It’s Thanksgiving, a time to think about what we’re thankful for. Let me share a few things I am thankful for not just on Thanksgiving but every day (not in any particular order).
First of all, I am thankful for my husband Brian. It takes the patience of a saint to live with me. He believes in every crazy ass scheme I come up with whether it’s a new book or a new tattoo. He loves me despite every pissy fit I throw or every mistake I make. I love him with all my heart.
In the same vein, I am thankful for my kids. Three very different personalities, three very unique and incredible people. I’m blessed to be their mom.
I am thankful for my parents. They believe in me, support me and make me feel like a rockstar. Plus they are always there when I need them. I am also grateful for my brother and his family, my parents-in-law and all my siblings-in-law for your love and support.
I am thankful for my readers. You guys let me do what I love. For that I will love you forever.
This year I am thankful to be here to type this. Not many people know that in September I spent five days in the hospital fighting for my life. I am thankful for the medical personnel at Mercy Medical Center who helped me heal.
I am thankful for two men I will let remain nameless but know who they are. It hasn’t even been a year and we’ve been through a lot, boys. Thank you. You’ve been there for all the moments of self doubt. You’ve let me go bat crap crazy. You’ve given me strength to stand, to get to where I am. Despite everything that has happened, the good and the bad, I will always be grateful for both of you.
I am thankful for my sisters in violence (wow, that doesn’t sound nice does it?). We’ve done more than train together. We’ve talked. We’ve cried. We’ve laughed. A lot. You are all some of the most incredible women I’ve ever met. Thanks for putting up with me.
I have said this more than I can count but I won’t ever stop saying it. I am thankful for my second family at Hard Drive MMA. I have gone through many years feeling like the square peg trying to fit in the round hole. Finally I feel like I belong. Not to mention, I am probably in the best shape of my life. So to my brothers and sisters – thank you with all my heart. I am proud to be part of this family.
I am thankful to my publishers, Secret Cravings and Beau Coup, and everyone involved with these two incredible companies. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for giving me a voice.
I am thankful for two groups I have had the honor to work with – the Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome Association and Operation First Response. They do incredible work and have made me feel like part of their family. Thank you.
Thank you to my family and friends both new and you poor suckers who have dealt with me for this long. You are the sunshine in my day.
There are so many other things to be grateful for in my life, way too numerous to count. I am truly blessed to live my dream and be loved by so many.
Have a Happy, Safe and Blessed Thanksgiving!
Gideon slipped into the townhouse, softly shutting the door behind him. He talked longer with Edgar than he anticipated. It had been way too long since he spent time with his friend. Possibly he had arrived home before…
The soft clearing of a throat announced the worst. Emma was already awake. He turned to find her sitting naked in his favorite overtuffed chair. The sight sent him into a burning need for her.
“I thought we were going to defeat Katarina together,” she pouted.
Gideon knelt before the chair and took her hands in his. It took all the self control he possessed to not part her knees and kiss his way up her thigh. “Love, I just went to meet with Edgar. I asked him to get information for us on Katarina and the repairs on the humidor.”
“I still should have gone with you.”
“Katarina knows you are not dead. She has men prowling all over London who have orders to end your life if they see you.”
“I’m not afraid of them.”
Gideon parted her knees to draw her closer. He cupped her face in his hands. “I am. These men killed Sophia, my wife. My sweet, I love you more than I ever did her and she possessed my heart. If they took your life it would end mine. Do you understand?”
She nodded against his fingers. Her fingers rose to his and caressed them. A wicked smile slowly crept to her lips as she pressed herself against him. “And your plans for the rest of the day, dearest?”
Gideon ran the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip, tugging her mouth apart. He gazed at her hungrily. “You. You are my plans the rest of my day. Me deep inside you starting with this chair and ending in my bed.”
Emma could barely let go a gasp before Gideon enveloped her lips in a deep, devouring kiss.
Hey everyone! It’s time for Tuesday Tales! We’re back with Gideon and Emma in my Steampunk Romance. Will Edgar help Gideon? Let’s find out!
Gideon couldn’t help but notice the stark change in Edgar’s demeanor. The man who was once jovial was now just as serious as he. “What is it, Gideon?” Edgar questioned.
“Katarina Hellwig is the one responsible for Sophia’s death and Toby’s disappearance. She sent Sophia’s lover and Toby’s true father to do the deed. However I learned this after I turned the humidor I built to kill General Hellwig over to the bitch.”
Edgar muffled his gasp as the revelation. “What do you need of me?”
“I need you to find out when Katarina is going to present the humidor to the General. I am sure she is planning a elaborate affair when she does. I have disabled it but I am sure she is having it repaired as we speak.”
Edgar cocked an eyebrow at him. “How do you know all this?”
“I heard it from the Viper’s lips myself. I went to the mansion to confront Emma only to heard Katarina’s confession to use the humidor to not only kill her husband but to trap me into being her lover in the process.”
Edgar’s lips pressed into a thin, thoughtful line. “I know a few butlers and maids in the Hellwig mansion, none of which hold any affection for their mistress. I will ask around for the status of the humidor’s repairs and the impending presentation.”
“Thank you, my friend,” Gideon breathed. He picked up his ale and took a sip, startling and spilling a little of the brew as he felt Edgar’s elbow in his ribs. Edgar’s mischievous grin was back as he babbled on about the weather and the new Zeppelin christened into the queen’s navy. Gideon grinned in response as he mopped the ale from his shirt. The waiting for an answer would all but kill him. But he would do whatever it took to keep Emma and himself safe.
Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. We are still with Gideon and Emma in my untitled Steampunk romance. Last week we caught them in an intimate moment. How will they stop Katarina from using the humidor to kill General Hellwig? Let’s find out!
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The winter wind whipped around Gideon’s legs as he trudged down the vacant street. He tugged his coat closer to his face to block out the chill.
Glancing around at his surroundings, he noticed the barren trees, the frost covered ground, the empty flowerpots perched on the steps of the houses.
This particular lane in London had to be majestic in color during the summer. Not that Gideon knew. He kept himself locked away from the world. A small cloud huffed from his lips. This summer he would have to get outside and enjoy the beauty.
He shook the chill from himself as he stepped into the tavern. There was hardly a soul in it. Most folks didn’t frequent this establishment so early in the morning. It made finding the man he was looking for easier. With a grin, Gideon weaved among the tables and dropped onto an empty wooden stool at the bar.
“A little early in the day for an ale, don’t you think?” Edgar grumbled.
“I would think you would be happy I left my house on my own accord,” Gideon chuckled.
“I do admit that surprises me. Look at you. You’re a new man. It’s almost as if you’ve been keeping a woman in your bed.”
Gideon shot Edgar a devious grin. Edgar slapped the wooden plank that served as the counter of the bar. “I can’t believe this! Is it that little beauty Emma?”
“A gentleman never shares who he has spent his night with. However, I can tell you she’ll be furious if she knows I’m here so we need to make this quick. I need a favor of you.”
“Barely stick you head out and you’re already under the thumb of a woman,” Edgar laughed.
“This is no laughing matter,” Gideon snapped, suddenly serious. “There is more than one life at stake. That includes Emma’s. And mine.”
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