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Sunday Snippets from Lost in His Eyes by Ginger Simpson #sundaysnips

Hi, I’m Harlee Williams, the heroine in Ginger Simpson’s, Lost in His Eyes, just released by Books We Love.  I’m about to marry Logan Carruthers, the man who rescued me from the darned ol’ well I fell into at the beginning of the story.

I’d like to invite you to share a tidbit to see if this story is something that tickles your fancy:
  She positioned herself firmly against the wall, bending her knees and planting her feet against the opposite wall. Drowning wasn’t a preference and there was enough water if she passed out or fell over while sleeping. With any luck, she’d just nod off and wake up in the beautiful garden Ma read about in the Bible one Sunday.  The pictures the hallowed words painted colored Harlee’s mind, and her muscles relaxed. Her head lulled to her shoulder. If her time had come, she was ready. Anything had to be better than the wet, damp hell that claimed her. Her eyes closed, then squinted tighter against a light much brighter than she’d ever seen. Was it the door to heaven? The bucket banged her atop her head. “Ouch!” The pain brought back her voice.“Holy Shit ” A deep voice sounded above. Surely, God didn’t curse. Then who?Harlee tried to adjust to the daylight filtering down the well by holding a shielding hand to her forehead. She looked up, but the dank and dark prison had stolen her vision as well as her voice. Weakness robbed her of the ability to stand. Despite being able to focus on the owner of the voice, she continued to peer up and pray. Finally, she managed to see her rescuer’s outline.He learned farther over the opening. “Are you alive?”  Seemed like a silly question since dead people didn’t speak, but she stifled her sarcasm, not wishing to risk her rescue. “I-I think so.” Harlee barely had the strength to respond, but at the idea of being set free, she found the ability to speak…or croak.“Hold on, Let me see if I can find something to help get you out.”Out? The word sounded more beautiful than any other she’d ever heard, but when he disappeared from her site, panic seized her heart. Was she hallucinating? The blue sky loomed overhead and the smell of freshness drifted down to replace the wet, musty smell she’d endured for so long. She released a pent-up breath when a fuzzy silhouette reappeared.“This place is deserted, but I did manage to find a good, hearty rope. The one attached to this old bucket is so rotten, it wouldn’t hold up a feather. Do you think you could manage to tie this one around your waist and climb out while I pull?”Tying something around her waist wasn’t the problem. Her legs had grown weak and she doubted she could stand. Still, the idea of living appealed more than dying. “I-I can try.” She braced herself with the sides of the well and forced herself to her feet. Her head spun and she feared she might faint. The rope unfurled as he released it. His comment about the place being deserted didn’t make sense, but then nothing did at the moment.With shriveled and weak hands, Harlee secured the braided horsehair around her waist, and gripped the lifeline with all the strength she mustered. “Okay, I’m ready, I think,” she called up to her rescuer.“I’ll pull and you use your feet to walk up the wall.”“I’m not sure I can. I have no feeling in my feet.“Well, if I have to come down there and get you, there’ll be no one here to pull us both out. You’ve got to try.”“I’ll try my hardest.”She made a first step and a second. Water dripped from her body and splattered into what remained in the well. Her limbs trembled and the coarseness of the rope nipped through the thin material of her dress and chafed her skin. On her third step, her left leg gave out and she slammed against the wall, knocking the air from her lungs and scraping her cheek against the rough stones. The stranger slackened the rope, allowing her to collapse back into the water. Harlee massaged her burning face and even in the dim light saw blood on her fingers. She used the wet hem of her dress to soothe the burning and dab the wound.“Are you all right?” His deep voice resonated and brought her to her senses.Wouldn’t anyone who’d been trapped in a well for days be just fine? She took a deep breath and resisted asking him if he was serious.“Did you hurt yourself?” He yelled louder.“Yes. My cheek is bleeding and my hands are raw, but I’m ready to try again.” Determination drove her.“Okay, I’m going to start pulling again, so stand up and hold on tight.”Her mind whirred with questions she hoped to ask. Harlee struggled to her feet and took a firm grip on her lifeline. “I’m ready; pull. ”Despite the pain, she concentrated on each step, unwilling to waiver until she reached freedom. Her palms burned and the top of the well appeared miles away. Still, she made sure she kept one foot anchoring her in place before she moved the other. Many times she wanted to surrender, but looking up into the blurred face of her hero gave her the strength she needed to continue.After what seemed forever, sunlight warmed Harlee’s face and a breeze caressed her soggy skin. The stranger grasped her beneath her arms and hauled her over the well’s edge. Her feet touched the ground, but overcome by weakness, she sagged against her hero. He swept her into his arms as if she was nothing more than a feather and cradled her like a mother would her babe. “There, there, you’re going to be fine now.” Somehow, she believed his soothing words...especially because of the sincerity shining in his sky blue eyes.

