Wildlife

Last week’s post about the coyotes has nothing on the stuff that’s been happening since. We haz snakes! Yep. Western rattlesnakes. Thus far, Rott has had two close encounters of the snake kind. One occurred on the side of our house where it’s all cement. Rott was out checking the outside lights and sprinklers after dusk. He was standing near our back steps (which we don’t use because the fancy new dryer is so big is partially blocks the door) and he flashed his flashlight on the ground and about a foot from his foot (in Guinness flip flops) was a snake. A two foot long rattler. Rott jumped about five feet away from the snake in a panic. The snake didn’t coil up. Instead, it coiled enough to back up away from Rott and then it headed under the steps, under our house. With it’s head under the steps, Rott shined the flashlight on it and got a look at its rattles. It had seven, which according to what I’ve read makes it about 2-3 years old.

A couple of nights later on the other side of the house, in the yard, Rott was on his same nightly mission and reached down to pull some weeds from the slightly raised planter box where the orange and lemon tree are planted.  That’s when he noticed another rattler about a foot from his hand. This one was about the same length, fatter, with fewer rattles. And about as non-aggressive as the other one had been. Rott spotted him, yelped and jumped back, but he didn’t even move. Rott ran in the house for his camera but when he got back the snake was gone.

The next wildlife encounter was early in the morning. Rott heard Neko getting loud and playful. When she ran by he saw something in her mouth. She dropped it on the floor and starting batting at it. Rott chased her away and it jumped onto the wall. It was a tree frog, sticking to the wall with his little suction cup feet. Rott caught him and turned him loose outside.

Now, the wildlife count is up to wasps (Rott killed it with a torch without scorching the couch it was on), lizards (I almost stepped on one trying to get in my car one morning), baby possums, coyote packs, birds that knock on the windows (this freaks out the babies) , gophers, rabbits, hawks, owls, hummingbirds, rattlesnakes and tree frogs. Our life is kinda wild learning to deal with all the wildlife. It’s an adventure I tell ya! And despite all the wildlife adventures, Rott did get the fountain to work! Yay!

Well, last week was hellish at work. Major deadlines and only me and the part-time person to get it all done. I coulda cried. It was so stressful. I needed the three day weekend but I don’t need the fact that it will put me behind a day. Ugh. Just thinking about it makes my head pound. I must need a Marcus…

Ahhh, much better! Wishing you all a wildlife free Labor Day!

Six Sentence Sunday 39

This week I’m giving you a taste of the fourth Encounters story Rituals. In Rituals, Drake Keating’s neighbor and friend, wizard Nick Diamond, discovers that the woman he’s been painting is a lot more than she said or he ever noticed. Secrets are revealed and lust is born.

Ione knelt on the drop sheet that covered the floor of the dais, sitting with her legs folded beneath her. She stretched her hands out before her and murmured a few unintelligible words. Then she said, “I will tell you when I am ready. At my word, you must whip me until my blood runs freely. Only then will my sacrifice to Artemis be complete. It should take no longer than five minutes.”

If you’re interested, you can look up the Cult of Orthia. It’s an ancient religion whose members participated in ritual flagellations. Nick’s model Ione is a member of that religion.

Many thanks to those of you who come back week after week to read my snippets. I truly appreciate it. To read the other Six Sunday offerings, click HERE.  I’m also over at Castles and Guns today and am participating in Sizzling Hot Book Reviews’ Back to Smut week. Anyone who comments on my posts on their site is eligible to win prizes!

Happy Labor Day weekend everyone!

Coyote Take Out

The canyon where I live has a lot of wildlife. And cows. The neighbor next door said she had a rattlesnake in her yard recently and had to have another neighbor kill it. There’s owls and other birds of prey. And coyotes. The coyotes start singing around 11:30 each night. You can hear the older ones howl and the younger ones yip. We’ve been told not to let the babies out because of the predators. They are house cats so there’s no way we’d let them out. Although, before we got the security screen door, Neko managed to push out the bottom panel on the battered screen door that came with the house and she snuck out. Rott saw the panel down and bellowed, “NEKO!” She came scrambling back into the house, her chubby body sliding on the wood floors. She tried to get out a window once when we first moved in and got stuck, her little legs spinning as she tried to find purchase. Good thing she’s a chublet or she would have gotten out!

Anyway, one night last week Swirly the Guard Cat was sitting in the window sill of my author cave hissing. The window is on the front of the house with a view of the carport. It was open a little (not enough for one of them to squeeze out) and he saw/heard something outside. He’s a pretty good alarm. Anything, anyone comes into our carport and Swirly hisses. The closer they get to the window, the louder he gets until eventually he starts growling. He stopped hissing pretty quick though because the person in the carport was Rott.

