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It's Ketch-up Day

 How was your Easter, Blogger Buds?

The eggs in my basket were hard as rocks. Ha! Yes, they now reside in the garden.

 

Oh my goodness. Lookee. Lookee. Last fall I moved my Christmas amaryllis outside and it's trying to bloom. Who'd a thought?

  More garden pics. Surprise. Surprise. Surprise.

The little lilac bushes are blooming.

How's your garden? And if you aren't gardening, what are you doing for fun?

New Release: Mateo's Blood Brother

 

 

Behind the amicable façade is a man who’s tough and determined. He’s Mateo’s Blood Brother.

 

Blurb:

 

They were friends, close as brothers. Then they weren’t.

Mateo and Jesse are cautiously working their way back to friendship when Jesse discovers the unthinkable. Delilah, the sultry shifter who’d had affairs with both men, is still alive. The tumble she took over a mountain ridge—a fall that nearly killed Mateo—should have finished her.

Now, there’s no choice but for the two men to work together to take down a she-devil straight from hell.  As the stakes escalate and the hunt becomes more intense, another wolf appears on the scene. Always where Jesse’s at. Always when he’s in trouble.  Jesse is divided between ending Delilah, a new love interest, discovering the identity of a certain brown wolf and staying alive.

 Excerpt:

A shadow fell across the desk. Unexpected. Eerie in the predawn gloom.

Nerves thrumming, Sheriff Mateo Grey’s head shot up and he reached for his gun.

A lanky man in jeans and a tan uniform-shirt, with coal-black hair pulled back in a tail, leaned against the doorframe of Mateo’s office. A shield attached to his brown leather belt. The scent of fresh air and earthy musk followed him in. He moseyed over and dropped boneless into the hard, wooden chair, in front of the desk.

“What the hell, Jesse?  You sneak around like a—”

“Indian?” 

“Cat was what I was about to say. Don’t try to snag me with political incorrectness.” Mateo shook himself, leaned back in his worn office chair and drilled the Chief of Police of the Blackfeet Nation with a hard stare. 

Jesse snorted and handed him a paper cup, with Belle’s Beans printed on the side, then took a sip of his own. Not a drop had spilled when he collapsed into the chair, reminding Mateo of the man’s innate feline grace.

“Thanks.” Fragrant steam rose from the opening, the cup warm against Mateo’s hand. His tight jaws relaxed. Belle served the best coffee in the county.

He took a long swallow. The caffeinated liquid rolled down his throat, hit his belly and kick-started him into hyperdrive.

“Okay, Jesse, hit me.”

Tight lips set in a lean face twitched. “I’ve been wanting to for months.”

“Years more like.” Mateo flashed a grin.

Growing up, the men had been close as brothers. Best friends. Blood brothers. Then they weren’t. His fault.

Cautious and slow, they were working their way back to friendship.

Jesse grinned back, nodding in acknowledgement.

“Surprised to see you here. What can I do for you?” He and Jesse had a contentious relationship and even though they were moiling their way toward a more even footing, they weren’t there yet.

“What makes you think I want anything?”

“You know the old saying, beware law enforcement officers bearing gifts.”

“At least I didn’t bring donuts.”

Mateo gave a crack of laughter and, just like that, the lingering tension of a moment before broke.

“Where is everyone?” Jesse peered through the open doorway, a long gash on the worn, stained frame, left by a previous, unhappy visitor.

“It’s not seven yet. Nobody here but me and the dispatcher. But they’ll be streaming in any minute.” He pointed at the large-faced, black-rimmed, round clock that adorned the plain white walls of his office.

“How’s Blair?”

The question sidetracked Mateo as no doubt it was meant to, as a vision of his fiancée with tousled hair and covers pulled up to her nose rose in his mind, along with another body part. Having his fiancée as his chief deputy was both a blessing and a curse.  Stubborn as a mule, she didn’t take kindly to being told what to do. But offsetting that, his chief deputy—his woman—was brave, smart and able to handle herself.  Not to mention sexy as hell.

He squirmed in his chair and got himself back on track.

“She’s fine. Now, what is it you’re not telling me? It’s not like you to beat around the bush.”

Silence built. Tension swelled.

Mateo thrummed his fingers on the desk, waiting. The drumming echoed in the quiet.

