Something fabulous has happened since we’ve talked last.
I’m down to six hot-flashes a day.
Well, not really but I’m almost sure they’ve decreased. Maybe.
OF course that’s not the BIG news.
I know, right?
And because I’m learning how to make those cool little box ads, here is my freshman attempt.
Seriously, I don’t know why I always like to tilt things, it’s what appeals to me. To be fair, my furniture is catty-corner too.
To celebrate, I’m giving away an autographed paperback copy of the book.
pimping promoting is part of my job, I’m just going to leave this latest review of Meet Me in the Middle here…
“An absolute joy to read… A fabulous romance with a heavenly twist, a lot of laughter, endearing pets and very entertaining characters. I highly recommend this gorgeously romantic book…”
Wait -can I DO that? Well, until I hear otherwise, and they make me take it down… screenshot it. LOL.
And for a little bonus for reading my blog today – here’s a snippet for you 🙂
“O’Shea’s Small Animal Veterinary Clinic.
Zane read the sign, paused, then read it again. Anger started bubbling somewhere in the vicinity of her lower stomach, and moved up to the top of her head.
Small animal vet?
As in, Not Equine.
This imposter had been at Zane’s house, taking care of her coveted champion purebred Arabian, and she was a small animal vet? Well, she’d just see about that. She slammed the driver’s door of her Mercedes shut, then stormed up to the entrance.
She stepped into a small waiting room and into complete pandemonium.
A young boy held a leash connected to the collar of a very rambunctious black Lab who was currently running circles around him, causing another dog resembling a huge rat in an elderly woman’s lap to bark hysterically in a nerve-pinching tone.
Another woman shakily held onto a cage that held some sort of colorful, screeching colossal bird that flapped its wings and ordered every living thing in the room to “Shut up, Ath- hole!”
The boy’s face turned red before he began to laugh hysterically. He also repeated the phrase in an altered high-pitched, ear-shattering voice. “Shut up!”
Zane noticed a man snoring in the corner who must be the boy’s father, because no one here else reprimanded him.
Dear, God. This is insane.
“Can I help you?” asked the receptionist. The plaque on the desk read “Sabrina” in pretty cursive letters. She resembled a younger version of Aislin, but appeared much more polished.
How can she stand it? Zane pulled herself out of her nervy shock and squared her shoulders. “You can. I need to speak with Doctor O’Shea. Immediately.”
“Which one, and do you have an appointment?” she asked.
Zane detected the sweet, sugary tone as sarcastic. “Aislin. And no, not on purpose,” she snapped back at her before she dared a quick glance to the bedlam still in progress.
“Then it’s going to be a long wait. As you can see…” Sabrina swept a hand toward the crowd. “There are a few people ahead of you.”
Zane’s eyes narrowed. She had excellent observation skills and the girl was patronizing her, she was sure of it. Sabrina appeared the type to consider herself guardian to dragon’s gate. She pushed her annoyance down along with her still simmering anger, and instead turned on her charm, the jury’s million-dollar-killer-smile, to try another tactic. “I just need one moment of her time.” She paused for effect. “Sabrina. Please.”
“Shut up Ath hole!”
“Stop it, Billy,” Sabrina said, then giggled when Zane’s expression faltered. “Sugar won’t help you either. Still not happening.”
“Ath hole, ath hole!”
From behind the reception desk, the swinging door opened and Zane saw Aislin appear with a gargantuan orange tabby in her arms. The second she noticed Zane, her face flushed and before she could say a word, the cat leapt from her arms in a blur, which brought the black Lab puppy exuberantly running over to investigate while dragging the boy on his leash.
It happened in slow motion. The leash wrapped around Zane’s ankles and swept her clean off her feet to crash to the floor. Zane started to scream, but it was cut off by the puppy’s tongue when he smothered her face with kisses.
She tried to fend off the dog and bury her mortification at the same time, but she was still easily capable of seeing that when Aislin and Sabrina leapt to help her, each were obviously holding back their laughter at her predicament.
Billy Boy had no such tact. Great big belly laughs filled the waiting room to join in with the enraged yowls from the cat, the explicit profanity pealing from the bird, and maniacal barks from the other dogs. Even the little old lady hid her smile behind her hand.
From the position on her back, she watched Sabrina quickly and efficiently quiet the animals, then grab a piece of candy off her desk to shove in little Billy’s face.
Aislin helped Zane off of the floor and directed her down the hall to her office. She coughed several times but it wasn’t effective enough to cover her amusement. Zane was embarrassed beyond belief, but chose to hold on to her original icy wrath.”
If you want to read the story behind the argument and the rest of it, you’ll have to buy the book!
And because I’m me – of course there are ghosts and fun characters in it.
OR you can leave a comment below for a chance to win an autographed copy.
And because I can’t really decide which ad I like best, I’m going to post my second attempt.
Have an awesome day and don’t forget to leave a comment for a chance to win that autographed copy.
And/or tell me what you think about the ads or snippet 🙂
I will post the winner on my next regular blog.