Sadie Jay

Too much to do, too little time! It takes the joy out of the season. The only day I'll have off is tomorrow, and I'm going to spend it driving to get my daughter. Don't get me wrong--I'll be glad to see her! I just wish I had one more day to finish things up. I miss enjoying Christmas.  This week's snippet comes from Fall Out , the third of the Headphones series. Because a snowstorm has closed airports and made driving dangerous, none of The House members were able to travel home:                          Christmas morning started out with people popping in and out of the kitchen, drinking pot after pot of coffee before the wine made an appearance--for “cooking purposes”, of course. It surprised no one when more of it ended up in glasses than in pans. Calls were made home to wish missed families a Merry Christmas and presents were exchanged, some by the tree in the living room, some privately behind closed doors. The mistletoe hanging in the doorway

I used to love Christmas--the lights and music and the happy feelings that went with them. And I'm not saying I don't like them now, but life is so busy I find it hard to enjoy any of it. But I also realize I've written Christmas into quite a few of my books, so I guess it means I'm doing my best to hold onto those good feelings. This week's snippet comes from Smoke and Sparks, the second book in my Campfire series. Vaughn and Daryl's relationship is still new and this is their first Christmas together. Told from Vaughn's pov:             I wrapped Daryl’s present and put it under the Christmas tree. It was silly, something I’d found purely by accident while killing time at a shop next to campus, and I glared at it, considering whether or not I should hide it in my room and buy him something else. The stuffed pink gorilla was completely ridiculous but Daryl had been fascinated by the silver-back the day we’d gone to the zoo. It'd been such a nic

'Tis the season-- to be busy! Busy at work, busy at home. It won't get any better for a few weeks, but I'm editing every minute I can. And stressing that my vampire short-story won't stack up against the other writers' contributions. Ah, the old impostor syndrome strikes again! Continuing from Fangs for the Memories , Rollie is in shock when he recognizes the man from his past. To catch up, part one and part two . Oakley pulled the menu out of my hand and chatted about mozzarella sticks and marinara, but it was background noise that couldn’t break through the ringing in my ears. Aja--or was it Alex?--squinted his eyes and tilted his head as he studied me. I held my breath as if that would make me invisible. I relaxed when he nodded and turned away, but then he spun around and pointed his finger. “Rollie Brown. It is you!” If I’d had any doubts, they dried up when he said my name in his soft Georgia drawl.  Oakley finally shut up as he looked betwee