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Now....please hop on over to the other gals who post on Sundays, and check out their offerings:
http://authorjamiehill.blogspot.com/  (Jamie Hill)
http://triciamg.blogspot.com (Tricia McGill)
http://romancingscifi.blogspot.com (Vijaya Schartz)
http://connievines.blogspot.com (Connie Vines)
http://yesterrdayrevisitedhere.blogspot.com/ (Juliet Waldron)

If you get a page that has an old post...just realize that life sometimes happens, and then check back next week.  I've missed a few myself...summer time is camping time and we don't always have Internet access.  Thanks for checking in and we hope you keep coming back.

It's a Shame When You Can't Identify the Players in a Game. #termlimits

I absolutely love this meme I discovered posted in the comment section of my son's blog. The words ring so true that I'm daring to put a political post here. This ad represents both sides.

We will soon have an opportunity for true change, and it's time to take down the "bird" and replace those wings with politicians who truly want to work for the good of the people who elect them...not the lobbyists who pay them to add pork barrel spending to our bills or simply to pad their own pockets.

Listen closely to those who run and maybe something will sway you to think beyond the scope of your party legacy. I was a registered democrat for years just because it was a family tradition, but then I got older, smarter, and decided to think for myself. There is no reason to vote out of loyalty to a party...ever!

Doesn't it make sense to vote the most qualified person? Let's rid our government of career politicians while we're at it. Time to say goodbye to those who have made a well-paying job out of what should have been a short stay in power that has gone to their heads and secured their retirements.

It's admirable to not see the color of a person's skin, or even realize gender when voting, but that should never be the reason we elect someone to lead this nation. I'm listening carefully to those tossing their hat into the ring, and I hope you are too.

We are a world of personalities and differing opinions. We need someone who really knows what "transparency" is...that it isn't just a word you can say over and over again to impress and entice voters to the polls. We need a leader who commands respect yet earns it with actions and one who doesn't sacrifice the safety of our nation to meet his own needs. Someone who tells us what is happening in the world and tells us the truth.

Yesterday's shooting in Oregon was a tragedy. The assassin was hell-bent on killing, and even in a gun-free zone, where the security guard was not allowed to carry a weapon, a bomb would have been just as effective. As a matter of fact...gun-free zones have become a popular target for loonies with a gun. Why not venture into a place where there is no chance to meet someone carrying? Stop blaming deaths on guns and put it on the person who pulls the trigger. Stop trying to take away the rights of those who have followed the law to obtain a gun and work on how to stop illegal trafficking. Look how well we've done with the war on drugs. And gee....how did Syria get all those guns?

Obama said that violence has dropped as a result of gun control. Really...statistics I've looked at do not support that claim in any way. In fact...below is a list from the FBI...and note that at least three of places here are listed among the top ten states with the toughest gun control laws: http://www.deseretnews.com/top/1428/0/10-states-with-the-strictest-gun-laws.html




20142015PERCENT CHANGEMilwaukeeSt. LouisBaltimoreWashingtonNew OrleansChicagoKansas City, Mo.DallasNew YorkPhiladelphia5985138739824445711901651041362151051202945483208171766056442220201794%
Year-to-date time periods range from Aug. 11 to Aug. 31.Source: City police departmentsBy The New York Times
One fact is greatly overlooked. I copied http://www.hsph.harvard.edu/magazine-features/guns-and-suicide-the-hidden-toll/ to provide you with this information: 

In the national debate over gun violence—a debate stoked by mass murders such as last December’s tragedy in a Newtown, Connecticut, elementary school—a glaring fact gets obscured: Far more people kill themselves with a firearm each year than are murdered with one. In 2010 in the U.S., 19,392 people committed suicide with guns, compared with 11,078 who were killed by others. According to Matthew Miller, associate director of the Harvard Injury Control Research Center (HICRC) at Harvard School of Public Health, “If every life is important, and if you’re trying to save people from dying by gunfire, then you can’t ignore nearly two-thirds of the people who are dying.” Suicide is the 10th-leading cause of death in the U.S.; in 2010, 38,364 people killed themselves. In more than half of these cases, they used firearms.

