Win a $10 Amazon gift card…just in time for the holidays!
AND…a free backlist Susan Saxx e-book!
Life never seems to slow down, does it? Are you the same? Here I thought I was all ready early for Christmas, and that that would ease things up. Well, honestly, it has. The two trees are up, and most of the prezzies are wrapped. (See the pic of how my wrapping went on the right, lol).
What I didn’t realize was that that would just free me up more to start drafting the next book! So I’ve been massively busy working on Seth Unraveled, while still picking up a few little prezzies here and there :-), and there’s a pile of them still to be wrapped too. I’m also working on Zach’s launch, and yeah. I’m still a flaming newbie at all that. 🙂
(More wrapping highlights: here’s a pix of one of the cuties. He almost held the tape for me…)
Also, one of my besties surprised me with a tiny mountain of wrapped prezzies too – they’re on my dining room table right now, and they’re an ADVENT calendar of gifts! So every day I get to unwrap one. (Yeah, I’ve been pretty damn good, except for yesterday. But who can resist one that you KNOW is chocolate, lol? Okay, there’s a whole story on that…)
This morning was two stunning Christmas red and green plaid tea towels, with a thin thread of sparkly gold running through them. (Oh, who can resist the sparkly? I can’t.) Sigh. It’s a wonderful way to wake up every morning (especially after some of the nights I have!)
So, that’s life in the fast lane, over here. I hope you’re doing good with whatever preparations you’re smack in the middle of.
Now, on to the GOOD STUFF…
I’m super proud of this book — Zachary Undone — and this story. Zach, with his decent, good and wounded heart really is the star of this story. I love him. Yet all the others at Refuge Bay also shine, for me. Galen (his hoped for squeeze), Nathan, Og and Trasher. Seth, Palmer. All of them. I’m really loving these people and love writing about their inherent goodness – through a ton of conflict they have to wade through.
Anyhow, in honour of Zach‘s release this coming Friday, I have TWO giveaways prepared for you!
Enter to win a signed, first edition print copy of Zachary Undone! (4 winners in the U.S. and Canada will be chosen by Goodreads, then I’ll get busy and email them out, happily! :))
2 . Rafflecopter contest for the $10 Amazon gift card and a backlist single copy ebook of mine! Enter the Goodreads Giveaway, supply your Goodreads Handle where you entered it, then IF YOU CHOOSE you can tweet about the giveaway and do a few other actions to get even MOAH entries for the gift card and book!
And if you refer ten friends, you can get 10 extra entries!
Can’t you just smell the earthy scent of that forest?
I know we’ve almost seen the end of October 2021, but we’re having amazing weather in my area the last little while – the final few days of our ‘second summer’, I guess. The big trees outside my window still have all their leaves. It’s like everything has stopped breathing….there’s a hush. And we’re all waiting…together.
🍁 🍁 🍁
I’d like to treat you to an excerpt of my first Delta North Team novel today. Cole Dawson, a Canadian soldier and former leader of the elite Delta North Team Special Ops unit has come home to a ranch filled with trouble, and family issues.
It’s challenging. Doesn’t help he’s on his own, and it all falls to him…
A Real Man: The First Miracle
Cole Dawson strode through the wing of Toronto’s Mount Sinai hospital, a frown on his tanned face. His worn cowboy boots clattered on the shiny terrazzo floor, and he held back an urge to spit.
How the hell had Jack Elbert Dawson Sr., the toughest man he knew, ended up in a cardiac rehabilitation ward?
No matter. He had to see Dad himself. Reassure himself the man, only sixty plus a few years young, was still going strong.
He rounded the hallway, fielded a couple of nurses he’d hadn’t seen yet, noted their upturned brows and lightning-fast looks of inquiry, then headed down the stretch to Dad’s room.
Caught the vibration in his pocket. Damn. He’d forgotten to turn his cell off, like all the signs yelled at him to. He yanked it from his faded jeans. Probably one of the posse back home desperate for news about Dad or Boss, whichever Jack Dawson was to them.
The list of emails flashed, the requisite ads. A couple from Delilah Toms, his agent, still in touch. Some from Jesse, his lead hand, already responded to.
