Tuesday Truth 5/26/15: Updates!
Wow, only 8 days before I leave for the Annual Reader & Author Get Together in Cincinnati OH! Actually, it’s at the Marriott in West Chester. Even if you’re not going to the event, the book signings are free and open to the public. One is on Friday at 3:00pm, and the other is on Saturday at 3:00 to 5:00. I’ll be signing on Saturday. You can find out all about it by clicking the link above. Please come see me!
I’ll also be showing off some of my historical costumes at RAGT. Most I made years ago, but I’m making one from the skin out, a walking dress from 1885. I have completed the chemise, the drawers, the bustle petticoat, the underskirt, the overskirt and was 2/3 done with the bodice when my sewing machine died. That’s right, died. Last night it gave up the ghost. I called to make a service appointment, but they can’t get to it until next week, and I need it NOW. So my sister, bless her, is bringing her machine over to me tonight. Here is what I have so far.
And here what is happening with Wolf’s Princess: I have completed the final round of content edits with my editor Tami Lund (she’s also an author) She was easy to work with and the book is tons better now. I’m still waiting to hear a release date, but it could be as early as mid July. I’ll be having an ARC giveaway through my newsletter in a few weeks. And then I’ll be having another giveaway on Facebook a week or so later. More about that coming up. AS soon as I get cover art and a release date I’ll post right away. I’m very excited about Wolf’s Princess. I believe it is the best book I’ve written. I can’t wait for all of yo uto read it!
Tuesday Truth 5/12/15
The chemise! The neck is adjustable by tying the ribbon tighter or looser.
No teaser this week! I had a minor surgery in the ENT’s office on Friday and the time I’d planned to spend writing I spent sleeping and sewing instead. Would you like to see what I’ve been sewing?
I’ll be holding a historical fashion show at Lori Foster’s Annual Reader & Author Get Together next month. Most of the costumes are ones I made years ago. But there is one that I’ll be making from scratch, and it is the most elaborate and tricky thing I’ve ever made: a Victorian bustle dress from the skin out. Chemise, drawers, corset, petticoat, bustle, polonaise, skirt and hat all have to be completed within the month. It’s a challenge, but I’ll do it. So far I’ve completed the chemise and split crotch drawers, and the under skirt. Next up is the bustle and petticoat.
Chemise and drawers (nowadays we call them bloomers)
I actually broke down and had the corset made for me by a Facebook friend, Minx. I simply don’t have enough time to make it myself. You can find her work in her Etsy
I love this pretty corset! I just wish I had a waist.
Shop. She does marvelous work, with great attention to detail, out of quality materials. The corset in the pics below is the one she made me.
And here is the yellow underskirt that will go over the bustle and under the polonaise.
I can’t wait for this to be finished! It will be elegant and beautiful, and just my size. Will you be going to RAGT15? I need models for the costumes! Contact me if you might be interested in being a model!
Tuesday Teaser 5/5/15: Daughter of the Wolf Clan
Hello! Lori Foster’s Annual Reader & Author Get Together (RAGT15) is only a month away!! I am so excited! This will be my fifth year attending. I look forward to this event every year. I would like to go to other reader/author events, but with moving, surgery, cat vet bills, etc, my budget is sadly empty. Eve Langlais’s Romancing the Capital looked like soooo much fun! Maybe in a year or two I’ll be able to go. Is anyone going to RAGT? I just ordered my swag for this year, and I’m involved in a couple of “Find the Author” games that I think will be a lot of fun.
I’ve been working a little bit more on Olivia and Kit’s story. This is the end of chapter 4. Enjoy!
Tami was on the porch, arms folded tight around herself. Their older son, Taylor, along with his cousins Colby, Matt, and Red Horn, ran in their wolf forms from around the back of the house. Tracker slid off his horse before it stopped.
His mate was controlled, but he could smell her worry. “Tracker. Olivia’s horse came in a few minutes ago. Olivia didn’t.”
For one second Tracker stopped breathing. During that single moment, Taylor, Colby, Matt, and Red Horn shifted to human.
“Don’t worry, Aunt Tami.” Colby’s face was almost identical to his father Taye’s at age twenty-three, down to the dimple which wasn’t in evidence right now. “She’s fine. I bet she got thrown and she’s walking back right now.”
