Sadie Jay

It's fair week! As a kid, I was always so excited when the county fair came to town, but it was also bitter sweet because it meant the end of summer was near. As an adult, it means extra work at the store as we do our best to make sure the food stands are well supplied. And there have been years in the past when I worked at different booths, disrupting the rhythm of the entire week. I still get excited by it, though.  So I'm going to go eat a corndog and an elephant's ear, drink a lemon shakeup, and pet a goat. And since I only live six blocks from the grounds, each night I'm going to listen to tractor-pulls, the demo derby, and country singers I'm not familiar with! This week's snippet comes from Fangs for the Memories , my current WIP. I'm going to publish this on Vella and it's written anthology style from the different characters' POVs. This is vampire Alex's POV. Rollie is the first human he's been involved with romantically since his c

It's been a busy week. But then again, when is it not? Between the day job and the cookie business, my writing time has been limited. But I did manage to finish a chapter in Fangs for the Memories that was suggested (strongly) by my beta readers. I hope it fills the hole I'd left in the book.  My walking time has been limited, but I've been able to fit a few in. This little one sat long enough for me to get a few pictures!   In this scene, Alex is letting his attention wander instead of listening to his sire. They've had a stressful week and both are grouchy. To make it worse, Alex has been getting the cold shoulder from his mortal lover: After I snapped once again at Artie over some insignificant detail, he slammed his open hand onto the table and I jumped as the sound ricocheted around the room like a bullet. “Enough!”   I moved my jaw but nothing came out. “Close your mouth, boy. You’re not a fish! I need your attention here, not mooning over some warmblood.” “I’m n

This week was sort of a bust, writing wise. Baking for the Farmers Market is taking much of my time, and I had out-of-State family visiting. Plus, I was waiting for beta reader feedback. That always seems to put me on still-pause. But everyone got back with me very quickly, so no more excuses! Fireworks at Walt Disney World (2018). Best display ever! This weekend's snippet comes from Fangs for the Memories , and is (vampire) Artemis's inner thoughts about Alex, a hippy hitch hiker he's picked up on his travels. This may change before the final edit as I try to express that Artemis is asexual. But it's 1969 and the word hasn't come into use yet, so he really doesn't have a way to explain it–to himself or anyone else: I was drawn to him and had been since the moment I spotted him at the side of the road. Was it simply his appearance? He was striking with his flowing white hair and sharp cheekbones. There was a delicacy to him, as if he was spun glass. I found him

Fangs for the Memories is with the beta readers now, so the waiting begins. I'm doing a little editing as I wait, but I don't want to do much until I have feedback. Which means I need to pull out another project and work while I wait. It always takes me so long to really get into a new project, especially when my mind is still so completely involved with the last one.  I only got to walk once this last week. I need more hours in my day! This week's snippet is from Embers and Flame . I'm going back to it since it's Father's Day weekend in the US and Ben is a single father. This conversation is between him and his teenage son, after Cherry has spent the weekend with them. Told from Ben's POV: “What did you say to him?” “When?”  I truly hoped God loved smart-alecky teens because I wanted to pinch his head off and hand him over. “Yesterday, I’m guessing.” “I didn’t say nothing, I swear.” I gave him that Dad stare, the one where I hoped he believed I’d inflict s

In writing news, I finished the first draft of Fangs for the Memories this week, so now it's time to give it a good edit and get it to beta readers. In non-writing news, the Farmers Market is going well and it's finally going to be warm enough to get in the swimming. It's turning out to be a busy summer.  Wildflowers on a morning walk.  I'm snipping from Cinders and Ash again this week. In this scene, Lindsey and Brian are taking a midnight stroll through the campground and Brian is comparing the Illinois sky to the Wyoming sky, when there is a flash of light. And Lindsey has a thought about her "fake" relationship. Told from Lindsey's POV: We stood silently until there was a flash and I gasped. “Falling star! Quick, make a wish!” Making a wish isn’t as easy as it sounds. Blow out birthday candles, throw a coin in a well, tug on a wishbone, blow a fallen eyelash off the tip of your finger. But what does one wish for? Something frivolous or something se

This week nearly get the better of me, between taking care of some Farmers Market loose ends and attending a Celebration of Life for a friend who died a couple of weeks ago. But I made it through, and I'm ready to hit this next week with gusto! My book, Smoke and Sparks , is available for free this month in the Romance to Read give-away. Find it, along with many other books,  by clicking here .      [As we kissed], I pictured the starlets of the old black and white films, a dainty foot encased in a pointed stiletto rising as her lover kissed her. It made sense to me as the itch reached my toes and they curled in my Nikes. I fought the mad need to shuffle my feet, to drag them across the ground, seeking relief, and I broke away, drawing in air even as a chuckle escaped, my inner fancies impossible to explain but so amusing to me that I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.     Daryl looked up at me, his eyes glassy and dazed until he gave a small shake of his head,