The good news is: my cat's going to get well.
The bad news is: it's going to take a while.
So...that means the poor little fuzzball is going to want to sit on my lap constantly for how long? I wanted to ask the vet if the kitty couldn't get a big dose of vitamins or something, a sort of mega-boost but I know that would've gone over badly. Don't get me wrong, I'm sosososoooo happy she's going to be all right but honestly how am I ever, ever going to get anything done if I sit around holding her all day long? Huh?
Actually it does give me a good excuse not to do anything, doesn't it?
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Feline revival scheduled for?
Friday, September 28, 2007
Sick kitty
One of my cats is sick. The poor thing kept me up all night, meowing and purring and just telling me she's feeling yukky. One of those misery loves company times, I guess. I am calling the vet this morning to see if I can get my little dolly in to see him. Just have to make sure she's all right, you know how it is. Don't we just love our pets? I know I do.
Now, to make coffee so that when the doctor's office opens I'll at least make some semblance of sense. :)
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Miami Honey Anniversary Contest winners!
There are two. I know I said I'd choose one winner, but so many nice people came, visited and left comments that I threw everyone's name into a hat and asked my niece to pull out two names. Thanks, everyone, for visiting with me. Please come back often. I'm sure I'll be having a holiday contest, so be sure to check back!
Now, without further ado, the winners to my Miami Honey Anniversary Contest are...Bobbie and Kaylene. Please email me at Rustywicks@gmail.com and we'll discuss getting your prizes sent out to you.
Again, thanks everyone!
Monday, September 24, 2007
An Indie Flick!
That was the answer to the quiz, "If your life was a movie, what genre would it be?" Indie Flick!
Sheesh! Blogger ate the answer! What a way to start the week...
What genre movie is my life?
| The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick |
 Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite |
Summer Scorchers!
I know it's officially fall but I love this book! Summer Solstice Scorchers Anthology by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid is selling like hotcakes. Have you seen it yet? Here's what Valerie at Love Romances said about it:
4 Hearts!
Phantom Lover by Susan M. Sailors: Christine works in a theater and does not believe in ghosts. But there is a ghost and he is very interested in her.
A Lover For Rachel by Lynn Crain: Rachel’s birthday is on the Summer Solstice and she is visiting Stonehenge. It’s no wonder a fairy appears whom she follows to another place and a very striking man.
Theft of Souls by RaeLynn Blue: Tara is the prisoner of King Diniji who uses her magic. She wants the soul-catcher who can not only free her but restore the elven kingdom.
A Taste of the Forbidden by Tambra Kendall: Izanna needs to battle a demon, go against the laws of her kind and bond with her true mate. The whole situation could kill them both.
What You Desire by Annmarie Ortega: Claire takes a trip to forget the trauma of finding her boyfriend with another woman. With her friend, they visit a fair and she sees the fortune teller. Her life is about to make a drastic change.
Unnatural Bonds by Michelle Houston: Kali has gone through hell to rescue Riordan from the mad scientist who wants to use the vampire to discover the secret of eternal life. Now what to do with him?
Dream Weaver by Shannon Peters: A demon is killing women in Sydney. Grace is dreaming of a handsome man, and this man is being distracted by dreams of Grace. Together they just could defeat this demon.
Vows by Rusty Wicks: Mariah and James have lived in Habour Street Inn for many years. They are bound by vows, Mariah to find a mortal love so she can become mortal again, James to get Mariah to love her. They both have lessons to learn.
Conjuring Cade by C’Ann Inman: When Bliss does a quiz in her sister’s magazine she doesn’t know that her sister had put a spell on it. This quiz actually conjures up her ideal man! Is he too good to be true?
This is a very entertaining anthology with some really good stories that are different and fun. Fans of the paranormal should enjoy this one. Just the right thing to take to the beach, as it is also available as a paperback... Each author gives the reader some really interesting characters, intriguing plots and plenty of hot sex. There are vampires, wizards, witches, elves, demons and ghosts. The reader, if reading by the beach, will certainly need to go take a dip every now and then.
This reviewer particularly liked Conjuring Cade, Vows and A Taste of the Forbidden. These three stories are very well written... Anthologies are a wonderful way of getting to know new authors and how they write. This reviewer has added some of these authors to her *watch out for* list and will be eagerly awaiting new releases as well as looking at their back list. Summer Solstice Scorchers is an anthology well worth the investment and this reviewer hopes that the reader will enjoy it as much as she did.