And there was the latest message, bolded. Waiting. Impatiently. From Krystal. Figured. No preamble, just straight and to the point.
—How’s he doing?
Only third time this morning she’d asked.
He texted back with work-hardened thumbs barely hitting all those damn buttons.
—Just about to see, Sis.
And then added, because Krys did fret so much—had to be that artistic temperament she kept telling everyone she had—
—I’ll let you know as soon as I see him.
But Krys, astute young woman she was, wasn’t ready to let him go yet. There came the telltale words, where she shared what she wouldn’t, with anyone else…
That’s all it took, and his mind was back with her. With all the family, back at their beloved ranch at the foothills of the Rockies in Dawson Ridges, British Columbia. Where the northern winds blew down from Alaska, decimated the land with its unforgiving iciness. Where Deep River surged, in the spring, then finally let go, and the hills, the lowlands all flushed an emerald seen nowhere else on God’s green earth.
Where right now, until everything was fixed and the ranch was sorted, there was a huge, gaping hole.
Jack Elbert Dawson was that hole. He had to be back there. Healthy, sound, barking out orders again, at his spread of countless acres.
But right now, Cole needed to ease the worry in his sister and tame the crazy, if he could. Hell, he had tons of experience, right? As the respected platoon leader Dark Storm for the elite Delta North Team, a special unit cobbled together from both Americans and Canadians, like their forerunner The Devil’s Brigade, he’d had to bolster many a soldier under him. Strengthen them, give them courage. He’d done it every which way he could.
Here? Redirection might work.
—How’s mom? The others?
Krys answered, using the voice command feature she loved. Because she could pound out voluminous responses that way, without doing any work.
—What do you expect? Mom’s baking up a whole bunch of Dad’s favorites, filling the freezer. Says she’ll be busy tending him, or trying to, when he comes home, so she wants to be ready. Fighting off Baxter, John QT and Roger, who all want to lick the bowl every time she’s done a batch, and are jumping at the counter, fighting among themselves.
A smile curved on his face. Baxter was their squat little pug, the one who wanted to rule the world, and sometimes just about managed it. John QT was their highly intelligent wolfhound. Roger was an untamed, furry, who knew the heck what. Irrepressible in spirit, but oh, so loyal.
A more unlikely trio you’d never meet, but they were inseparable. They spent their days together, visiting the various operations and people around the ranch.
Making their rounds, Mom called it. Doing their shifts, Dad snorted. They spent a ton of time in the ranch house, in the kitchen when things were going on—and when weren’t they? At night, they cuddled with each other or various members of the family in the huge, rustic living room everyone gravitated to.
They all needed to be back there. Especially Dad. Cole thumbed his own response back.
—Her own fault. She trained them that way since they were pups. If there’s food around…
—Well, when Mom really gets tough with them, they listen. But right now she’s too worried about Dad. And it’s turning into butter tarts, date squares, and egg bread. It’s crazy the output that woman has when she gets in her mind the whole world depends on—or will one day depend on—her culinary prowess.
Cole chuckled, back in the kitchen with Krys, mentally. Watching the scene, first hand, the warm glow filling his heart again.
—That’s why Dad kept the hands on, back when we lost work, years ago. We didn’t have Dax then, and Mom was too sad when there weren’t a zillion people to cook for.
He could see her, auburn hair tied back, the odd pale swatch in it when she didn’t get to the beauty salon on time. Peeling, cooking, stirring. Singing. The dance steps interspersed with the cooking, as she tried to do her routine while handling bowls, fryers, pots. Feeding everyone, and it wasn’t only with food.
It was a special picture, and time had taught him just how special.
His throat tightened. Dad needed to come home again, be part of that picture. Be healthy, strong. Be Dad.
Here, everything’s sunny, as summer teases us by dragging into September. Man, we had some tough humidity to get through the last two weeks, but after all the rain, I almost didn’t care.
(Almost. Almost, lol).
I got to do some summery things, too. Walks outside, small pool get-togethers (and a fire-pit!) were on the menu. I don’t know about you, but unless i get outside and enjoy the great outdoors, I feel cheated. I wasn’t cheated this summer. 🙂
I hope you all had a good summer, whatever you did!
