Wanted to let you all know that I've post a excerpt from Wray on my Coming Soon page. I would love to hear what you think.
I can't believe it's all ready February! Where did January go? I want to thank everyone for making 2013 a memorable year in the Eidem household. Who would have thought when the year started that I would have published four books... it has been absolutely amazing and I thank all of you for making it possible.
That's all for now, I will try to keep you better updated.
An excerpt from my upcoming short story about Grim and Lisa's first Holiday.
Twas the night before the Festival and all through the House not a creature was stirring….
Lisa stood silently in the doorway of the girls resting chamber, her head leaning against its frame as she listened to Grim’s deep gruff voice. It was always so soft and gentle when he told the girls their bedtime story about the Great Raptor; it had become their nightly ritual, Grim’s and the girls. The girls would wait impatiently for him to return for third meal, when he finally did they would run to him, showering him with hugs and kisses.
During the meal, they would chatter like little magpies, telling him about every moment of their day, what they had done, where they had gone, whom they had talked to and Grim listened to their every word, never once growing impatient with them. When they finished eating, the girls would rush into their room to get ready for bed and with laughter and giggles; they would jump into their bed and wait for Grim to come tell them a story.
No matter what else was going on inside Luanda, no matter the problems, the stresses or the demands, Grim always made time for his daughters and they flourished under his attention.
Lisa ran a gentle hand over her stomach, a stomach that was already swelling with Grim’s child. She hadn't shown like this with the girls until she was at least five months along and while she had been surprised, Grim had been amazed.
Oh no! I missed a day!!!!
Grandma Stroh's Filled Cookies
1 cup dates
2/3 cup water
2/3 cup sugar
1/2 cup nuts
Cook until thick then cool.
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup shortening
3 cup flour
1/2 cup milk
1/2 t. soda
2 t. baking powder
Roll dough out thin and cut with cutter.
Place 1 tablespoon of filling on a cookie and top with another cookie.
Seal and prick with a fork.
This is the original recipe of my husband's Grandmother with no baking instructions.
I bake them at 350 degrees for 8-10 minutes or until golden.
I also like to instead of a sandwich cookie I make the bottom bigger, put in extra filling and
fold in half and seal.
I'm a little sloshy today.... yesterday was our annual Soup Day at work, a Hoiliday tradition with my co-workers. TWELVE crockpots full of soup!!!!! Yummy!
I brought Ham and Bean but there was chili, spicy corn chowder, taco, potato dumpling, wild rice, one from Olive Garden, broccoli cheese, two different chicken noodle and the rest are lost in the hazy recesses of my mind.
After many years of trial and error we have come up with a fool proof plan in the office, first you DO NOT eat breakfast. Second, we use sytrofoam coffee cups and only take one laddle full of each soup so we can sample all of them, then we go back for our 'new' favorites. I started at 8:30.... hey the soup was hot!
An excerpt from Wray.......
When stinky bastard had stuffed her into this cabinet, she hadn't even cared. If she’s in here, he couldn’t hurt her. The shudder she’d felt minutes before was unimportant. It was time to die.
The sound of growls covered the hissing-clicking of stinky bastard and drew her attention.
Growls, now there was something new. It reminded her of her dog, Warrior. Her parents had been promising her one for years and finally for her tenth birthday she’d called them on it. So they’d gone down to the public shelter that had recently broken up a puppy mill but it hadn’t been one of the puppies that she’d fallen in love with, it had been the massive dog caged all by itself.
They’d discovered him at the same mill. It seemed the owners had been breeding fight dogs along with the shih tzu’s. Warrior had been used to sire them, he had been a hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle and fierce looking. Everyone had been terrified of him. Everyone but Kim. Maybe it because she’d never been harmed in her life, maybe it was her age but for some reason she had just known he’d never hurt her. So she had opened his cage and promptly sat down, waiting for him to come to her.
Her parents and the workers had gone crazy, sure he would attack and kill her. He had growled and snarled at her, taking two steps forward then quickly backing away, his massive body quivering. When she had held out her hand, he’d flinched, as if he expected her to strike him, when she didn’t, he moved a little closer, baring sharp teeth.
Kim had looked into his gray eyes and seen the truth. He was scared. This massive dog was scared of her, that she’d hurt him. She quietly promised him that he’d always be safe with her, that he’d never be hurt again. When she petted him, he licked her hand then rolled onto his back, begging her to scratch his belly. She realized all he wanted was for someone to care for him, to see him, to love him and Kim had.
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An excerpt from Cassandra's Challenge
Shutting off the water he reaches for the towels, handing her one she starts to dry her hair. William in the meantime takes it upon himself to dry her body, starting with her shoulders working his way down. When her breathing begins to change William looks up at her a gleam in his eye.
"William…” Is all she can manage placing a balancing hand on his shoulder. As he continues down her leg she feels his muscles tense under her hand.