One day left...
before September 25th, the last day to enter my Miami Honey Anniversary Contest. Remember, all it takes is a comment here on my blog! What've you got to lose? Speak up, please! :)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Off to the weekly appointment
Ah, if you don't regularly read this blog you may be imagining I go to some wild, wooly appointment each week. Therapy. Tantric sexual instruction. Bikini waxing. Butt waxing. I don't know, something funky! In truth, I take weekly baking lessons. Really. With an expert baker, the owner of a local bakery, who has patience beyond reasoning because I have been known to, on occasion, burn whatever I'm baking.
Anyhow, today's my weekly lesson. I'm really looking forward to it. Baking relaxes me, especially kneading bread, and gives me a chance to "write" in my mind. See? I work out plot twists and the like while I bake. So really, I guess I'm multi-tasking. And that sounds much more trendy than saying I'm taking baking lessons, doesn't it?
Yeah. I'm multi-tasking. With sugar and flour. :)
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I love the 19th!
Today's my day to blog over at Torrid Temptations! I hope you'll come visit with me!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
A taste of Tully
I'm so excited! Celtic Love Knots, Volume 4 is out at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid! I love Celtic lore so writing Taming Tully and Maidensong were truly labors of love. I hope you'll go check it out!
Here's a taste of what you'll find inside the pages of CLK4:
Taming Tully is a story filled with pookas, cluricauns and fairies—but it’s also filled with love. When Maureen meets Sean she promptly forgets all the strange things that have been happening to her since her arrival in Ireland.
An excerpt from Taming Tully:
“What are you looking for, Maureen? What is it that’s got you in such a state this fine morning?”
“My colored pencils…they’ve gone missing.” Maureen dropped to her knees and looked beneath the chintz sofa, assorted armchairs and knick-knack covered tables in the room. She didn’t see the expensive pencils anywhere.
Damn. Yesterday it was my red bra, today it’s my pencils. What the hell is going on in this place, anyway? How can anyone live where things disappear on a daily basis?
Maureen stood up and looked down to where her aunt sat, nestled on the sofa like a kite tethered to a tree. She seemed small and frail, as if a gentle breeze could lift her up and away. But despite the nearly translucent cast to her wrinkled face, Aunt Tess looked better than she had yesterday. And that was the point, wasn’t it?
The elderly woman had just gotten past a vicious bout with pneumonia. Since there was no one else in the family who could tend her during her recovery…well, Maureen found herself in Tully before she knew that the family whirlwinds had even convened.
She reached down and tucked a brightly patterned green quilt around her aunt’s shoulders.
“Have everything you need, Aunt Tess?”
When the woman nodded her cap of white curls and smiled up at her, warmth flooded Maureen’s heart. She knew that coming to Ireland had been the right decision. After all, putting her life on hold for a month or so wasn’t the most terrible thing in the world. It wasn’t as if her life had been going that well, anyway.
“I do, dear heart. Going for a walk in the glen, are you? That’s good, then. Don’t forget to take your jacket. It’s a stiff wind I’m feeling in my bones.”
Aunt Tess sipped from the ever-present delicate Beleek teacup before setting it on the table beside her.
“You sure you don’t need anything?” Maureen’s gaze passed over the table holding the tea things. She did a quick mental inventory to see that all of her aunt’s needs were spoken for.
“No, don’t worry a bit about me. I’ve got my e-reader, you know.” The elderly woman held up the small silver device and grinned. “Today I’ve a Maeve Binchy. What else could I need? Tea and Maeve on an afternoon…I’ve got it all.”
“I won’t be too long, then. Love you.” Maureen planted a fast kiss on the white curls.
“Don’t forget the jacket,” called Aunt Tess. “And mind the pookas, you hear?”
I am happy, oh so happy...
Ever wake up happy and smiling for no reason? Just happy? That's the way I am today. Woke up almost giggling. Hmm...hope I'm not losing my mind or anything like that?! :)
No, I think I'm just happy that HOT SUMMER NIGHTS with Bonnie Dee and Jayelle Drewry is out today. HOORAY!! Just thrilled about this release. The anthology is available from Liquid Silver Books.
Hope you have a wonderful day. Hope, too, you woke up with a smile on your face.
Monday, September 17, 2007
I had to know...
| Your Mind is PG-13 Rated |
 Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy. You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude. |
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Don't forget the contest!
All it takes is one comment on this blog to enter! Just say something between now and September 25th and you may be the lucky winner!
IRISH EYES Excerpt
Irish Eyes is available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.
An excerpt:
Dear Lily,
Nothing could have prepared me for this
place. Honestly, to say it’s beautiful is a colossal
understatement. This land takes beauty to a whole
new level. Not only the sights and sounds, but the
people, too. But more about the people later.