Taye’s son was doing what the Clan always did to sooth a worried mother. Tracker didn’t bother to tell Colby that Tami didn’t need empty words to comfort her. His mate was strong enough to take anything life dished out. “Where’s the horse?”
Tami pointed toward the barn. “The rifle’s still on the saddle. So is her canteen.”
It took Tracker only a minute to thoroughly sniff the horse. The sweat of terror lingered on the anima’s neck, raising sweat on his own neck. He jerked his head at his kin.
“Colby and Taylor, let your wolves out. Matt and Red Horn, stay at the house in case Olivia comes back. Tami and Parker, saddle up.”
Seventeen year old Red Horn fidgeted. “Don’t you think Aunt Tami should stay here?”
Tracker fixed a stern eye on his cousin Stag’s youngest boy. “She’s coming with us.”
As Parker and Tami hurried to saddle horses, check their rifles, and fill canteens, Tracker suppressed a smile when Matt cuffed his little cousin’s head. “You oughta know better than to try to keep a momma from her one ewe lamb.”
But the urge to smile died. His one ewe lamb was missing, and that was no reason for smiling. His wolf, usually a timid critter content to sleep, was silently howling inside him. That wolf loved Olivia almost as much as he loved their mate. Tracker gave Tami a long steady look, wordlessly promising her they would find their girl, and mounted up.
The horse’s trail was plain enough. Even someone with no trail experience could have followed the animal’s flight up the path. From behind, Tracker heard his son Parker mutter, “What were you doing so far from the house, Livvy?”
With every step his horse took along the rocky path, Tracker’s heart tightened. If Olivia had been thrown, they would have seen her walking home by now. Either she was hurt or … He swallowed, keeping his face impassive out of habit. He’d seen no sign of strangers. There was nothing to indicate Olivia had been stolen. He glanced at his mate and knew she was already thinking the same thing. Tami knew firsthand the evil men could visit upon a woman. His wolf forced a whine past his throat.
Taylor and Colby had run ahead, but loped back now. Colby turned human to talk. “We found where Olivia’s horse bucked her off. She started walking home.” He swallowed, not quite hiding cold fury. “You better come look.”
Tracker heard his mate suck in a quick breath, but she pressed her mouth into a flat line and rode beside him to the place Colby indicated. He handed his reins to Tami, meeting her eyes for a moment of silent communication. Her face was calm, but he scented her fear and it almost killed him.
He moved carefully around the tracks on the sandy path, reading the story they told like a man might read a book. He looked up at the top of the cliff lining one side of the path, measuring how far a man would fall if he jumped off. On the side of the cliff he smelled something that made his heart pound with sick dread and icy rage. His daughter’s terror and pain lingered here. He followed the tracks going northwest for about a quarter-mile before returning to stand at Tami’s stirrup. Even from her saddle she must have read some of the tracks for herself. She met his eyes, but he could see her composure was a front. He waved his sons and Colby over.
“The way I read it, Olivia was bucked off and started for home. Right here, she was ambushed by two men. One of them picked her up and ran off with her that way.” He pointed to the northwest with his chin. “The other one followed behind.”
“Are you sure it’s a man, Uncle? Both of them, I mean?” Colby asked respectfully. “He —or it— doesn’t have regular feet. They look more like mountain cat paws.”
“Doesn’t smell like a man either,” said Parker.
No, it didn’t. The boys were right. “It walks upright. We’ll call it a man until we know different. He’s moving almighty fast. We’re hours behind him so we need to cover ground quick. Parker, shuck your clothes and let your wolf out.”
Parker obeyed, stuffing his clothes in the saddlebag behind Tami’s saddle. Tracker did the same. Tami’s hands were clenched on the reins so hard her knuckles showed white even through her suntanned skin. “You’ll move faster without me.”
“Yeah.” Tracker looked up at the woman his wolf had chosen for their mate with something like gratitude. He’d fallen in love with her before he’d ever met her, and every minute he’d spent with her for the past twenty-five years had made his love stronger. Her light brown hair had begun to turn to silver, and sun, weather, and age had put lines on her beloved face. She was so beautiful to him, and so brave. It must be like a knife digging around in her guts to let her men go alone to rescue their daughter, but she smiled at him. No wonder he loved her. “We’ll bring her home to you, Tami.”