Rott comes up to the window and the babies all crowd around as he starts to tell me why he’s wandering around outside at 1:30 am. He’d found a couple of coyotes in our yard stalking a baby possum. Or in Rott’s words, “Coyote Take Out.” He chased them off but they didn’t go any farther than our carport because of the presence of their snack to go. So Rott shooed them out of the carport into the street. While he was telling me about the baby possum and that he saw the rest of the coyote pack up the street, the coyote take out took a hike and made good his escape. With the possum gone, the next time Rott shooed the approaching coyotes, they left and joined the pack, running up the street and around the corner.

After that, Rott and I went to Denny’s for an early morning breakfast. The coyotes stalking the baby possum in our yard was pretty much the highlight of our week. Rott now tells the babies if they aren’t good, he’s going to put them outside to be coyote take out!

Work is going to be pretty crazy for me starting this week because my co-worker is leaving. I’ve no idea how I’m going to get all the work done and I’m seriously unhappy about this turn of events. So I’m hoping to get a bit of a jump on month end over the next couple of days before she leaves. After that, I don’t even want to think about how tired I’m going to be.

Between coyotes in my yard and my co-worker leaving, I need some serious cheering up which of course means I need a Marcus.

Oh, yum. He really does make my Mondays much better! Hope you all have a wonderful day!

Six Sentence Sunday 38

Returning to Drake and Justin in my WIP Encounters: Magic Lessons. You may recall that Justin has feelings for Drake who pushed him away in the past. Now, Drake is all about making it up to Justin.

Drake’s expert eye determined that Justin’s cock measured more than his own. It might not be as thick, but it was definitely longer. His ass cheeks clenched as he wondered how it would feel to have Justin fuck him. He’d had fingers and dildos in his ass, but only once had he been fucked. Weylyn had been an excellent instructor in anal sex, but his cock didn’t match Justin’s in length or girth. The thought of Justin’s monster dick in his ass made Drake shake with lust.

Many thanks to those of you who keep coming back here to read and comment each Sunday. Your comments are much appreciated! To read the other Six Sunday offerings, click HERE. Have a wonderful Sunday!

Ghosthunters

Last week I had a nice whine over a simple tummy ache. Funny how the small stuff can just feel devastating sometimes. This week I’ve moved from whining to mental eye rolling. You see, I have galleys to read. For you non-authors, galleys are what authors get prior to a book going to print. You have to proof the galleys to ensure there are no mistakes. If there was a mistake in the ebook that didn’t get fixed, this is your time to fix it.

So I had a nice cover flat of Tales of the Darkworld Volume Two and a big fat file of galleys. Volume Two is two novellas, each one just over 40K. So that’s more than 80K of words to check. Yowch! I saw them in my email and knew I needed to get cracking. Did that happen? Oh, no. Instead, I listened to ghost stories as told by Rott who has been encountering a ghost in our new house.

Now, most people would label me a non-believer. Rott pretty much does. But he’s seen the ghost several times now and that has prompted him to tell me. The first time he saw the ghost he was in the laundry room and he turned to go through the door into the kitchen when he saw an apparition rush toward him, then through him and disappear. He said there was a rushing sound like a waterfall, a loud whoosh of sound that dissipated when the ghost did. He also said it was male and very angry. Scared spitless, Rott ran out of the house, got in his SUV and tore out of there. He came back an hour later and all was quiet.

Rott decided to have a conversation with the ghost to let him know we weren’t anything to be afraid of or angry with. He said he told the ghost, we can all live here peacefully…we’ll leave you alone and you leave us alone. The ghost didn’t come back after that. Until this week. Not sure what would have set a ghost off this week but Rott says he’s seen him two or three times. And when he turns out the living room light and tries to kick back on the couch and watch TV, he can feel the presence of someone else in the room and he has to turn the light back on.

Well, this time the ghost is unnerving Rott. Really unnerving him. Like to the point that Rott wants to get rid of the house. The ghost is freaking him out.

I just sat silently through Rott’s story. I’m never sure what to believe when people tell me ghost stories. I’ve never seen a ghost or sensed the presence of one. I have gotten bad vibrations from places before and later found out something awful happened there. But I’ve never seen a ghost. I don’t know that I believe in them. Well, to be honest, I’m not sure I disbelieve in them either. I do believe that Rott believes in them and I believe that he believes he saw one. For that alone, I treat his words fairly seriously.

How does one combat a ghost? Especially when your spouse pretty much wants to pack up and leave it behind and when you yourself do not feel the presence of anything bad. Do we have a seance? Go ghosthunting? Call ghostbusters or myth hunters or whatever those TV dudes are called?

It’s a pretty weird dilemma to have that’s for sure. Anyone have any advice? I’ll be sure to pass it along to Rott if you do. Meanwhile, I need a Marcus.

Look at all that skin. *sigh* If our ghost looked like that, I’d never want him to leave! LOL Hope you all have a happy and haunting free Monday!