I think fall is finally here to stay now, the giant pot of soup I made last weekend is gone (not counting the quarts I put in the freezer), and it would be a good day for more soup today, with the cool temps and brisk wind. It's been a productive weekend here so far, and I still have a few things to check off my to-do list before I call it a day, not including making something for supper...and I haven't even given that much thought. Haha.
It was a pretty productive week here as well, and I got more revisions done than I anticipated, so I'm happy about that. Next weekend will be split into two things: our annual trek to see one of our favorite bands, Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and Thanksgiving prep. Concert day will give me the morning to do things, but we have tickets for their afternoon show, so that'll be the rest of the day and dinner. The other day, I'll make my first batch of gravy for Thanksgiving dinner and get it into the freezer and start baking my bread for the stuffing. Which means I need to get more writing stuff done during the week again this week--more writing, more revisions, more publishing prep--because until Thanksgiving dinner is in the books, I won't have time to do much writing or revising because it's multi-day prep leading up to the day. I do have a release date set in my calendar for Freeing Medusa, but I want to wait to share that and the cover all at once, so I'm going to leave you hanging just a bit longer. I'm sorry.
Before I get back to my to-do list, I have a snippet for you this week from Light the Way Home.
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Lucie didn’t argue when Nate refused her help with the dishes. Her insides still quivered from the realization that he was attracted to her.
“I’ll see you in the mornin’, Lucie!” Hayden shouted, hopping on one foot.
She smiled as she put her sweater on. “Yes, you will.” They’d already decided Hayden would join her after breakfast so Nate could cram in a few hours of work before he headed to the hospital to see his dad–and try to get his mother to come home rather than sleep on the less-than-ideal pull-out chair-bed in his dad’s hospital room again.
She wasn’t sure that was a battle he would win, but she understood his concern.
Hayden gave her a quick hug and then ran back to his book in the living room.
“I really do appreciate this, Lucie,” Nate said from where he stood at the sink.
“It’s nothing, Nate,” she said lightly. “Keeps me from having to spend endless hours on job search sites and getting more depressed than I already am.” She kept her head down as she buttoned her sweater up to her chin.
“It isn’t nothing to me.”
His firm, quiet tone snared her attention, and her mouth went dry. The shadows in his brown eyes made her curl her fingers around the edges of her sweater to keep from reaching out.
“I’m not accustomed to asking for help.” He cleared his throat. “I appreciate it.”
She swallowed. “It’s no problem,” she whispered. Dammit–hot, attracted to her, and vulnerable. Shit, that was trouble. She took a slow breath. “I’ll see you in the morning then.” She inched toward the door.
A hint of awareness darkened his eyes, but he stayed where he was. “Good night, Lucie.”
She took two more steps, clearing the doorway to the mud room, and a little relief sank into her belly. Until she heard footsteps behind her.
Within reach of the back door, she whirled. He stood at the open doorway of the kitchen, undisguised desire in his eyes this time. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a quick rush of excitement that she tried to squash as he stepped into the mud room. She held her breath as he took another step. One more. Until he stood a foot away, and her breath rushed out.
He studied her face for a long moment, and she wondered what he saw, what he was looking for. Impulsively, she moved closer to him, noting the way his eyes rounded, and she stretched up to brush a kiss on his mouth, lingered for a second, then stepped back.
“Good night, Nate,” she whispered, reaching behind her for the doorknob.
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So...if you're in the US, does your Thanksgiving prep take many days leading up to the holiday, too? Or do you just make it all happen on the holiday? I'd love to hear about it! You should come on over to my Facebook page and join our chats. Until next week, happy reading!
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