When I got off the plane I expected...I don’t
know what I expected, exactly—but it wasn’t
what I found. Even the airport was breathtaking,
surrounded by miles of open land covered in a
rich, deep green grass that looks more like real
carpet than the stuff that Mom had in our family
room at home.
And you know how we always thought that
Vermont was hilly? Mountainous, even? Well, we
were clueless. This place is so endlessly rolling
that I fear even a ship’s first mate could find
himself seasick. I hope I get used to walking on the
lumps and bumps of this new place. If not, I’ll be
spraining my ankles every day. Let’s hope the
sidewalks are flat, at least. Hell, I hope they have
sidewalks—I haven’t seen any yet.
Riding from the airport to my temporary new
home was an adventure. Irish taxi drivers are like
taxi drivers the world over; they talk nonstop and
spend more time pointing out the “sights” than
they do paying attention to the road ahead of
them. And what a road it was! Narrow and
unlined except for the ruts that look like they
were made by elephants, the “highway” between
Dublin and here isn’t one I’ll look forward to
riding again. I kid you not—my hip is bruised
from being bashed against the inside of the
decrepit little taxi. No exaggeration, Lily. It’s the
truth.
But I did get to see some things that you just
don’t see at home.
The driver—Shamus was his name, by the
way—was careful to show me places to eat
(Mulligan’s Pub being at the top of his list) and the
chemist’s shop (they don’t call it a ‘drugstore’
over here) for finding my ‘female fixings.’ I can
hear you laughing, but I promise you—that’s
exactly what he said. Can you imagine? A modern
man— in his thirties, probably—says ‘female
fixings’? Never in New York, huh? And he did it
all after he asked me out to dinner—did I mention
that yet? Well, more on that little tidbit later, too.
When I inquired about the castle, the ruddyfaced,
red-haired Romeo clammed right up. I
pushed him a bit, claiming that I wanted to learn
about all the old castles in County Meath, and
asked him to tell me what he knew about the
place. I wasn’t above turning on the flutteringeyelash,
hair-tossing routine, either. Sadly, neither
my pointed questions nor womanly wiles had a
positive effect on the now silent-as-the-tomb
driver.
Muttering something beneath his breath, he
made a point of showing me St. Brigid’s Church,
an imposing white brick building right in the
center of town. Under other circumstances, I
would have loved to learn more about the
building, since it’s undoubtedly an important
historical monument. There’s even a hilly little
graveyard with moss-covered slabs of granite
behind the church. Shamus made it clear, though,
that not only was he not interested in talking about
the Castle, he wasn’t at all as interested in me as
he’d first been. So I thought it prudent to keep my
mouth shut about the church—no comments on
that one.
When we reached the rental cottage, a
thatched fairy-tale fantasy like the ones we drew
with our crayons as children, Shamus unloaded my
baggage from the boot (it’s not a trunk here, no
matter how much it looks like the one on my
Audi). I swear I could hear him say something
about banshees and ghouls as he drove away.
Oh, and no second inquiry about going out to
dinner with him before he left, either. Which was
really too bad, since he was temptingly handsome
and, as we both know, I’m currently single.
Again.
Ugh, let’s not go there.
Did you think Ireland was going to be like
this? I admit that I didn’t. And I haven’t even
scratched the surface of my explorations—I
wonder what I’ll find when I get down to looking
around. I’ll keep you posted as things here move
forward.
For now, I’m off in search of a hot meal. I
didn’t see anything that even comes close to
resembling a Wendy’s or a Pizza Hut. I hope the
food here is easier to understand than the people
are!
I’m glad I came here, Lily. It’s going to be
good to get some distance from the mess back at
home. Maybe I can begin to figure out what I’m
going to do next. After all that’s happened, I’d like
to crawl into a hole and bury myself, but I know I
can’t do that. I know, I know...I can hear you
pressing the buttons, dialing Dr. Monroe as you
read this. But don’t. You don’t need to worry
about me. I’m going to be fine. I promise.
Now, I’m really going to find some food. I’ll
write again soon.
Love, Maddy
P.S. As soon as I get the Internet thingy
hooked up to my laptop I’ll send e-mails, too.
Don’t worry, though. The snail mail will keep
coming—I know how you love to examine the
strange stamps, tear open the envelopes and hold
the pages in your hands. I do, too. It must be one
of those silly family things, don’t you think?
Maybe all those letters we got at camp from
Granny when we were kids—you know the ones.
Anyhow, the e-mails will soon be on the way, too.
Just thought I’d let you know.
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