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I am an outside, sunshine, baby. I love the sun. I don’t mean that I somewhat enjoy it, I mean I L O V E it. I am that sad little shell of a human being in the winter, when snow covers the ground, and the world is gray and icky for days on end. I hate with a capital ‘H” hate nothing more than being cooped up inside when the sun is out and shining and warm. But sometimes there are deadlines, and revisions to be made, and stories to complete, and research that just has to be done, so I have to stay inside and actually do work. Uck.
I don’t have an actual office at home. I have a dining room table or a bed or a counter or just a plain ole lap, but not a real live office. So this past weekend, when I was sprawled out on the bed trying to get work done, the continuous thwack, thwack, thwack, that beat against my ears, pulled me to the window. I gazed outside to see, this:
I made small progress. Well until my oldest daughter, Sidney, interrupted me to say she needed to run an errand. She’s been driving almost a year at this point, so this doesn’t really affect me all that much in general. I get up and give her the mama speech: Be careful, you’re in no hurry, text me when you get there but not while you are driving, etc. etc. etc. I stand in the mudroom and watch out the window.
Again I try to head back to my computer, and to my work, but I am sadly no longer in the mood to write anything. I look outside the front window. The squirrels are out. The bluebirds are fighting over the dropped corn I set out. The little lady down the street is walking her beagle and all I want to do is go here:
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Sweet Sixteen is supposed to be a turning point in your life. The world is before you in all its glory, just waiting for you to reach out and grab it. Right? For Abigail Staton, no. Not so much. Not only does she suddenly lose her best friend due to a fight, but out of the blue her mother expects her to believe that the father she has never met, is actually a werewolf. With that revelation, Abby is thrust into the world of two wolf clans who are not only fighting each other, but also fighting for Abby, one of the few females born to the shape-shifters. Her father is determined to pair Abby up with Derek, a very dominant and overwhelming shifter. Abby vehemently balks at this union to disastrous results. When war is declared between the two clans, Abby has to decide what side she is actually on.