The article goes on to state the reason  guns are the most popular method...others give a person time to change their minds while pulling the trigger makes a decision irreversible.  

I think we can all agree, if a person is intent on taking their lives, the availability of a gun will not change their minds, just the method.  In case you can't tell, I'm anti-gun control and pro truth.

Oh...and as an afterthought....I googled the amount of Vets who commit suide daily:
With a veteran suicide rate averaging 22 every day, the work to support our nation’s veterans has just begun once they return home. With over 10 times the amount of veterans lost to suicide than to combat operations in the same time period, there has never been a more important time to TAKE A STAND and DO something to support our veterans!! Just because they come home, doesn’t mean we stop supporting them!

Do you suppose these vets are taking their own lives because of the failing economy, the inability to find a job, or the lack of medical care they can receive within a timely manner?  I'm pretty sure, that factors into their grim decisions.

No Truer Words

This is where I'm at right now. I was doing pretty good, but these last couple of weeks, I take two steps forward and one step back on the weekend.
But, I have my goals and I will succeed, eventually. As long as I can put out the fire on the ground!
 
More on this subject later...

Smell Your Shoe...Have You Stepped in Something?

Isn't it amazing how we ofen pick the wrong time to jump into an ongoing conversation? Recently, I wrote an email  I thought was a polite and inquiring post to my author's loop, and when I read it aloud to my sister after I  got the scolding of my life, sis informed me my post sounded like my intent was to bait someone into an argument, and that if I intended to call someone out for what I considered bad behavior, I needed to grow a pair and be literal rather than dancing around the subject. Imagine my surprise since causing a problem was never my intent.  True, I did hope I was showing support for a peer by defending her actions, but I was simply clarifying why what she posted was so bad. Color me dense.
I seem to have a knack for causing confrontations that I despise, because I've never liked making anyone upset or being upset myself.  Honestly, to me this shows how someone can interpret something so differently than how we mean it.  I simply wanted clarification about what someone considered okay to post on loop so I didn't get myself into trouble, but I landed smackdab in mess of it.
As a result, I got publicly spanked, and then received a couple of chastizing emails from my publisher for daring to continue a threat she found contentious.  She told me I had no idea what had gone on previously, and she was right...so how would I know anything about how she felt?  
At this point, because she asked me not to contact her further, I'm unsure of my future there, and feeling like crap.  I just had three new books released there, and she also informed me she regrets helping me by placing an ad for one...something she does for all her authors.  I'm working on a story now...do I finish it or not?
There's nothing I can say at this point, and the real reason for posting this today is to warn you to "watch where you step."  What you think you doing and what you actually do might really shock you.

Sometimes We All Need a Reminder

By Jamie Hill



I shared this on Facebook but it's important enough to share again here. It's very easy to get irritated in life. I must of done it ten times today alone, and today was a pretty good day! LOL Two items I purchased at two different stores didn't ring up as they should. One, I stayed and argued and finally got the sale price. The other I let it go (and my husband said I should have stayed and argued because a sign was posted advertising the sale...)
Anyway, I suspect I'm heading into menopause because one day I'm on top of the world and the next I could bite somebody's head off with very little chewing. My moods go from totally upbeat to majorly depressed at the drop of a hat. 
I know I'm lucky, and that I have a lot going for me. I'm posting this to remind myself that sometimes, being happy is a choice. Happy is also an upbeat song by Pharrell Williams. And sometimes, when that stupid song comes up on my playlist, I fast forward because I'm not in the mood. <grin>
Don't worry, be happy. Easier said than done. But we have to keep trying.
Have a great week!

Sunday Snippets with Ginger Simpson

Because my life is a mess at the moment, I'm veering from sharing tidbits from a work I've done, and instead sharing an interesting post with you I did on my other blog, Cowboy Kisses.  Hope you enjoy:

Hoopla about Immigrants by Ginger Simpson #immigrantsThe New World existed with a total 'native' population.  Other than the Indians, the rest of us are either immigrants or the descendants of the Europeans, Africans, Asians, and others who came to the Americas after Columbus landed at San Salvador in 1492.  Even those waiting on shore to greet the crew were of foreign lineage.  Ever wonder where those red skinned folks we use in our books came from?

www.lib.utexas.comThe First Immigrants:

A land bridge between Siberia and what is now Alaska provided passage during the last Ice Age (about 12,000 years ago) for the first immigrants into the New World.  They consisted of hungry men and women, bringing their families on a hunt for game they needed to survive.