“Cassandra? What’s this?” His tone is rigid.
“What?” Concerned at his tone she looks down to where he is drying her right leg. “Oh that’s just my birthmark.” She says unconcerned. Still holding her leg he looks up at her.
“Birthmark.” When he doesn’t reply she tries to explain further. “It was there when I was born.”
“I know what a birthmark is Cassandra!” William rising testily, she’s somewhat taken aback by his sudden change of mood. Taking the towel from his hands she wraps it around her body, suddenly feeling the need to cover herself.
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset about it.”
“Why haven’t I seen it before now!” He demands turning to get his own towel.
“I don’t know!” His attitude is starting to irritate her it’s just a mark for God’s sake. “Maybe you haven’t looked?” Turning she leaves the bathroom, William follows close behind.
“Why didn’t you tell me!”
“Why would I? Did you tell me about yours?” She picks up the trail of clothes she’d left on her way to the shower.
“Mine?” William’s frowns puzzled.
“The one on your right forearm, that looks like an arrow.” William looks at his right arm, at the imperial mark he’s always carried.
“I’ve never hidden mine.” He shoots back.
“Neither have I! It’s hardly my fault you’ve never bothered to look!” Cassandra has had enough she’ll be damned if she is going to have an argument in only a towel. Dropping it she pulls on her shirt.
“It’s important Cassandra.” Going to his closet William pulls on a pair of pants. “When did you first discover the birthmark?” By this time Cassandra has her pants on and is working on her socks.
“There is no ‘when did you first discover the birthmark’ William.” She retorts giving him an exasperating look. “I was “born” with it. All Qwes woman are born with it. It’s just a fact of life!” With her boots on she stands.
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I nearly forgot an important holiday tradition in my house!
When I was young we, my brothers and sisters, bought my mom a set of Christmas dishes. Every year we would added to it. We needed to as the family grew.
It was always special, unpacking those dishes and it stuck with me. So when I started my own family, mom and dad bought me my own a set.
Now the dishes come out every year in my house and for the entire month of December we eat off them.
An excerpt from my last releast Victoria's Challenge:
Standing with her arms crossed, she looks at Lucas. God, he’d been lucky today. It could have been so much worse. He won’t think so but it could have. Taking a hand scanner, she moves it over his bandaged arms, getting her first look at the hidden injuries. Definitely seconds on his arms and hands. Not deep, but it’s his fingers that have her worried. It doesn’t take much to go deep there.
“What are you doing?” Her scent has him opening his eyes.
“Looking at your injuries.”
“How’s Hot Dog?”
“Packing him as we speak, he has a really good chance of getting back in the seat.”
“Fuck!” Lucas goes to run a hand through his hair and grimaces.
“He’ll be okay, Major. Selfridge will see to it.”
“The best burn doctor on Carina," she informs him. "He’s going directly to her. Now let’s talk about you.”
“No you’re not, but you will be. The question is: where do you want to recover at?”
“Fine, then here’s the deal. We’ll get you back to quarters. You’ll be monitored for your concussion, because of that, your pain meds will have to be reduced. You’re going to be uncomfortable and I’m sure, bitchy.”
“I don’t get bitchy.” He says in a bitchy tone that has Victoria raising an eyebrow.
“Right and I’m six foot. Anyway, we’ll get a chair, get you to quarters and get you into bed. Then we’ll see about third meal, something light. Any questions?”
“No. Let me tell you how it’s going to work. Someone is going to get me my clothes.” he yells. "I’m going to walk to my flight deck, and when I’m ready, I will go to my quarters and go to bed!” By the time he’s finished, the entire medical facility is cringing. All but Victoria.
“Oh really? Here.” She picks up his ruined clothes, tossing them at him. “Put them on.” Waiting, she sees him just look them. “Come on. Let’s see you pick them up.” Victoria’s eyes are hard and flashing at him.
“What? Can’t do it?” She whips the covers off the cot, revealing his barely covered front.
“Stop that! What’s wrong with you?” He grabs for the sheet, wincing at the pain it causes.
“Me! Me! What’s wrong with you! You have second-degree burns, are too pig headed to admit you’re in pain, and it has nothing to do with the bump on your head. Your body needs time to recover, Major, and you’re going to give it that time. That means for the next few days you’re going to shut up and take orders, or I’ll bounce your head off the deck so you have a real concussion. Understand?” No one speaks. “Good. Now I’m going to find you some pants because no matter how fine of an ass you have, no one really wants to see it hanging out of a gown.”
Lucas is left watching her leave, his mouth hanging open. What was that? Where the fuck had that come from? She eighteen for God’s sake. When had she gotten that tough? His mind nudges him to remember another time, when she stood in front of the Full Assembly, a nine cycle, demanding her right to be heard, stating her case for imprisonment for Audric instead of death, hoping for him to live a long, long life. She’d stood strong, for herself, her family and for her beliefs.