Kitties enjoyed it, too. Though they seem to love the creature comforts, and posing in all those cute positions…
Dang. They’re so good at it…
IN ALL THINGS WRITING
I’m doing edits on Zachary’s story, the third book in the Refuge Bay series. I’ve added an extra 10k to a book I thought was already done, but early readers wanted more story between Galen and Zach, and I have to say I agree with them. ( my early readers!)
So every morning, I spend time with Zach and Galen, and I’m already working on the next book in the series. Trasher continues with her witty sayings… (But what’s an adorable, freshly adopted, past runaway little girl supposed to do??
Yup. She’s doing it. Man, I love that kid.)
As well, I’m gathering together all the fine men of the Delta North Security Force, and the ladies that will test them, and yes, drive them crazy. (I mean, us women. We have a job, right?) And there’s going to be some exciting news about this series that I can’t share yet…but I hope you’re going to love it.
Now, I’d like to share the two new books from my fellow authors in the special, multi-author world of Thackeray College..
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Changing the Game by Laura M. Baird
Reformed nerd Cooper has loved spoiled society girl Lidia since they were kids. Now that they’re in college, he’s finally ready to do something about it. Will one kiss change the game?
Million Dollar Smile by Becky Brandt
All his life, Devon has gotten everything he’s ever wanted, but his money can’t buy the one thing he wants most: Skye. Until one scorching kiss changes everything.
Have you ever had a serious addiction to something that won’t leave you alone? That keeps pushing in on your daily schedule, demanding to be met?
Well, here’s my latest one. I seem to have awakened a dragon lately, in me.
I seem to want Tacobell’s MEXIMELT…every day. And now…I want it for breakfast!
Have you ever had a meximelt? A soft flour taco, delicious seasoned beef, cheese, and I think? salsa. Some type of a slight vinegary flavour. Yes, tomatoes. Oh…my. It’s soooo good, all melted together. Oh, my (once again.) (*waves to Dorothy*)
I will prevail, I know. Indulging this is not in the daily budget. Nor in the caloric budget either!
Plans a trip to grocery store for ground beef, seasoning, and a few other fixin’s….
Yet the barest bits of sunshine are peeking into my livingroom right now, as I sit cradled in the evil papasan. (You know. The one that wants me to lay back, relax, and play. Or veg out. Yup. It’s complete and utter hibernation, all wrapped up in a bamboo and fluffy-cushioned chair.)
Portents of better things to come, that illuminating sunshine. Kitties are deposited around me, close by. Peaceful.
I’m hoping the little mouse I saw outside yesterday (actually two nights ago, as a surprise dark streak across the snow) is well. And warm. I may pop a little piece of apple or banana out there for him/her. First though, I’ll google, see if that’s good for him. Her. The tiny presence. (City people, right?)
But hey. You know! Beatrix Potter and all that!!
Here’s a few pix of Mousey-poo, and Kitty-poo–checking out Mousey-poo. (Who’s secretly holding up a little mousey middle finger to Kitty, saying…Ha! That there’s a thick piece of glass between us. So you can lookee…but no touchee.
Plus, your mistress is giving me apples soon. So there!)
Okay, if the imaginary conversations between these two are filling my brain, maybe it’s time to get actually writing on my wip. Right? (FYI: wip = work in progress).
I hope you have a lovely February day. Only one last thing remains. That little voice deep inside of me…
(…it’s not REALLY an imaginary conversation, right??)
It’s another peaceful morning here at the Chez Saxx Ranch. And it’s February. Already.
My view is lovely. I see trees, and that indomitable sky. Smatterings of grey-blue clouds, and the white streak of a plane gone by.
The other thing I see is the screen in front of me, as well as books and notebooks EVERYWHERE. I’m one of those – a paper person. I exult in notes and notebooks…and oh. Don’t get me started on clipboards.
Maybe it’s a way to keep the joys of school, from when I was a little kid, alive and present. Learning, then connecting ideas and applying them, was always a source of wonder to me.
But it sure makes for a messy, damn place. LOL. I keep it in check, but ’tis like yeast. IT JUST WANTS TO GROW. 🙂
Okay, now it’s time to get on THE BOOK. Whipping Real Man 1 into the best story it can be – one more final pass, then a launch date for it and Real Man 2.