A Spooktacular Blog Party! I’m so happy to be part of the festivities because even though illness and life got in the way, I still have many stories to tell. And, oooh, my favorite cookies are everywhere, I’m a ginger snap fanatic and if you’re a cheese lover, melt a piece of your favorite sharp cheese on a few, grab a good book then sit back and enjoy.
I’ll share a funny Halloween moment: My son was a 3rd grader (we’ll not talk about how long ago that was!), and we’d fashioned a robot from an overly large cardboard carton. Lots of silver spray paint with buttons and gadgets everywhere, we soon had a cool costume for his school parade. He marched around in front of the judges and classmates and surprise—he won 3rd place! Hurrying back to where I waited, he stumbled and fell. The box was so cumbersome, his little arms flailed, his legs churned but he couldn’t get up. Once I’d gotten him back on his feet, he said, “I want a real costume for trick-or-treating!” The look on his face told me not to say a word. Halloween night he was superman and all was well. A funny memory I’ll cherish forever.
Now a bit about my books. Quench is in the editing stages and Repent in Love will not be far behind. Meanwhile, visit Jocie Parker’s page and read about the disciples descendants available at Amazon and B&N. They’re short, romantic and sexy stories. Here’s a snippet from Ander, The Disciples I –
Pet bolted upright in the dimly lit room and pulled her knees to her chest. Her breasts heaved up and down as she vaguely recalled pictures of her mother flashing before her. Never before had she recalled mom looking so peaceful. Sadly, with each passing year, her mother’s face had practically faded away. Until last night. Why had she appeared in Pet’s thoughts so vividly after all this time? And why with Ander? Unable to get the vision back, she shook her head and glanced around. Home, thank god! She took a deep breath and felt cool air sweep across her naked body. “Oh, shit.” One thing from last night came back to her. Ander. He’d brought her home, undressed her, and put her in bed. Not good, so not good.
Her head snapped around and grabbing the covers, she pulled them up to her neck. “What are you doing in here?” The corner opposite from where the small lamp glowed beside her was dark, but she heard the chair squeak as he stood and crossed the short distance to the bed.
“Thank you would be sufficient.”
Ander would try and read her. “Don’t mess with my mind, please.” Her chin dropped. “I’m such an idiot. I should have known better than to accept that drink. Colin creeped me out.” Lifting her eyes to peer at Ander, she asked, “Gage has him doesn’t he?”
“He’ll…” However Gage handled it, it’d fit the crime and she’d learned to accept that fact a long time ago.
“Pet, you weren’t the only one. There were many less fortunate so if Gage didn’t do it, I would.”
His weight when he sat on the bed caused her legs to bump against his back. The warmth emanating from his body comforted her. A ragged sigh slipped out. Now she wished Ander had read her mind, knew she needed to be held. Pet felt safe with him and she was damn glad he’d been at Arrogant Bastards. Hell, why not ask? Would it be so terrible to have what she desired for just one night? “Hold me.”
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele
Now for the contest: One lucky commented will receive an ebook copy of Ander, The Disciples I. Just say “Pick me! Pick me!” in the comment box to be eligible. Contest ends at midnight, Eastern Time and is void where prohibited by law.
(Be sure to scroll up and read both posts for today. Twice the Spooktacular fun. – A note from Susan)