website! That counts for something, right?
So that’s the all wrapped up part — and the one week to go part is…
The Boys Back Home!
Next Tuesday, my first Samhain book hits the cyber shelves! And on Monday night, I’ll be partying down at the Samhain cafe from 6-9 pm eastern — come help me celebrate!
Just to whet your appetite a bit, here’s the scene where we first meet Alan:
“Hi-yah! Get on up!” The harsh, exultant cry rang loud in her ears and Cassie, her heart thundering as loudly as the horse’s hooves, flattened herself against the stable wall. Something flashed by ahead, and she crept to the corner and peered around it.
Inside the corral a sleek black mustang galloped madly, its hooves flailing, its mane whipping the air. Crouched low over its back, his dark brows knotted in fierce concentration, was Alan Caine.
He rode bareback, his old corduroy coat unbuttoned and flapping behind him, his lean, powerful body surging with the stallion’s movements as easily as if he were a part of the horse itself. His lips were drawn tight against his teeth as he urged the mustang faster, faster still, and his hair, still long enough to cover his broad shoulders, streamed in the wind.
His features, like Kyle’s, had long left behind the final vestiges of childhood. There was nothing left of the slightly elfin-faced boy she remembered, with his high, sharp cheekbones and ragged mop of black hair. Cassie watched him, her heart hammering, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. He reminded her of the Rockies–harsh, implacable, distant and stunning. The sight of him, his hard jaw emphasized by the black shadow of his whiskers, fairly stole the breath from her lungs and made her nipples tighten with a longing she’d never been able to quench.
Using neither bridle nor bit, he turned the mustang with a squeeze of his thighs, bringing it around sharply and pointing it straight at the fence. Kicking in his heels, he buried his hands in its mane as it leapt, arching against the red-streaked sky.
He galloped the stallion in a wide arc, then brought it to a full stop with one short, sharp “Hai!” The mustang stood quivering as he vaulted from its back and froze, his dark eyes narrowing in surprise.
Cassie trembled beneath that sharp gaze. She’d meant to raise a hand in greeting, maybe flash him a quick, polite smile, but she found herself rooted to the spot, pinned to the earth like a frightened rabbit.
The breeze ruffled Alan’s hair, tossing it forward into his eyes. He pushed it back impatiently and, retrieving his hat from the fence post where he’d hung it, tugged it on. Then he strode to her, his chest heaving, his body still taut with adrenaline.
Cassie’s knees quaked beneath her as she looked up into his hard, chiseled face, and a furtive heat throbbed between her thighs.
Jesus. Had she ever, even for one second, managed to pretend she’d forgotten Alan Caine?
The Boys Back Home by Sierra Dafoe
Get it August 19th at Samhain!
http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/sierra-dafoe
The rest of this week is all about the work-in-progess (main problem being it isn’t progessing nearly as fast as I’d like, lol!) so other than stopping into the Sierra club, I’ll be offline until this coming Sunday, the 17th, when the Deliciously Naughty Writers and I are chatting over at Club Naughty. Come join us starting at 10 am eastern!
I’ll have to get a picture of Took on my shoulder for you sometime soon. But in the meantime, here’s a picture of her with the hubby — she’s still just a little handful!
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