Just one more and a wake-up before I head off on my cruise!

Yesterday, I had a pedicure and solar nails done. And I packed—and repacked. Seems I have too many clothes. I managed to get everything stuffed into the bags, but I may have to mail home dirty clothes on my way back home. My tote with my laptop is HUGE and heavy, but I have to have every single thing I printed off to bring, so no budging there. I’ll just be sure to pack painkillers too.

Sasha and I have been trading emails. She’s excited and starting to pack. We’re both doing our best not to catch a cold. I’ve been sucking down Airborne and orange juice like mad. I worry about the fact I have no socks. I never wear them. Hate anything that restrictive on my feet. It’s why I wear flip-flops 10 months out of the year. When it gets cold, I switch to slide-on mules. But Newark will be icy. Ugh.

I managed to lose weight before the trip, but I wish I’d had the willpower to quit smoking too. I finally convinced my doctor to prescribe Chantix, but it arrived too late for me to start taking it. For some reason they don’t like to give ex-soldiers the meds. They think we get moody and suicidal. I’m a writer. I live with moody every day. Ah well, maybe the cigs will help me keep away from the buffet. And it leaves me another goal for the New Year.

While I’m gone, be sure to continue to check back here. I have guest bloggers lined up for every day. Stop by and give them your support! I’ll read all the comments when I get back. And I should have that action-packed second chapter of Bad Moon Rising to share. You ladies did have to select the most difficult scenario for me to write!

According to The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Wicca and Witchcraft, December’s moon is the Oak or Long Night Moon. In some places, the moon holds reign because night time hours surpass daytime hours—and I know, that’s only if you’re in the Northern Hemisphere, but Idiot’s Guides aren’t likely to be read south of the equator, right? Okay, that kinda bothered me because “skeptic-logical me” came out to play.

My interpretation of what you’re supposed to do in December with all those hours of night? Fuck. A lot. And yeah, get things you’ve been promising yourself to do around the house done so you will be ready to start a bright shiny New Year.

Today, I probably won’t get a lot of writing done. I have to pick up those newly hemmed “booty jeans” from the tailor shop and get my nails done. And I have to start getting those guest blogs loaded so you’ll have a good reason to keep coming here while I’m gone.

I have to tell you about my dream. Last night, I was in Antonio Banderas’s arms. Antonio was a con man with a partner, and they were working a con in a bad part of New York. I went along while he played cards, mainly because I had a bad feeling and wouldn’t let him out of my sight. Well, someone drew a gun. The partner. And things went to hell. The game was happening in the back of a laundromat. The partner and Antonio put the other players into the washing machines to torture information out of them. Picture all those nude men with slick skin, wet hair and eyelashes, and suds sticking to their skin. I thought, damn I better not wake up now. But one of them drowned.

We had to run, change our names, and Antonio had to start a new con which involved essential oils for erotic purposes and which he demonstrated on me in front an audience. Can you imagine trying not to come when AB has slippery, oily fingers you-know-where? I wanted to cuss a blue streak when my electric blanket clicked and I woke up. Wonder what it all meant…

I swear it’s been a busy week, but the wordcount sure doesn’t reflect it. I did finish up NaNoWriMo, second year in a row, with over 50,000 words. However, a buddy of mine managed 100,000 words so I’m feeling like an underachiever! 🙄

I had another release this week—Raw Silk. I can’t wait to hear from readers to see how they liked my sexy firemen and the foursome they manage to seduce two very lucky women into joining.

But that’s the only writing-related news I have. The rest of the week was consumed by shopping, cleaning out closets and drawers looking for more things to wear, and making lists—packing list, guest blog list, and cruise To Do list. Can you tell I’m excited?

I found a lovely silver cuff and a silver and onyx ring for my trip, but also couldn’t resist putting a yellow gold and smoky topaz ring on layaway. If I actually have money left after the cruise (yeah, right), it’s my Christmas present to myself.