She gathered the reins of her horse, and the horses Tracker and Parker had ridden. “I’ll be waiting at the ranch.”
Before she could turn her horse, he gripped her knee. “Come here.”
He reached an arm up to draw her face down to his. The kiss was light but heartfelt, telling her he loved her, and he trusted her, and he would bring their little girl back to her. One tear slid down her cheek to touch his lips. She fisted her eyes and smiled at him while she straightened in the saddle. She nodded at all of them, and rode back down the path toward the ranch, her shoulders back and her head high.
There was no time to waste. The trail was hours old. He refused to think of what might be happening to Olivia. He would find her. He would bring her home to her mother. He would kill whoever had taken her.
Tracker let his wolf out and led his kin along the trail of his daughter’s kidnappers.
Tuesday Teaser 4/28/15: Daughter of the Wolf Clan
I’m slowly recovering from surgery. Too slowly! Seriously, I thought I’d be completely well by now, but I still experience enough pain to need to take a Percocet before bed. During the day I just take Tylenol, since I really can’t be taking strong pain pills while working the day job. I suppose I should try to take it easy and not expect to be 100% when it hasn’t even been two weeks yet. I guess I’m just impatient. 🙂
It’s been a while since we visited this story, isn’t it? Over the weekend I decided it was time to get back to it, and played with the idea for the next scene. I started to write it tonight. I didn’t get very far, though. I’m giving you the page I wrote, and at the bottom is a link to the story so far so you can read it straight through if you want. Please remember none of this has been proof read yet, so there are a ton of boo-boos. Please disregard them 🙂
Chapter Four
Dan Stensrud shifted his grip on the shovel he was using as a lever to pry the boulder out of the stream. Tami was right. If any more debris collected around the boulder the stream that watered this pasture would be completely dammed. The rock had to go. He nodded to his son. “On three. One.T…”
The clang of the ranch house bell, muffled by distance, kicked his heart into overdrive. Two clangs, a pause, and two clangs. That meant everyone was summoned back to the ranch immediately. Tami wouldn’t ring the bell without good reason. He released the shovel and ran for his horse. His son was two steps ahead of him. The boy hadn’t learned yet to hide his feelings; fear was plain on his face as he threw himself into the saddle. At twenty-one, Parker wasn’t a boy. Tracker had to remind himself that all his children were adults now, even his little girl. He drove his horse into a gallop.
Tami was on the porch, arms folded tight around herself. Their older son, Taylor, along with his cousins Colby, Matt, and Red Horn, ran in their wolf forms from around the back of the house. Tracker slid off his horse before it stopped.
Not being the clingy sort, his mate didn’t throw herself at him, but he could smell her worry. “Tracker. Olivia’s horse came in a few minutes ago. Olivia didn’t.”
For one second Tracker stopped breathing. During that single moment, Taylor, Colby and Red Horn shifted to human.
“Don’t worry, Aunt Tami.” Colby’s face was almost identical to his father Taye’s at age twenty-four, down to the dimple which wasn’t in evidence right now. “She’s fine. I bet she got thrown and she’s walking back right now.”
Taye’s son was doing what the Clan always did to sooth a worried mother. Tracker didn’t bother to tell Colby that Tami didn’t need empty words to comfort her. His mate could take anything life dished out. “Where’s the horse?”
Tami pointed toward the barn. “The rifle’s still on the saddle. So is her canteen.”
It took Tracker only a minute to thoroughly sniff the horse. The sweat of terror lingered on the animal’s back and neck, raising sweat on his own back and neck. He jerked his head at his kin.
“Colby and Taylor, let your wolves out. Matt and Red Horn, stay at the house in case Olivia comes back. Tami and Parker, saddle up.”
Red Horn fidgeted. “Don’t you think Aunt Tami should stay here?”
Tracker fixed a stern eye on his cousin Stag’s boy. “She’s coming with us.”
As Parker and Tami hurried to saddle horses and fill canteens, Tracker suppressed a smile when Matt cuffed his little cousin’s head. “You oughta know better than to try to keep a momma from her one ewe lamb.”
