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Archive for October, 2008As a courtesy to a fellow author, for we all need good press, I’d like to share news of her upcoming release with you! “A Slave of My Own Desire” make an escape on 10/23/08! A Slave of My Own Desire
EXCERPT: He’s gorgeous, but he doesn’t know the first thing about poker. Study your opponent, not your hand, my first boyfriend always told me. In poker, your cards are largely irrelevant: it’s the psychology of the bluff that matters. Mr. Danger folds a few times, gets lucky with three sevens, then I make him fold. The heap of chips on his end of the bed is beginning to shrink, but he evens it out with a full house on which he bids hopelessly too low. That’s when I get my four hearts, straight up. I discard the single spade and the replacement brings me the fifth to suit. Excitement barely allows me to register that he’s thrown out one card too. His shoulders stoop when he inspects his new card. I’m guessing he must have been trying for a flush or a straight, and failed. Now, as I said, in poker a good hand means nothing if your partner has rubbish, especially if he suspects that you have something better. So I stoop my shoulders too, just a fraction, and bite on my lip. “I’m in,” he says cautiously. So he’s going for a bluff. Yes! The betting is a slow affair, but eventually all the chips are in the game. “I will see you,” I say as I lay down my hand. “I can’t wait to hear the name that comes before Danger.” “I’m afraid you will have to wait for that,” says he, brandishing four tens. I’m speechless. He bluffed me into thinking that he was bluffing. He had good cards all along. “In poker, whether it’s Texas Hold’em, Omaha Hi or Seven Card Stud, the most important rule to remember is Do Not Underestimate Your Opponent,” he says as he moves the pot to his side and stacks up the chips with a practiced hand. “Now, take off your stockings.” “What -” “Off.” Fascinating tidbits about the book: * This book started as an email fantasy between myself and a man for whom I did some freelance work. We live continents apart and have never met face to face. You can find Eve at Red Rose Publishing! The Orca King, II releases on Monday, October 20th. I’m quite jazzed about this release. It’s my first M/M romance. I think of it as Brokeback with fins. La Cage Aux Folles without the fuss and feathers (though there might be fins). Who knew Big Tom could come out of his personal fog and out of the closet at the same time? It’s the return of the write-whale and look out…’cause thar he blows!
Couple days ago the stable owner phoned at 6:30 a.m. and said our horse was sick. Belly ache. That’s bad news in a horse. Colic is deadly. Our horse was in shock and had a high fever went we arrived. The vet pulled up right after us. I took emergency leave from the day job and my daughter stayed home from community college so that we could look after our sick Kayak. His blood-work came back “infection.” A horsey ultrasound revealed clear lungs–but he had no “gut sounds” which alarmed the vet. After a rectal exam (up to the vet’s shoulder, I might add), a gastro-nasal tube to fill the poor beasty with fluids, some horsey morphine for the obvious pain and a shot of antibiotics, Kayak started coming around. My husband and daughter spent the night at the stable to keep an eye on him. I was exhausted after 13 hours at the barn and the next morning my poor kid looked like death warmed over after 24 hours of checking on her horse every two hours around the clock. Horsey responded to antibiotics, but his gums and eyes are yellow. Jaundice. When he was all shocky his gums and eyes were gray. Then he started feeling better and they turned pink again (the eyelid–not the eye!) and now they’re yellow. My daughter is responsible for all horsey costs. She works to pay for the stable fees and hay. She’s 16–so how is she going to pay for a 1100.00 vet bill? We certainly don’t have an extra grand! My daughter was raised Buddhist (SGI-USA) but has always scoffed at practicing consistently. For awhile now she’s been having a self-directed practice (which pleases me immensely!). She chanted about her horse’s health and the vet bill. She didn’t ask anyone for any money. She knew she had to pay the bill and probably put in extra hours to earn the funds. While we were eating dinner, her grandmother phoned and said that since she knows the kid has to pay for her own horse, and that she didn’t want her granddaughter saddled (no pun intended) with a huge bill, that she was going to cash one of the savings bonds she has for my daughter’s higher education so that we can pay the vet off. The bill is paid. The horse is not yet out of the woods, but any more visits by the vet should be manageable. We’re all chanting for Kayak’s good health and chanting appreciation for the protective functions in our environment (like grandparents and mobile veteranarians). Darr |
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