As families multiplied, or as the Bible states, "one begat another", the descendants spread out over the two continents...from Alaska to the tip of South America.  They encountered many animals and sites they'd never seen before, but not once did they run across another human being who preceded them.

Imagine surviving in sub-zero temperatures on the frozen tundra but then ending up along rugged coastlines, fertile river valleys, grassy plains or arid deserts.  The Indians and Eskimos were thought to be the last group to cross the land bridge and had to invent new weapons for survival, and develop new techniques for hunting, farming, and gathering natural medicines provided by the earth.  Just stop a minute and think of all the things you'd need to survive in a place unfamiliar to you and yours.  Could you tote water from a distance....in what?  Could you make clothes and tools...from?

We tend to think of the tribes as one people, but for example the Tlingits are as different from the Sioux as Greeks are from the Danes (provided from research book to be named).  As the immigrants spread over the North American continent, more than 200 languages and dialects developed.  Imagine a Spaniard trying to converse with someone from Russia.

Different cultures, social and political structures...equally diverse.  Sound familiar?????  We all come from descendants of other races and cultures.  Be kind to the person standing next to you...they could be a distant relative.

Note from Ginger:  This too, was researched and paraphrased from America's Fascinating Indian Heritage by Readers Digest.
Now....please hop on over to the other gals who post on Sundays, and check out their offerings:
http://authorjamiehill.blogspot.com/  (Jamie Hill)
http://triciamg.blogspot.com (Tricia McGill)
http://romancingscifi.blogspot.com (Vijaya Schartz)
http://connievines.blogspot.com (Connie Vines)
http://yesterrdayrevisitedhere.blogspot.com/ (Juliet Waldron)

If you get a page that has an old post...just realize that life sometimes happens, and then check back next week.  I've missed a few myself...summer time is camping time and we don't always have Internet access.  Like today, I didn't get anything scheduled nd know that Sunday, I'll be away from home.  Thanks for checking in and we hope you keep coming back.

It's Here...It's Here...my New Release, Lost in His Eyes by Ginger Simpson

Harlee Wagner didn’t expect to fall in the well when drawing water, and she certainly never expected to be rescued only to find her entire family gone. Logan Carruthers, her handsome hero insist she rest up before she starts searching and then leads he on a trail consisting of hints and guesses. Will she find her family, or will she discover love? There’s something about his gorgeous blue eyes and broad shoulders that makes her heart flutter.
Yep...my newest release from Books We Love is live, and you can find it in a variety of locations.  I would suggest going to my BWL page and selecting the cover to get to a Payloadz page where you can get you desired format and pay with Paypal or a credit card.  I've taken the liberty of clicking that beautiful cover by Michelle Lee for you.  Like I said...I can't believe how great Jimmy Thomas looks as Logan Carruthers while holding my "Harlee Wagner" in his arms.  Link  Just click it!
Here's a little snippet to tease you:
She made a first step and a second. Water dripped from her body and splatted into what remained in the well. Her limbs trembled. The coarseness of the rope nipped through the thin material of her dress and chafed her skin. On her third step, her left leg gave out and she slammed against the wall, knocking the air from her lungs and scraping her cheek against the rough stones. The stranger slackened the rope, allowing her to collapse back into the water. Harlee massaged her burning face, and even in the dim light saw blood on her fingers. She used the wet hem of her dress to soothe the burning and dab the wound.
“Are you okay?” His deep voice resonated and brought her to her senses.
Wouldn’t anyone who’d been trapped in a well for days be just fine? She took a deep breath and resisted asking him if he was serious.
“Did you hurt yourself?” He yelled louder.
“Yes. My cheek is bleeding and my hands are raw, but I’m ready to make another try.” Determination drove her.
“Okay, I’m going to start pulling again, so stand up and hold on tight.”
Her mind whirred with questions she hoped to ask. Harlee struggled to her feet and took a firm grip on her lifeline. “Pull.”
Despite the pain, she concentrated on each step, unwilling to waiver until she reached freedom. Her palms burned and the top of the well appeared miles away. Still, she made sure she kept one foot anchoring her in place before she moved the other. Many times she wanted to surrender, but looking up into the blurred face of her hero gave her the strength she needed to continue.
After what seemed forever, sunlight warmed Harlee’s face and a breeze caressed her soggy skin. The stranger grasped her beneath her arms and hauled her over the well’s edge. Her feet touched the ground, but overcome by weakness, she sagged against her hero. He swept her into his arms as if she was nothing more than a feather and cradled her like a mother would her babe. “There, there, you’re going to be fine now.”
Somehow, she believed his soothing words…especially because of the sincerity shining in his sky blue eyes—eyes you could get lost in.