But the urge to smile died when Tracker stripped out of his clothes to let his wolf out. His one ewe lamb was missing, and that was no reason for smiling.
Daughter of the Wolf Clan
Tuesday Truth 4/21/15
Sorry! No teaser this week. Just wanted to make a quick post about surgery.
As far as I can tell, it went well. The last time I had this surgery was in 2006, at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester Minnesota. That one was no picnic, let me tell you! It was so horrible that I refused to have another surgery for almost 10 years! Compared to that one, this one has been a piece of cake! The ENT (Dr. Lesley Soine of Plains ENT) didn’t need to stuff my poor nose full of packing or splints, so the pain is much less than with the other surgeries. I have had some pain, of course, but it’s been manageable. A new advanced treatment (Propel Steroid implants) was inserted into my ethmoid sinuses to help keep them open so they can drain. That’s probably more info than you really wanted, so let me just say that I think this surgery will benefit me and I’ll be back to normal within a week. I see Dr. Soine on Friday morning for the follow up visit and I expect she’ll release me for regular activity then. I have to say I’ve been very impressed with the care I’ve received. I won’t mind going back to see her for more treatment.
So I expect I’ll be getting back to Kit and Olivia soon. Thank you so much for your well wishes. Off to nap now!
UPDATES!
I sent Wolf’s Princess to the publisher around 10:00pm on Monday, and I received an offer for a contract less than 24 hours later!
Sky and Rose and I have been on this journey together for a while now, and a lot of you have been along for the ride too. Thank you! This one took me a lot longer to write than I expected. Not because it was hard, really, but more because what I thought would be about 75-80,000 words grew into 120,500 words. For comparison purposes, Wolf’s Glory, Wolf Tracker, and Ellie’s Wolf are all around 72,000-75,000 words. Of course, during the editing that number could change. One of the reasons it is so long is because there are a few other story lines mixing in with Sky and Rose. For instance, Stone and Sara work out their differences to find their happy ever after, and there are some other wolves who find women to love.
I don’t have a release date yet. Generally, it is 4 to 6 months after the contract is signed. That could change, of course, depending on whether the publisher’s release schedule has an earlier opening, or if editing takes longer than expected. I will post when I have a date.
You’ve all been so patient. To thank you, I’ll be running a contest through my newsletter. I will be giving away ARCs of Wolf’s Princess, copies of my other books (ebooks, paperbacks, and audio), and I will be giving away a Kindle. That won’t be happening until June. More details will be forthcoming.
Tomorrow I am having surgery, so I’ll be out of the loop for a few days. It’s not major surgery, and the recovery time is pretty short. I should be back to work in 7-10 days, and probably will be able to hop on the internet for a few minutes here and there as soon as Friday night. So if you’d take a minute to think good thoughts for me I would appreciate it! Surgery makes me a little nervous. 😉 I’ll just have to pretend Taye is holding my hand. He’s better than a teddy bear!
Happy Reading!
Tuesday Teaser 4/7/15: Rose and Stone
How is everybody doing? I haven’t made a post for a while because the last few weeks were CRAZY for me! But I thought you might like an update on Sky and Rose. I finished the rough draft of Wolf’s Princess and sent it out to the beta readers around March 22. Then I began packing to move to a new apartment. That is a lot of work! Take it from me: if you don’t have to move, don’t! Packing, then moving all the stuff, then cleaning the old place, and then unpacking must be a version of hell. I was exhausted. Still am, really, but things will settle down now, I’m sure.
Anyway, I’ve gotten some of the comments back from the beta readers, and I’m expecting the rest in the next few days. So far readers seem to like it. They’ve pointed out a few things for me to work on, and I know I’ll have more soon. I LOVE when beta readers catch my mistakes and help me see where the story needs to be fixed! Makes me look good for my editor. J My goal is to do revisions right away and submit Wolf’s Princess to the publisher by April 14. I am having outpatient surgery on April 16. I’ve had it before, and it’s painful, but it’s just to get rid a bit of bone around my sinuses and cut the polyps out. Not pleasant, certainly, but not like a knee replacement. I should be up and around within 10 to 14 days, and probably sooner than that. If the publisher accepts the manuscript without requesting major revisions, the book will probably be released around late July-mid-August. That is only a guess, however. It depends on their publishing schedule.