This next week I’m putting myself on no mail for the loops (except mine!) and packing. I’ll be gone twelve whole days so I do have to plan mix and match pieces to keep my suitcase under fifty pounds. I’ll also be preposting blogs for when I’m gone, because I’m letting my friends take over to give you something fun to read.

But I guess what you really want to know is who won yesterday’s little contest. By random number generator, the winner is…Jane!

If you post a comment today, you’ll be in the running
for a free download of this book!

Today, I’m giving you an excerpt from my very first cowboy book. Ride a Cowboy was released in February 2006 by Ellora’s Cave and has since appeared in two print compilations.

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From The Romance Studio: “…Ooooh is this hot! So very descriptive in the sheer need to be loved, to be not only desired sexually by the other. Proving to Katelyn that all men aren’t like her ex, Daniel gives of himself without any hesitation. What a man! This is a keeper, fellow readers, and not just for those dedicated “sexy cowboy” fans.”

From Romance Divas: “…This is one book I could not put down from beginning to end!…I have to compliment Ms. Devlin on her writing prowess. She roped this reviewer with her playground of words, expertise of emotional perception, and exceptional writing ability.”

Katelyn Carter came to rural Texas to lick her wounds and start over after her failed marriage, but a sexy young cowboy seems determined to show her that love is still in the cards for this single librarian.

Sheriff’s deputy Daniel Bodine answers a 911 call to remove a rattlesnake from his new neighbor’s bedroom. What he finds is an embarrassed Katelyn, dressed in little more than her pretty pink blushes. One little omission later, and he’s working for the lady as her handyman.

Burned once by a man, Katelyn fights her growing attraction but finds Daniel more temptation than she can resist. When he shows her he knows his way around a woman’s body as well as he does a hammer and a saw, she takes a walk on the nasty side, vainly hoping she can keep her heart free of entanglement

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Daniel’s chest rose and his jaw tightened. His thumb pressed inside her mouth and she sucked it. With a sharply drawn breath, he bored his gaze into hers. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, Katelyn.”

He’d said the words—torn away the flimsy barrier between unspoken yearning and surrender. She shook her head. “I…can’t.”

His hands cupped her face, gentle and reverent, as he leaned closer. His breath was sweet and brushed her lips first, prompting her to open her mouth. When his lips slid over hers, he murmured and closed his eyes.

Now, Katelyn had shared many kisses in her life. But Daniel’s tasted sweeter, made her feel cherished, even beautiful. His fingers threaded through her hair and he pulled her head closer for a deeper joining.
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Before I get to cruise talk, about yesterday’s poll…

First, thanks to everyone who cast a vote. However, I really, really thought you’d give me a definitive answer. Once again, you’ve fallen evenly between the heroine being seduced by the sheriff and the heroine getting busy with the sheriff AND the bad boy. I guess that means I get to break the tie, huh?

At least I know you’ve got nothing against DiDi pulling one of those TSTL moments (Too Stupid To Live) by walking into the woods when she can hear two large cats fighting. Don’t you care that she’s not worried about the panthers deciding she’s a meal worth fighting over? You also don’t care that she’s a complete slut. But hey, it’s your story. I just provided the options. 😆

Maybe I should just keep the poll open a couple more days.

No writing yesterday. I went to Little Rock to shop for shoes. I actually found a pair of flip-flops and a pair of cute little Mary Jane-ish shoes. I’m completely done with cruise shopping now. Oh, except for the Dramamine.

Next week I’ll be setting sail for the Eastern Caribbean. One of the things I’ll be taking along to work on is the next chapter of Cat Tails: Bad Moon Rising.

If you haven’t read chapter one, you need to do it now. Then come back here and let me know who DiDi gets busy with! Leave a comment to let me know how you like the story so far. If you have additional suggestions for how you want to see the scene play out, be sure to add those comments too. I’m standing by, ready to please!

I know gut insinct will be to go for the whole enchilada. But think about how you want the story to unfold. Whatever you decide, I’ll write it that way because I’m easy—just like my alter ego DiDi Devereux.

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