Monthly Archives: December 2012

2013 Goals vs Resolutions

So this year, I decided to do year-long goals that were attainable & measurable every month (for those of you who know me in my day job, this makes PERFECT sense 🙂 ), with the intent of them being long-term, throughout the year.

This last year was difficult for our family, and I’m looking forward to a fresh, new start for 2013.  With no further ado:

  1. Lose 13 pounds
  2. Drink 90 oz of water a day, a minimum of 13 days a month
  3. Walk 13 miles/week
  4. Blog 13 times/month
  5. Write 1300 words/day at least 13 days/month
  6. Review 13  books
  7. Read 13 reference books
  8. Watch 13 movies I keep putting off (and review them)
  9. Find at least 13 new music artists
  10. Find 4 other things I’d like to do…

I’ll be updating my progress the first Wednesday of every month, and if I’m keeping my goals, then you’ll also be seeing a lot more of me in the coming year!

 

Blog Hop Goodness!

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The oh-so-wonderful folks at the Blog Hop let me hop on the train late–so sorry for being tardy!  If you’re reading this as part of my normal blog, then please head to:  http://justromance.me/naughtynewyear/  and check out the nifty prizes they’re offering.  Many authors are also giving away books and gift certifs, so get to reading and filling your e-reader of choice!

Okay, now onto the excerpt!  This one is from the 4th book in my Runequest series, Breath of Heaven, and is a snippet of Liam and Rhiannon reuniting.  Hope you enjoy!!

Let me know what you think of the excerpt, and I’ll draw for a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate at the end of the hop.

Happy New Year!!!

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He settled onto a barstool, acknowledging the bartender with a nod, and ordered a Hennessey. He had a few moments before his set began, and couldn’t think of a better way to water down his disappointment and anger than with the spirits of his homeland. He was better off on his own, as he had been for over forty human years.

He took a sip, relishing the burn of the liquor as it slid down his throat, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. The relaxation seeping through his body jerked to an abrupt halt as the amethyst gem he wore at his throat grew warm. A tremor of awareness ran up his spine, rumbling through his body to settle into a low, heavy throb in his groin. He’d only experienced these sensations once before, months ago on the Oregon coast.

He looked cautiously into the mirror and his breathing stuttered as he caught sight of her, framed in the doorway of the bar like a stunning portrait. All of the oxygen in the room seemed to disappear, leaving his lungs clogged and heavy.

She hadn’t changed. Her silvery hair still caught the murky light and seemed to amplify it; her skin still looked like the finest porcelain, as if it would shatter if touched too harshly. When their gazes clashed in the mirror, her eyes were the same; violet, luminescent, as if she were an innocent transported into a world not of her own making. It was a damned good thing he knew she was anything but.

What was she doing here, of all places? The one woman who made him forget who and what he was, what he’d done in the name of kith and kin. The one woman who’d speared a shaft of brutal sunlight into his life, even as she faced him down as an enemy. Rhiannon. Moira to the Fae. His bloodsworn enemy.

He watched as she realized who he was, the indrawn breath that drew the plain woolen sweater tight across her breasts, the fury flashing across her expressive face before she schooled it in a blank expression worthy of a diplomat.

She strode directly toward him, settling onto the barstool next to his, her spine ramrod straight. The bartender appeared as if by magic, and she dipped her head toward the half-empty lowball glass sitting in front of Liam.

The bartender shot Liam a disgusted glance, no doubt damning him for attracting the most beautiful, ethereal woman he’d ever seen. Liam patently ignored the glare, settling his attention on the fae instead.

She waited until she’d been served, taking a long draught before turning to him.

“Pixie,” she acknowledged, the fire he’d seen in her eyes banked now, but still there. Challenge burned in his gut.

“Fae,” he returned impassively. There was no godly reason she should be here, of all places. If this was a fae plot, and it surely had to be, then she could throw down the opening gauntlet. It wasn’t as if he had any information to give. His ties with the Jionagh were irrevocably severed, with the sole exception of his informant within the Jionagh, his best friend in youth, Dell. He’d learned the value of maintaining contacts, no matter how loathsome he might find them now.

He and the fae sat in tense silence, sipping at their drinks until each glass was drained dry. They were like poker players, Liam mused as he waited patiently … on the outside. Inside he was a seething ball of nerves and anger. She may be the very thing he’d been raised to despise, but damned if she didn’t hit every one of his buttons.

The way she looked, the scent of spring that seemed to follow her from the Realm, even here in the wilds of California. When she moved, it was a lesson in sensuality, yet he could tell now, and those months ago on the beach, that she chose not to deploy her sexuality, and instead used her brain.

It was her brain, her intellect, he was pitted against, and instead of the revulsion he knew he should feel, he was stimulated. She would make him think two steps ahead, this loathsome fae, make him question what he’d always wanted to see come to pass … the reunification of the fae and the pixies. A fool’s quest, he now knew. He’d been so close, with the Rune of Inspiration, so close. In retrospect, Fiona-Sidhe’s strength had saved them all, for if he’d done the unthinkable, trading the rune and a large piece of his soul for a foothold within the Jionagh, the world would have been irrevocably changed for the worse.

And now his nemesis, the Moira of the Fae, sat at his side, and all he could think about was the way her silvery hair fell over her breasts, and the fact she smelled like home. He should be contemplating a way to tame her awesome energy and use it to gain retribution against the mix of fae and pixie he had once called family. She would trump a rune, and solidify his claim to the Jionagh throne, where he might actually make a difference.

Rhiannon shifted, reaching into her purse, and Liam involuntarily flinched. Ridiculous, he scolded himself. It wasn’t as if she would employ a human weapon when her power, evidenced in Oregon, eclipsed his.

Instead, she pulled out a wallet, laid a twenty on the table, and stood.

Liam hated to break their stalemate and show weakness, but it must be done.

“Do you have it?” His voice sounded loud in the close confines of the intimate barroom, harsh and accusing.

She turned, facing him fully for the first time, and looked him straight in the eye. Awareness streaked through him, bringing his cock to life, throbbing and insistent behind the placket of his slacks. How could she incite him with just a look? And how could he respond? She was the enemy, the hated fae.

“Why would I share anything with you, pixie?” Her voice had a breathy quality to it he hadn’t heard before, but beneath was pure steel.

“Because the Jionagh would like nothing better than to discover it is still in Fiona-Sidhe’s possession,” he answered honestly, surprising even himself. “And that is a very dangerous position for all of us.”

When she smiled at his response, it was all teeth. “Ah yes, the Jionagh. You would have cause to know much about them, would you not, pixie? Their taint rises off you like a cloud.”

Even though Liam knew she was speaking metaphorically, the insult stung more than it should. She assumed because he was a trueblood he was allied with the pixies … she knew nothing of his now-dead alliance with the Jionagh. “Oh, aye, I know them. More intimately than you could ever dream.”

She inhaled sharply, as if he’d struck her, and he realized he had, at least verbally, in payback for her little jab. Acknowledging he knew of the Jionagh was tantamount to treason for her.

She regained her composure and smiled beatifically. “Die long and slow, pixie.” She turned on her heel and walked out of the bar, taking the attention of every male in the room with her.

Liam smiled in anticipation. This could be very interesting indeed.