Okay, you’ve been so patient with me. Enjoy a few paragraphs of Rose’s story.
At five minutes to eleven o’clock, Rose was in the front hall ready to walk to the hospital to meet Sara. Stone joined her and together they left for the hospital. Rose noticed that he seemed relaxed.
“How are you and Sara getting along?”
He walked for half a block in silence. She didn’t think he was ignoring her, just considering how to answer. “I think we’re getting along fine,” he said cautiously.
“That’s good.” What she really wanted to know was whether or not Stone and Sara would remain married. It wasn’t something she could come straight out and ask, so she tried to come at it from an oblique angle. “What do you talk about? I mean, you do talk, don’t you?”
“Some. She tells me about her work in the hospital, and she asks about Amanda and Sand. Stuff like that.”
Oblique wasn’t getting her the answers she wanted. There were times when Stone was far too much like his cousin Tracker. “Do you talk about how you feel about each other?”
He slanted a glance down at her, then looked ahead again. “Not yet.”
Flushed with her success in putting Zoe and Tanya in their place, Rose was sure she could help Stone and Sara work out their relationship too. Aware of the Stone’s expressionless face, Rose decided to keep that to herself.
Tuesday Teaser 3/17/15: Wolf’s Princess
Good news! I finished the rough draft of Wolf’s Princess this weekend!!
I have been hard at work now on revisions. It came out at over 123,000 words, so I’m going through to see what can be removed. Hopefully the beta readers will point out where else I am redundant and wordy. MY plan is to have it sent to them by Monday, and then concentrate on packing for the move. Wish me luck with that!
I said I wasn’t going to do any more Tuesday Teasers until after I settled in my new apartment but here is a little snip.
The sun had set while they were talking, and only a faint wash of light lit the room. He picked up the tray and put it outside their door.
“That should keep that blasted cat busy for the rest of the night,” he said, closing the door firmly.
Rose got into bed and pulled the sheet up to her chin. “Mitzi was a little heroine today.”
Sky got in beside her. “I hate to admit it, but she was.”
He didn’t sound like he hated to admit it, he sounded cheerful. She laid her head on his shoulder and draped her arm over his chest so she could trace the outline of his tattoo with her finger. “You adore Mitzi, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say that.” He stilled her hand with his own. “I tolerate her, I adore you.”
Tuesday Teaser 3/10/15: Wolf’s Princess
Wolf’s Princess is not finished yet, but I am soooo close. The poor kitty’s sickness really derailed me. She seems to be fine now, but time will tell if the antibiotic (which I had horrible trouble getting into her) was effective. My goal is now to have it done on Saturday March 14, and hopefully have it sent out to the beta readers by March 23. After that I will be frantically cleaning and packing to move on Saturday March 28.
This will be the last Tuesday Teaser until the 2nd Tuesday in April. I had a request for something from Sky’s point of view. I think I might have posted this already, or parts of it. I hope you’re still able to enjoy it. 🙂
The sun wasn’t up yet when Sky woke. His left arm tingled with the pins-and-needles feeling that came from having lain on it too long, but he didn’t move, because his mate was still sleeping cuddled against him. Her cheek pressed to the hollow of his throat. Did her right arm tingle from having slept on it? Her left arm was draped over him, and his right arm was over her. He smiled. They must have slept face-to-face in an embrace. Waking up with her like this was the most wonderful thing he could imagine. The only thing better would be if she wasn’t wearing the cotton gown and he weren’t wearing these curst shorts.
Her breath tickled his throat and his body responded. Carefully, he eased his hips away from her. He didn’t want to. His body was screaming at him to press closer. His mind knew better. Rose wasn’t willing to accept even his kisses yet. Anything more would have her storming across the hall to the other room and slamming the door shut in his face.
She drew in a breath, eyes still closed, before rolling away from him onto her back. Her movement slid her breast neatly into his palm. He froze, not even breathing, just as her eyes shot open. She looked down where his brown hand cupped her breast, and then stared, wide-eyed, in his direction. Was it light enough for her to see him? He didn’t think so. His own eyes felt wide. He should move his hand. He should apologize. He should get up and run for the shower before she noticed how his cock reacted to the feel of her warm flesh beneath the cotton.
