Sadie Jay

Halfway through August? How did that happen? I don't have kids at home anymore, so it caught me by surprise when the first day of school rolled around. To be fair, they start earlier than they used to. Of course, the school year ends earlier than it used to. I'm not sure I understand why that all shifted, but everything changes. It's life! It also means I'm halfway through our Farmers Market season, and things have slowed down. I'll have to look for a new job soon, but it's been nice, having the summer off. And by off, I mean not having to dress and fix my hair, leave the house, come home, and spend the afternoon baking. Now, it's ratty shorts and barefoot while I bake. (I hate shoes.) Soft iced sugar cookies–my number one seller at the Farmers Market. From Embers and Flame ; Cherry (Charles) and Ben meet at a campground and spend the week together. But all vacations end, and it's time to head home–one going west and the other heading south. Cherry has g...

It's 4th of July weekend here in the US. I used to really like it, back when I was younger. We'd have a cook-out with friends, or go camping, then in the evening go watch fireworks. But also, back then, fireworks without a license were illegal in my state, and in my town. It's not now. And , it's not just one night of my neighbors setting off bang after bang late into the night. No, it's a week of it. It's a week of little sleep, since my jobs usually require being up by 5 am. I'm too old for this! I need my sleep.     The sun breaking through the trees during a recent walk at the local Nature Center.  This week's Snippet comes from my current WIP, Delicious . I'm slowly making headway on this novella, having gone past the halfway mark. Hanson is the contractor Grady hired to refurbish the old house he'd bought, sight unseen. They spoke on the phone, but didn't meet until the work was almost done. This snippet is from Hanson's POV: The gu...

My Rainbow Snippets have become a monthly thing instead of a weekly! Hopefully, I can find a rhythm and get more consistent. After the store I was employed at sold a year and a half ago, things have been tense. And that all got amped up a couple of months ago. It all came to a head the week before last, and I now find myself unemployed. The future is a bit uncertain, and I'll need to find a new job eventually, but I'm feeling much more at peace. The Farmers Market has started, and I'll be baking and selling cookies for the next four months, so I'm not in a hurry. After all, everyone deserves a little break now and then. Plus, I'm actually (finally) making headway on my current WIP, Delicious .  The inspiration for Hanson's fireplace. Story premise: Grady bought a house sight-unseen after deciding to move from the city to a small town, and hired a contractor to remodel it. It's a couple of months later, and Hanson, the contractor, is showing him the work he...

I've starting to feel like Blind Ante and Cut Shot are never getting published. Always, there is something else that has a higher priority. I'm working on a novella at the moment for a project at the end of the year. Since it's a group project, it's front and center. And since I'm a slow writer, it'll probably take me all summer to finish the first draft. I need life to slow down! In this snippet from Blind Ante , Jordan has come into the bar where Reese works. He's not usually much of a drinker, but on this one night, there is something obviously bothering him. After a couple of shots and a beer, he starts singing. The little ditty has significance later in the story. Do you recognize it? Reese went back to work, tossing bottles and flirting, but he kept an eye on Jordan as he sat with his jaw resting on his palm. He was staring off into space, his mind floating somewhere far away.  Jordan began to sing, so low Reese could barely hear. “Pete and Repeat, si...

  No matter what genre you love, this one has it all—and they are all free! Normally I join promos that are all M/M authors, but this one has a little of everything. My submission is the short, (and sweet) story, Cocky Lady. It was a story I wrote for an anthology during Cocky gate. Find it here.  Click here if you would like to join my newsletter (it goes out approx. once a month), or to find my books or socials.  

After two years of low precipitation in my corner of the world, we seem to be making up for it. Or at least, we've got a good start. I always heard "rain on Easter means rain for the next 7 Sundays." I guess I should keep track and see if it happens this year! This week's snippet is the opening paragraph from a current WIP, Cut Sho t . I migh t have used a local bar as inspiration for the Short Stop, which is a recurring setting in the book. Jedidiah could feel the man’s gaze as if it was a physical thing. There was weight to it, a lowering of air pressure, a buzz behind his ears. He bent over the pool table and studied the balls, doing his best to not turn and stare back. If he bent over more than he normally would when lining up a shot, curious if he would get a reaction, there was no one else to notice. Old Frank and Jim Tag were sitting at the other end of the bar, flirting with Margo. The bartender may have been thirty years younger than the two, but she laug...