Up for air

I can watch the clouds float along the skyline. The clouds kiss and bump into each other. Instead of the wispy clouds I usually see that cross the skyline quickly, I am seeing the thunderclouds that build higher. So far the clouds are still a bright white. When they turn various shades of black and blue, then I will get more nervous.

The last two days I saw two doctors. Both of them are concerned about my immune system issues–pneumonia last month and a bout of shingles this week. Unfortunately if my medications are reduced, my kidneys may decide to go on vacation. They tried to do that during the pneumonia experience. So I walk a tight line between feeling good and being ill.

I’m writing again. I’m back to “Dark Moon Rising,” second book in the EJ Hunter series. I have taken the first EJ Hunter off the market because the new and improved version is so much better. You might want to look for it come November.

I’m also back on “Unlicensed Sorceress,” which is the third book in the Hilda’s Inn series. I think I’ve said this before– or maybe I said it in FB.

As a reader, I went back to Karen Chance and read her dhampir books. There are only three of them. I’m into the second book. It is a shame there are no more books with this character– I mean she is running around Manhattan with a headless vampire. Even with the fighting and violence, there is a deep sense of humor in that book. I am laughing and forgetting the nerve pain that accompanies the shingles.

So today, I am back on track. After the doctors’ visits, I was so tired that I had to nap. I know I need to write in the morning. I need to write a little bit every day.

Once again, I am so grateful for Foxy. She cuddles against me during the worst of the pain and the emotions that follow the pain. She has definitely earned a place in dog heaven.


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My appointment went well yesterday. A little uptick with my creatinine levels for the kidneys, but since it is in the abnormal range for me, we aren’t too worried. Since I suspected that I had gout earlier this year, my doctor added a lab for uric acid. So far, so good. Back to your regular programming.

This particular ebook novella (about 10,000 words) was written about one of the characters from She Called It, Wolf. This is the story of Tina who is one of the ladies that helps EJ to adjust to living in Felony Flats and how she meets John.

When I was writing this particular novella, and since Tina and John were devoted in the first novel of the series, I felt that Tina had a secret. In this novella, not only do the two of them meet. John is a mechanic and Tina is a copier repair technician, but Tina’s secret is revealed.

As always, any mistakes in story and grammar are due to trying to think through chemo.

Description: John, a mechanic, meets Tina when she arrives at the shop to fix the copier machine in the office. For the first time in years, John is fascinated with this woman. There is something different about her that appeals to his werewolf heart. But Tina has secrets and when her son is kidnapped, John calls on the pack to rescue her son.




Chapter One

When John Harwood saw the small feet in the black work boots, he slid out from under the old rusty Ford pickup truck. Lying on the mechanic’s dolly, he looked up at long legs encased in work pants, his eyes followed a polo shirt neatly tucked into a trim waistline, and then lingered on her face. Her soft skin was darkened by the summer Reno sun. Her dark hair was layered around her face, showcasing startling violet eyes.

“Sir,” she said, her voice sharpened as she looked at him. “Where is the office? I have been wandering around this bay for fifteen minutes and I haven’t been able to find it.”

He had the sudden urge to lift the pickup and show off his muscles in front of this woman. Instead he stood up, wiped the grease off his hands and answered. “I’ll show you.

He could smell her instant attraction as he walked in front after after picking up her toolbox. She had made a slight sound and then let him carry her tools.

John was not a SNAG (sensitive new age guy), but he was a werewolf. Plus he had a sensitive nose. He grinned at the messages her body was sending him. He was only a few inches taller than she was, but he was built strong like a brick wall. He had a thick neck, large chest, and muscular arms. He worked hard and played hard. It showed in his confidence and power.

If he hadn’t smelled her attraction, he might not have noticed that she glanced at him under her eyelashes. So when he opened the door for her, he smiled at her, a wide-open smile that showed his appreciation. He could see a slight blush in her cheeks.