He did none of those things. Without any conscious direction from his brain, his hand cupped her more firmly. When his thumb stroked back and forth over her nipple she gasped. His gaze finally left her eyes to stare at her parted lips the way he would stare at a cool stream after being stranded without water for three days.
“I want to kiss you,” he said in voice that sounded too raw to belong to him.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
“I don’t care.”
Her eyes slanted down again to her chest where he still held her breast, and then came back toward his face. “Okay.”
The whisper was so low he almost didn’t hear it. Or maybe he just didn’t quite believe it. He lunged up on one elbow to stare down at her. She licked her lips and reached a hand to the back of his neck. The pressure she exerted was so slight he barely felt it, but he knew an invitation when he saw one. There was an almost imperceptible tremble in the fingers of the hand he lifted from her breast to smooth over her cheek to her chin.
Don’t attack her like a ravenous beast, he ordered himself. Be gentle.
He tried. Kissing someone gently was unknown territory for him. Kissing at all was unknown territory. Except for his mother, Rose was the only woman he’d ever kissed, and the few kisses he’d given Rose were not the same sort he’d given his mother. He brushed his lips lightly over hers, inwardly shivering at the feel of her breath against his lips. He did it again, lingering to touch his tongue to her bottom lip.
He braced himself, snatching at self-control with fierce desperation. One minute he was barely touching her, and the next his tongue was sliding along hers in her mouth. It took every ounce of his discipline, but he kept the kiss gentle. Her fingertips left trails of fire as she ran them up and down his back, pausing to stroke his hair at the nape of his neck, and then digging them into the muscles of his shoulders. Control frayed. She wasn’t just submitting to his kiss; she was participating. Hell, encouraging him! His blood was molten lava, most of it heading for his cock. He could feel the soft mounds of her breasts pressing against his chest. God, he wanted her. When he kissed along her jaw to her throat he could feel her blood pounding under her delicate skin. Her scent was laced with the musky tang of arousal. Just knowing she was aroused too made his restraint unravel. The damn blanket was twisted around their legs, keeping him from rubbing his cock against her. He needed to feel her. He loved caressing her face and arms, but he wanted to feel that place between her legs.
With rough, impatient hands he tore the blanket away and tossed it aside. He paused to drink in the sight of her. The room wasn’t light, but with his wolf-born sight he could see every detail: The hem of her nightdress twisted up to her waist, the prim white cotton of her underpants hiding her secret place, her silky thighs not much darker than the underpants slightly parted, as if she were inviting him in. Holding his breath, he reached in awe to touch the cotton shielding her pussy. And let it out in a shocked, pained howl as razor-sharp claws sliced into his ankle.
“F*ck!” He saw twin beams of feline eyes glaring at him. “Damn cat!”
A sharp kick dislodged the creature. She leaped in an arc of bristling brown fur to the floor. The cat sounded like a full grown panther when she screamed defiance at him. When Rose shoved him off and scrambled over him to get out of bed, her knee landed like a sledgehammer in his groin. White hot agony shot through his entire body. His scream drowned the cat’s out. When Rose snapped the light on, he was curled around himself, dragging in breath through tightly clenched teeth.
“Poor Mitzi,” his mate crooned.
Poor Mitzi? Still huddled around his injury, he looked over his shoulder and saw his mate bent over the cursed cat. The sight of her nightgown riding up to show her long legs and generous ass did nothing to calm his temper. If it hadn’t been for the stupid cat, he would have had his hands exploring those curves.
He would kill it. As soon as he was capable of standing, he was going to grab that damn cat and wring its f*cking neck.
Wolf’s Lady Now Available Everywhere!
It has been a very trying week, and tonight is the first time since Sunday I will be able to write. Before I dive into Rose and Sky’s story, I wanted to let you know that Wolf’s Lady, After the Crash Book 6, is now available everywhere! So if you use a Nook or Kobo or, if you use your phone or iPad, it’s on iBooks, too.
Barnes & Noble
iBooks
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Scribd
and of course Amazon
Off to make poor Sky suffer 🙂
