Friday, December 28, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Today I'm celebrating this glorious holiday with the people I love most in this world--my wonderful husband, my amazing son, and my precious new baby girl:-) I hope you all are enjoying your day with loved ones as well and that you have a very Merry Christmas!
Wishing you all Christmas blessings, from my family to yours!
Monday, December 17, 2012
― Bob Marley
Friday, December 14, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
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Monday, December 10, 2012
The weekend started with my husband and me taking our two and a half year old son to see Santa Claus. Every year where I work they have Santa come to visit the children and he brings them a gift. It's such nice gesture and we always have a nice time. Now last year my son had no issues at all with Santa--well except for the Santa that showed up at my aunt's house unexpectedly... Boy that was fun. But when we took him to see Santa at my work event he was fine--sat on Santa's lap and everything.
Not so much.
He was so excited to see Santa and kept waving at him but when the time came for him to actually sit on Santa's lap he didn't want any part of it.
So I dutifully stood next to Santa with my little boy so he could at least get a picture with him. But, of course, my son decided to hide his face in my hair. Needless to say, we didn't get any good pictures. After we left Santa Day we had a birthday party to go to where my son got all hopped up on sugar and adrenaline from playing with the other kids. Then it was off to a Christmas party down the street from where we live. This is the first year we've actually been able to attend and, let me tell you, we had such a nice time. We ate food, mingled with the neighbors and fellow members of our community and then... drum roll please...an announcement was made that Santa was on his way.
Once again we were excited to see Santa--waving and saying "Hi!" The children all made their way back into the house so they could sit on Santa's lap, tell him what they wanted for Christmas and receive a small gift. My son was all for it...until it was his turn. This time I attempted to sit on Santa's lap with him and my husband was going to snap a quick photo but it didn't happen. All we ended up getting was a squirmy two year old who was crying and trying his darndest to get the heck away from Santa.
So, once again, no picture.
All in all we did have a very good--and very busy--day. Maybe things will be different this Saturday and if Santa happens to show up at my aunt's house during her annual cookie exchange maybe I'll get a picture of my son with Santa.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
They become Magician, Thief, Priest and Fighter when a magical book guides them upon a quest that pits them against magic, demons and ‘The Hawk,’ an evil hunter of men.
Join a race against time to find three crystal skulls that must be brought together, while all the forces of Chaos try everything to stop them!
Please enjoy this excerpt from The Flight of the Griffin:
Pardigan tried again...
C.M.Gray’s writing is mostly fantasy and many of the experiences he has had in Asia, Africa and the
Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5752854.C_M_Gray
Friday, December 7, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Having always disliked shifter politics, Trey Coleman hadn’t bothered trying to form alliances with other packs. Now that his uncle – a wolf with many alliances – means to take Trey’s territory and his pack, he has no option but to form some alliances of his own very quickly or he’ll be easily outnumbered in the upcoming battle. He figures that the easiest way to do that would be to mate with a female who’s Alpha is powerful and influential. There’s only one problem with that – he would then be stuck with her, and the last thing Trey wants is a mate. When he hears of Taryn’s situation, he offers her a deal – if she falsely claims he’s her true mate and allows him to claim her, he’ll save her from her arranged mating and then let her leave after the battle with his uncle is over.
Sounds like a pretty straightforward deal...but soon Taryn and Trey realize they got more than they bargained for. Their mating instincts to protect and possess are weighing on them, they crave each other’s touch and company, and their inner wolves don’t like it whenever they’re apart. Add in that they’ll have to deal with this for an entire three months until the day of the battle finally arrives, and they’ve got themselves a recipe for disaster – or maybe for something quite the opposite.
Warning: This novel contains an extremely sarcastic Alpha female, a broody possessive Alpha male, bitter in-laws, voyeuristic enforcers, a whole lot of dirty talk, and steamy bedroom battles for dominance. Reader Advisory: This book also contains a graphic ménage scene - not for the faint-hearted.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Thanks for being here today, Roxy!
She’s through with cowboys. But this one’s the ‘reel’ deal.
He grasped her shoulders. A part of her prayed that he’d kiss her. The other more logical part ... well … it was kind of hopeful about it, too. She watched as he moved closer and closer, until his mouth brushed against hers.
Just say no to cowboys. Just say... “Mmmmmmm.”
His grip around her tightened as he traced a line of soft kisses along her cheek. “Emily, when can I see you again?”
“Oh, Houston,” she heard her breathless voice say, “I can’t.”
He pulled away. Slightly. “You’re not seeing someone else, are you?”
“No. It’s nothing like that.”
“Good. Then answer my question,” he whispered against her neck as he nibbled his way to her collarbone.
How could she answer? She couldn’t even think straight. “Houston,” she gasped, “we have a problem.”
He gave a low chuckle. “More than you know, darlin’, but let’s not get into that right now. We’ll approach this another way. If you weren’t going to see me again, when would be the best time to do it?”
It took her a while to figure out what he was aiming at. “I’ll be back at the ranch again this Friday, but I don’t think–”
“Friday is perfect. We can have dinner together.”
“But Houston, you don’t understand. I made a vow...” The rest of her sentence came out in a moan as his lips descended onto hers once more. This cowboy must have used liquor in his lip balm, because she was definitely getting tipsy. By the time he came up for air again, she was mush. If he hadn’t been holding onto her, she would have floated away.
“Now, I have only one question left,” he said, curling an arm around her and guiding her out of the pond. “How am I gonna get you back to your truck safely with you looking like that?”
Emily wrapped her outside arm across her chest. “Are you worried about protecting me from the other cowboys?”
“No, ma’am.” He smiled. “I’m worried about protecting you from me.