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BTW...this was a book that I self published that just sat there and did nothing despite my promoting it.  I'm so thankful that Jude and Books We Love gave me a chance to bring it to a new life with a much mor exciting cover.

Balancing Time and Blood Pressure by Ginger Simpson

One of the hardest things to do as an author is to balance your time in order to spend enough of your day at the computer to fulfill all the tasks that come with being an author...and it's not just writing.

Facebook, Twitter trends, games, cell phones and TV are all things that take precious moments away from being productive.  I'm as guilty as most for engaging in anyone of these 'time sucks', BUT, I do make part of daily regime sharing the posts of my blog partners and trying to find avenues that will allow me to promote myself.  For instance, I spent the better part of yesterday, updating ManicReaders, Library Thing, my website, and my blog.  I took a nap in the afternoon because my character, Sarah, woke me up at 1:30 a.m. and I needed to write down the info she provided to move my current WIP along,  but I still shared posts (Thanks Jamie Hill for always being dependable) from Dishin' It Out, Cowboy Kisses, Inside Books We Love, and approved over 75 tweets from people on Twitter.  In addition, I probably bored as many people with FB posts about my new releases, memes I shared, and silly comments I made.

My biggest bug a boo is those who claim tthey're so busy they can't subscript to sites and return the sharing favor I manage to do every day.  Between FB, Google, Pinterest, and Triberr, I spend a lot of time promoting the work and postings of other authors, and I'm very discouraged when I don't see my efforts reciprocated.  I keep asking myself....why do I continue to be the nice guy.  I do because people can't read blogs they don't know exist, just like they can't read books that aren't promoted.  If we all don't do our part, what's the point?
 
Today, after speaking with a manaagement person at Southwest who insists I made two reservations for the same day for the same person and wasted $635 dollars plus the $60 to change the original ticket, and working with ARe to try to get books taken down that are there through a publisher that no longer has the rights to sell them, I've decided, people will never change Right now I could breath on a match and light it, but I'm just going to inhale and exhale until my blood pressure isn't 200 over 160 anymore. (that's what it feels like.)

 I guess I'd forgotten the old saying I always stood by when married to my alcholoic husband.  "You can't change anyone but yourself."  So...I'm gonna go take a nap, and to heck with anything else at this point.  I just spent money I can't afford, my books are going to remain on ARe forever, people are always going to be lazy about promoting, and there really isn't anything I'm willing to change about me.  So...night-night.  I guess living in a basement with no windows really does have its advantages.  *smile*

And now that I'm ready to schedule this puppy, I just got an error message from Spell-check that tells me to try again later.  Not a chance.  I you find a mistake, don't blame me...it's Blogger's fault.  *lol*

The New Phone Books Are Here! The New Phone Books Are Here!

