Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The down low on the downloads

I fell victim to watching the Amazon stats while T's Trial was on offer for free. In truth, I didn't catch on to doing it until three days in, but then, I couldn't help myself from writing down the numbers and adding. And re-adding.

Because I couldn't believe it! Over 4000 copies were downloaded for free!

Wow! Four thousand people who might never have noticed the book before--noticed!

Now I just hope that a sufficient number of them will enjoy it and ask that all-important question: What happens next? And then purchase numbers two and three in the series.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

T's Trial is free through Sunday!

In a marketing ploy used by many, I'm offering T's Trial for free on Amazon Kindle and Kindle app through Sunday. I hope you enjoy it and wish to know about the rest of the band.

The series consists of six books, with three of them currently available.

Monday, September 08, 2014

Pyewacket's Awesome (Awful, Scary, How-did-this-happen-to-me?) Adventure

Pyewacket is our yellow (golden oak really, but who ever describes a cat that way?) kitty. He is 13 years old and has never set paw outside the house. When he is not sleeping, he is eating or watching me prepare food. Pye has two foci, food and me.

After our 2 AM nuzzle this morning, he disappeared from the bed. Shortly thereafter I heard a noise but nothing was immediately amiss and I went back to sleep. Sleep was very good last night since it was cool and we had the windows open.

I got up early this morning because the car had to be to the service department by 7:30 (doesn't everything always happen at once?) and noted immediately that my constant companion as I walk downstairs wasn't with me. Perhaps he hadn't anticipated the early departure. But he wasn't in the kitchen either. That is strange and I began searching for him at once.

Not downstairs. Not up, but the window screen beside my bed was bent out. Uh-oh.

That particular window is centered over the porch roof. The metal roof. The very slippery roof. If he went out the window, then he went over the roof edge.

Flashlight in hand, I'm out the front door and checking the bushes. It's not even 6 AM. It's dark.

There is no immediate sign of him. If he's dead somewhere, then he has pulled himself there. I can't very well go wading through my neighbors' yards in the dark semi-dressed with a flashlight. A quick shower and proper search clothing on, I'm once again on the hunt although it's still pretty dark.

I call him gently. Down the street, flash the light into the bushes and the growth around surrounding houses, under cars. Awaken every dog on the block. Around our back fence, note our outdoor cats noting me. They are unsurprisingly mum on the subject of Pyewacket although I feel sure they know where he is.

And then I spot him! Under my car. Unmoving. He mews as I kneel on the concrete, steady the light on him. He looks okay, but he's not coming out for me. Perhaps for breakfast.

By the time I return with his bowl, he has inched to the back of the car. He comes out, quite scared, and I grab him.

Now to contemplate how he got where he was found. The logical way for him to have fallen from the roof, would have been to the north side into the bushes. To the east, he had a one in three chance of hitting concrete. To the south, where he was found, it was 100% concrete. He either survived unscathed a harrowing fall, or fell into the bushes, shook it off, and walked around the front porch and hid under my car.

Either way, I'm glad he's found and home. As to the screen, it's secured. Now if I can figure out what to do with the other forty.

Pyewacket in charm-mode.

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

On sale now!

Tib's Temptation is live and ready for download at Amazon Kindle. Here's the link.

Monday, September 01, 2014

Tib's Temptation!

I've just loaded Tib's Temptation, book 3 of the Bone Cold--Alive series of novels to Amazon. It should be available in 24 hours. Then, next week, I'm going to offer T's Trial, book one, at a promo of either $.99 or free. Haven't decided yet, although there are definite advantages and disadvantages for either scheme.

The back cover blurb for Tib:

"He is invisible.

Game Warden Tib Wilson moves smoothly through the community he serves, raising no eyebrows now that the woman he loves has found happiness with another. But his complacency is about to end with the arrival of a tall blonde with an attitude.

She is desperate.

Assuming the job as head of media for the Bone Cold--Alive organization less than a week before Eddie C's wedding is a headache SC Ward could have done without--if she wasn't so desperate. Finding herself a stone's throw from the end of the world is bad enough, but being attracted to a good man--the game warden, no less!--is a complication any woman could do without.

Welcome back to Jinks, Texas, where the weekend is in full swing. There's fuel aplenty for the gossips, but everyone's eyes are on Tib's Temptation."

In the meantime, here's the cover of Tib. I love it!


Friday, August 22, 2014

The wiliest raccoon, part 2

It took a new trap, a lot of patience, no little frustration, and a good dose of WD-40 to capture and relocate the wiliest of raccoons.

Once said raccoon had escaped from my old trap, I bought a new one. Spiffy thing, but difficult for even me to set off. I garnered photos from the night camera showing my new best wildlife friend sprawled across the release panel, dining on the latest offering, yet not setting it off. Finally, the spouse took pity on my frustration and "worked on" the trap.

After two days of staying away from us, the raccoon reappeared, got careless, got trapped! Yeah! Sorta'.

Because this little guest moved the trap. In an all-out effort to work his way out, he scooted the trap into my net patio umbrella cover. I gently pushed him back, out of, I thought harm's way. (That would be harm to the cover.) Thirty minutes later, he had managed to pull the netting into the trap, tear a huge hole in the side of it, and break the hose which, when filled with water (as it was), weights down the netting.

I was not pleased with my new best friend. Not only had he cost me a new trap, but now I was out an umbrella cover and this was the first one I'd ever had which hadn't leaked!

But, to end on a happy note, we have upgraded the gene pool in the countryside by the addition of the wiliest of raccoons. I just hope he or his offspring don't decide to move back to town!

Saturday, August 09, 2014

This is why you should change your smoke detector batteries once a year

A true story, thankfully not ripped from the headlines.

Two nineteen this morning, I hear it. BLEEP! An irritating sound and meant to be so. I know exactly what it is, the dying of a battery in a smoke alarm.

I also know that they only start BLEEPing in the middle of the night. There is no hoping it'll stop and I can go back to sleep. It will not. It was built to BLEEP. Every minute. Ad infinitum.

We have three smoke alarms, one on each floor's ceiling and one in the basement. I do not change the batteries on a regular basis. If I did, if I followed the handy advice of once a year whether they have BLEEPed or not, I would not have this problem. I do not and therefore I do.

The first problem is to determine which alarm is BLEEPing. They are, basically, one atop each other in the stairwell. I think, after the third BLEEP, that it is the one outside the bedroom doors. I get the step stool and determine that I can barely reach it with my fingertips. I drop the cover and awaken my husband.

This was not in the plan.

But now that I have a comrade, we can be more efficient about this. He removes the battery, I start to get a new one, and we hear BLEEP.

Wrong smoke alarm. Must be the one downstairs. It's easier to reach, we replace the battery quickly, head upstairs to do the same, and hear BLEEP.

Is it the one in the basement? Will I ever get back to sleep?

Husband replaces the upstairs battery, which probably didn't need it now but we need something to show for our efforts and a year's peace is making sense. I head to the basement to stake out the bad actor. Except the next BLEEP is not from the basement.

So now we have a well-behaved basement alarm, two new batteries in the stairwell alarms, and something is still BLEEPing.

We are having our stairwell repainted and the painters have quite nicely covered up the hall tree where the carbon monoxide alarm resides on top. Guess what's BLEEPing?

I tear open the plastic covering and look at the offending alarm. Had the plastic interfered with it? Never mind, it was getting a new battery and a new life on the kitchen counter until the painting is done.

Twenty minutes had passed and no, I never did get back to sleep. But when I go to bed tonight, I'll be assured that no smoke or CO will go undetected!