Jesse stared over Mateo’s left shoulder as if waiting for divine intervention. None was forthcoming. Finally, he straightened his shoulders and turned his gaze to Mateo. “She’s alive.”

 

Jesse and Blair both like to catch the Full Moon Band, that plays hard rock with a native twist, on Wednesday nights at the Blue Coyote. 

 

Jesse loves Belle’s Beans coffee and bear claws.

 

Popular with the ladies, he managed to avoid any serious entanglements until Layla/Delilah.

 

Available at Amazon 

 

And a funky little giveaway. I'll be drawing the name of a commenter for an I💙Books Bead Bracelet.

 

 And other important birthdays:

AND...

The lovely and talented Jacqui Murray author of Prehistoric Fiction is featuring me today (4/22). Thanks, Jaqui!

AND...The amazing and creative, D.L. Finn who writes suspense, Middle-Grade and poetry, is featuring me Saturday, 4/23. Thanks, Denise! 

AND...The teller and maker of myths, Ronel Janse van Vuuren, is featuring me Sunday 4/24.Thanks, Ronel.

AND...The multi-talented Diane Wolfe is featuring me Monday 4/25. Thanks, Diane.

Did You Know

 

Did you know, a blue moon is a full a moon with a bluish tint? It also refers to two full moons in a month and/or to the third full moon when there're four full moons in a season. And last but not least, to something rare. Whew.

Writerly Wednesday

 What's your word for:

 Mine's: Worn-out. 

Actually, I think someone used knackered for their synonym awhile back.  As you can see, I liked it:)

AND

 

There were some great synonyms from last week and punnies:) If I had to pick a favorite, I think  it would be a tossup between off-kilter and kitty-corner.

 

 

 

 

It's Tuesday Ketch-up Day

 

Did you have a wondrous weekend, Blogger Buds?

Spring has hit and we're in bloom.

Azaleas

Irises

The Dogwood

Mirror, Mirror on the wall. I'm the fairest cat of all.

 

 The Easter Bunny showed up Easter Sunday. Luckily, I saw him before the critters and hustled them back into the house.

MATEO'S BLOOD BROTHER Cover Reveal

 

They thought they’d killed her but she’s back for vengeance.

 

They were friends, close as brothers. Then they weren’t.

Mateo and Jesse are cautiously working their way back to friendship when Jesse discovers the unthinkable. Delilah, the sultry shifter who’d had affairs with both men, is still alive. The tumble she took over a mountain ridge—a fall that nearly killed Mateo—should have finished her.

Now, there’s no choice but for the two men to work together to take down a she-devil straight from hell.  As the stakes escalate and the hunt becomes more intense, another wolf appears on the scene. Always where Jesse’s at. Always when he’s in trouble.  Jesse is divided between ending Delilah, a new love interest, discovering the identity of a certain brown wolf and staying alive.

 

Available for preorder at Amazon.

 

  AND

 

MATEO'S BLOOD Cover Reveal

 

They thought they’d killed her but she’s back for vengeance.

 

They were friends, close as brothers. Then they weren’t.

Mateo and Jesse are cautiously working their way back to friendship when Jesse discovers the unthinkable. Delilah, the sultry shifter who’d had affairs with both men, is still alive. The tumble she took over a mountain ridge—a fall that nearly killed Mateo—should have finished her.

Now, there’s no choice but for the two men to work together to take down a she-devil straight from hell.  As the stakes escalate and the hunt becomes more intense, another wolf appears on the scene. Always where Jesse’s at. Always when he’s in trouble.  Jesse is divided between ending Delilah, a new love interest, discovering the identity of a certain brown wolf and staying alive.

 

Available for preorder at Amazon.

 

  AND

 

Did You Know

 Did you know, in 2016 Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature?

 

Writerly Wednesday

 What's your word for:
Mine: askew
AND

Some synonyms thrown out last week for:

Sloshed

Hammered

Legless

Shickered

It's Ketch-up Tuesday

 

So,

what do you think would happen if I got Penny's freshening spray confused with the catnip spray I use for the scratching post?

AND

I finished the pet memorial garden (again).  No new additions since Faux. Thank goodness.

AND

The eternal garden pics.

AND 

Due to a freeze warning my garden was littered with sheets, shirts and rags.  No more frosts, I say. It's April.

 

What's blooming in your garden, blogger buds? Sheets and T shirts? Heh.