Sadie Jay

I've spent the week formatting the three Campfire Stories and experimenting with graphics. It's a whole new set of skills to learn, as anyone who self-publishes knows. I guess old dogs can learn new tricks! If everything goes as planned, the first book in the series, Embers and Flame , will be up for pre-order within the next few days. To celebrate the beginning of the end of this project, this week's snippet is the opening paragraph. Told from Cherry's POV: The roar of a motorcycle pulling into the campsite next to mine shattered the peace of my evening. Glancing at the smooth surface of the small lake, I half-expected the sunset’s reflection to ripple with the vibrations. The intruder flipped the kickstand down and swung his leg over the seat, and my scowl softened as the man pulled off his jacket, drawing my line of sight to form-fitting jeans that displayed trim hips and a tight ass. Any resentment at the interruption evaporated completely when he removed his helmet...

I got my second shingles shot on the 15th, and then had a couple of days of not feeling very well (but it's still better than the pain of shingles!), meaning I didn't hit my goals for the week. But I'll get there, eventually!  Well, at least we got a couple of sunny, warm days this week.  I'm continuing from last week's snippet from Three Times Better . (One of my current WIPs.) Chris has just moved back to his hometown and is staying with his best friend, Scott. A week earlier, he'd gone out with a few other friends to a local bar, where he had an...interesting ;)...encounter, but hadn't asked the young man's name. Now, that same man is at the door:       “Do I know you?” Now that he was standing still, there was something familiar–        Silver mercury shot through Chris’s body. The bar, the young man dancing, wavy hair, heavily kohled eyes, clothing that fit like a second skin–the images flashed in a montage through his memory. The man he...

My birthday was this week and it snowed. Which is appropriate because, according to Mom, I was born during a blizzard. Hopefully, this little cold spell is going to be the last of it. Now, to adjust to the time change.  Hopefully, the last snow we'll see for the next nine months! I'm snipping again from one of my current WIPs, Three Times Better . There's a knock on the door as Chris is changing clothes after a long day at work. He's not happy with the interruption. Note, Chris has just moved back and is staying with his friend Scott as he gets settled: There was a young man at the door and he gave Chris a hard glare before pushing past, not waiting for an invitation. “Scott here?” he asked, swirling around to study the room. What, did he thing Scott was hiding in a corner?          “Not yet.” The guy had turned, ready to search the rest of the house, but Chris's words stopped him.           “Well, crap.” He stilled and the energy h...

March came in like a lamb, sunshiny and warm. I even spent an hour on the deck, working on edits. And, yet, there is snow in the forecast this week. March weather is always a guessing game! Just a few more weeks and there will be so many leaves we won't be able to see the sky through the branches! I'm still deep in the Campfire Stories edits, but I always have other stories percolating in the background. One is an M/M/M with the working title  Three Times Better . It'll probably be a year before I work on it seriously, but in the meantime, I'm making notes and writing scenes as they occur to me. This is from this morning: “Hold your horses. I’m coming,” Chris called out as he pulled on his sweats after shedding the trousers he’d worn to work. He didn’t know what the stain was he’d picked up during the last inspection, and he didn’t care to figure it out. He just wanted it away from his skin.          Whoever was at the door, knocked again. “I’m coming,” he ...