Twenty-Five Days of Christmas – Book It!

What? I’m a writer you expected me to skip books?

The Night Before Christmas

Had to pick the Golden Book

A Wish to be a Christmas Tree

How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

It’s not all for the kids!

Can’t forget the reason for the season

Then there’s the stocking stuffers!

Hey remember I’m a writer!

Favorite Excerpt (Badeaux Knights)

Kale stepped up and took a light swing at her, she dropped the sword as it vibrated. Nick pulled his arms off hers, ran his hands through his hair, and looked at sky as she picked back up the sword and tightened her grip.

“Again.”

Kale met her eyes and, finding them determined, glanced at his brother, who couldn’t look. He swung. Again, she dropped it.

She picked it up and took her stance. She didn’t flinch as Nick wrapped his arms around hers with his hands gliding down on top of hers. He whispered softly. “You are too afraid that Kale is going to hurt you.”

Whispering back, as her heart hammered, “Maybe a little.”

“He won’t. You know that deep down. Just hold tight.” He looked at his brother and nodded.

Kale took a swing and hit the blade. The vibrations coursed through her body but she smiled when the sword didn’t fall to the ground. Even more determined she said, “Again.”

Nick nodded. Kale swung and she grimaced as it rocketed through her body. “Now loosen your elbows and shoulders. Only your fingers should be that tight to keep a hold of it.”

Sonja found it hard to loosen up with Nick wrapped around her. She took a deep breath, “Again.”

This time the hit didn’t vibrate as bad as she smiled at Kale. He swung again. Nick began moving her wrist so she could meet the swings. That made the sword vibrate even less, though a quake was starting in the center of her stomach. Nick was touching her. His hands moved smoothly over her arms. The pushing, to make her body do what he wanted, was gentle. He slowly moved his hand up her arms, giving her more and more control as Kale took each swing.

As they moved back and forth over it, Sonja understood why this part of the backyard wouldn’t grow grass.

When Nick ran out of arm he put his hands on her hips, so if anything went wrong he could move her from Kale’s sword. It might have only been a practice sword but it was still sharp and heavy enough to hurt. They danced in this way for an hour as she improved with each swing.

Favorite excerpt-Mortals, Gods, and a Muse

I thought today I’d share one of my favorite parts of MGM. Hope you enjoy.

I had to keep my mind busy somehow. Tread water. Pray. Breath.

That’s how I did it the first time. The second time, I didn’t spend long in the water and I was fighting and screaming. This time I was going to rant.

“Send me across the world to find a dead man just to send my backside back to the ocean. When I find land, I’m going to eat, sleep, and come after you. I’m going to find as much C-4 as I can a bottle of wine and blow up that place that you call home. I’m going to toss that box in the bottom of the ocean…better yet I’m going to rent a sub, go to the Adriatic fault and drop you in the abyss.”

I kept swimming.

“I’m going to burn every book that has your name in it and make sure you are never heard from again. That goes as much for you Eros as it does for her. The family line is already dead, thanks to your antics. If the world never hears your names again there will be no harm in that.”

I was becoming more energized and focused as I moved. The ocean disappeared and rage was taking over. It felt good.

“I’m going back to Hades, cross that damn river and bring him home. By the time I’m done with this little swim, that river will be nothing. I’m going to take this damn vest with me and…”

My rant was over. I screamed when something grabbed the life jacket.

My Extended Family

I am surround by family. I have a husband, son, sister, mother, and brother. I have more cousins, aunts, and uncles than I could count, even using my and your toes. Oh did I mention in-laws.

I have friends that count as family. Those that call me after months of not hearing from them…

“Hey, Suz. I need your couch.”

I hope I’m not unique in that.

I have a very special extension of my family too. While we all have some things in common, we are as different as… well snowflakes come to mind. Mostly because of the flake part.

We are creative, smart (at least we think so), loving, and friendly. We are also testy at times, each have moments of “duh”, and get hurt feelings, even when it was not intended.

We are unique in the fact that, while we work together, hardly any of us have met. We know more about each other than some of our blood. We talk, we share, we agree, and sometimes must agree to disagree.

I am of course talking about the authors around me that have found their home in Second Wind. I’m talking about writers that range from Mainstream Fiction to Paranormal Romance. We also range from thirty years-old to past retirement.

We live from coast to coast and everywhere in between. We also love to read, love to write, and create in ways that amaze me from day to day.

And though we all write, our books are as different as we are. We have different voices, different genres, and different ways of looking at each. And through it all we will stand as family, like any family; with love in mind, and stories to tell.

Suzette Vaughn

The Second Wind Publishing Family