By Jamie Hill
I was watching my Friday night Blue Bloods rerun and discovered the new season of fall TV starts this week for many shows. I got so excited, I felt like Steve Martin in The Jerk when he saw his name in the phone book for the first time. Yeah, I realize that doesn't make much sense, but just imagine me shouting "The new fall season is here!" and hopefully you'll make the connection. My husband didn't even bat an eyelash. Football season has started and he has all the new TV he cares to watch already scheduled into the DVR.
I've always been a TV fan but in recent years have had to limit my viewing due to lack of time. The nice thing now is, if I miss a series and discover later that I should have been watching it, I can catch up On Demand or on Netflix, which requires a bit of patience but it's super fun binge watching a whole season in one weekend, LOL. I know, I read the study that says how unhealthy that is, but I'd be sitting in front of my computer anyway, you know? And I get up every hour at least to throw another load of laundry in. That's my weekend routine.
On to the new season. I'm excited for Downton Abbey. So excited I always watch online rather than wait for January in the states. Of course I'm excited for the new Blue Bloods, and I'm also a fan of Law and Order SVU. I love the bromance on Hawaii 5-0 and try to watch that regularly. I'm also looking forward to the Oct. 11 premiere of The Walking Dead and Talking Dead after it.
Hubby and I both like Shark Tank, Behind the Tank, The Amazing Race and Bar Rescue which all start this week. Graceland just ended (I'm sad--another year to see how that turns out) and Cedar Cove ends next weekend. (Ready for a break on that one. This week's episode was an hour-long commercial for Ford's Warriors in Pink charity. I know it's a great cause, but everyone in Cedar Cove was wearing their T-shirts, mentioning their website, etc. Come on, Ford. Sheesh.) I never got in to the Walking Dead spin-off, Fear The Walking Dead. I figure if it catches on I can always catch up later.
The only new show I have DVR'd (a new verb in my lexicon) is Limitless, featuring Jennifer Carpenter of Dexter fame. Of course a special appearance by Bradley Cooper can't hurt. :D
As if my spare time wasn't pulled in enough directions, the new fall TV season is here. The weather is cooling down, I've been able to get out and walk some and my diet is back on track. All in all, I couldn't be happier.
Which shows are you looking forward to?

Sunday Snippets from Ginger Simpson #sundaysnips

This week, I'd like to share a little bit from my soon-to-be released western historical novel, Lost in His Eyes .  The cover is in and Jimmy Thomas looks spectacular as Logan with Harlee in his arms.  Yep...you guessed it, it's a romance.  Don't forget...this and all my other books are available via my Books We Love page.  Just click the cover you like and you'll be taken to a page where you can select your format and payment method.  Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy!

Here's a sneak-peek of the unedited version:

The flames danced higher when Logan added more dried sage. The fiery fingers reached for the sky while puffs of dark smoke almost made him invisible. He coughed and backed away, fanning the air with his hat.

Harlee sat with her back against a rock. The sun’s heat still radiated from the stone and eased her sore muscles. She covered her mouth to smother her laughter; her gaze followed Logan as he spread sleeping rolls on both sides of the fire.
“It’s a good idea to sleep far apart, Logan. Your mother would be proud of you.” A sassy tone edged Harlee’s voice.
“I figured you’d be safer on your side.”
“From the animals?”
“From me.” Turning toward her, he grinned. “Are you ready to bed down? We’ll be leaving early.”
Harlee went to her bedroll and slipped between the uncomfortable wool blankets. She reached behind her head and loosened her hair from its ribbon. The canvas on the ground beneath her bedroll crinkled, making her long for the comfort of the guest room. Sounds from the other side of the fire indicated Logan had also settled in, and when the crinkling stopped, the only noise was the crackling and spitting of the flames.
The day’s unrelenting heat turned cold as a million stars twinkled overhead. In the distant night, a coyote howled. The lonely call raised goose bumps on Harlee’s arms, and she snuggled deeper in her scratchy bedding. Although the animal received no response, it sounded far too close.
“I’m cold, Logan.” Harlee sought the comfort of knowing her companion was awake.
“The fire is still going.” He pointed out the obvious.
“I don’t care. It’s cold and these blankets are making me itch…and I’m not so sure about nearby animals.”
He propped himself on an elbow. The fire’s reflection showed his furrowed forehead. “What, exactly, would you like me to do? I put your bed over there so I wouldn’t be tempted by having you near, and…I can toss another log on the fire if you want but that’s the bed you’re stuck with.”
“Didn’t you hear the coyote?”
“Yes, but like I said, the fire will keep them away. Sound can’t hurt you, so let ‘em yowl all they want.”
She sat up, pulling her blanket to beneath her chin. “But what if the fire dies and you’re asleep?”
“I swear, Harlee. I’m bone tired and we have to get up early. Would you like me to track the animal down and shoot it?”
“No…don’t do that.” She shook her head, swaying her locks from side-to-side.
“Then what?”
“I want to sleep closer to you.”

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http://connievines.blogspot.com (Connie Vines)
http://yesterrdayrevisitedhere.blogspot.com/ (Juliet Waldron)

If you get a page that has an old post...just realize the life sometimes happens, and then check back next week.  I've missed a few myself...summer time is camping time and we don't always have Internet access.  Hope you keep coming back.