Sweet & Sour
I saw a meme that read “If you see your glass is half empty, pour it into a smaller glass and stop bitching”. When I saw this it just so happened that I’d literally done that very thing just moments before, but I’m getting ahead of myself already.
First, Welcome! This is my first newsletter and I’m thrilled. I wanted to start off with a bang, and what can be more of a bang than a FREE DAY of hot cowboys, with a little mystery and paranormal thrown in!?
Please tell everyone you know and even those you don’t, ha! A COWBOY’S TRUE COLORS is free today through Sunday (9/23 - 9/25).
Each of my books has a different feel, so as you go through the series I’d love to hear how you liked each one. I love getting feedback.
As you read my books, and get to know me, you’ll find I’m very sentimental and that I see a bit of the mystic throughout life. I called this post sweet and sour because, as fate would have it, on the same day I’d scheduled this FREE DAY I am also being audited!!! I had no idea the two would coincide. So, I’ve been working my rear off to prepare for today in so many ways.
After five days of going crazy trying to organize all our records for the audit last Saturday, I found myself slowing down. I could not afford to slow down. My first thought was, “I need a whiskey!” That would have ground things to a screeching, but happy, halt. Then I remembered a tradition a friend and I have. When either of us is going through a hard time, we get custody of the 'bunny cup' for luck and love. The idea is, we know the other is thinking about us and has our back. So, I pulled out the 'bunny cup', poured half a glass of prosecco (a lighter version of champagne) and had myself a small drink while I worked. I don’t normally combine drink and work, but I don’t normally work every day - all day - for two weeks preparing for an audit either.
I was about half way through my cup of sparkling joy when my friend, the 'bunny cup' friend, sent me a meme. She had no idea, mind you, that I was at that very moment using the 'bunny cup' in my time of minor distress. The meme was the one I mentioned above. I was so tickled by this turn of events I took a photo of my stack of work and my 'bunny cup' and made my own version of the meme.
Despite all the chaos, I’ve had great support and have managed to feel more or less prepared for both the Sweet and the Sour that will be today, Friday September 23rd, 2016.
I will say, sweet and sour can be a powerful combination. Lovers far and wide have come to appreciate the joys of contrast, the hot and the cold, the hard and the soft. Think ice cubes on a set of hot abs. You get the picture.
Speaking of pictures, I’ve got an image for you. I want to introduce you to Victor Berenger:
Excerpt from A COWBOY’S TRUE COLORS:
Victor nodded and turned away for a second. Then something changed, in one fluid motion he moved from his laidback devil-may-care pose to one of full attention. Pulling his hands from the deep pockets of his leather jacket he sat up and squared his shoulders while his handsome face grew stern, reminding Astrid of the way her father got when he wanted to scold them without scaring them. The smoldering smile was gone, replaced by a cool quiet, almost motionless, expression making it achingly easy to see the beautiful lines of his face. Everything balanced. Her eye moved easily, flowing from his high cheekbones to the hollows directly underneath, along the strong jaw line leading to lips so perfect she’d imagined kissing them countless times. In that moment Astrid wanted nothing more than to be a sculptor with the skill to preserve what she saw for eternity. No, there was something she wanted more, most definitely something she wanted more. Images of him making love to her rushed through her mind. Yes, she would certainly like that more, so much more.
Then he tilted those broad shoulders toward her as he leaned in, and looking right at Astrid he asked, “Either of you girls know a man by the name of Chance Millhouse?”
Astrid could not look away, she was caught in the current of his gaze. His big brown eyes were narrowed with concern. His lashes were so long and black they reminded her of a Disney character. How was it possible to be this attracted to someone and not explode? She’d heard of spontaneous combustion, but it happened to people far away in lands without running water and no electricity, people one step away from living in another time. Not to her, in Texas, at school, sitting in front of a city boy who looked suspiciously like he was a cowboy in urban clothing.
Yes, there is definitely something cowboy about him.
She knew that look, she grew up around cowboys. They came in all shapes and sizes, and regardless of their height and weight they were all BIG. And by big, she meant their presence extended well beyond their physical size. It was almost like a shadow except it extended around them from all sides, something powerful, something larger than life. Or maybe they are more alive than the rest of us in some way? Victor was sitting on a bench intended to hold two people, but he took up easily two thirds of it as much with his size as with his posture.
“Uh, no I don’t think so.” Cha-Cha answered. “Astrid, ever heard the name Chance Millhouse?” She nudged Astrid who shook her head.
“Hmm. I guess that’s good.” He looked down at the gravel path, lost in thought for a moment. The instant he broke eye contact Astrid almost fell forward. She had to rebalance her weight the way you do when walking into a headwind or working to push a heavy door closed during a winter storm. She shivered, cold and desolate compared to the warmth of his attentions moments ago.
There was a long pause, then Victor stood up. “Okay, well, if you meet him let me know right away, will you? I don’t get on Facebook much, but that is probably the best way to contact me.” He looked at Astrid again until she nodded.
“Okay. See ya.” Victor walked slowly away, his black boots crunched against the granite pathway in time with the almost imperceptible jangle of the short chain he always wore linking his wallet to his jeans. How did they not hear this vivid mix of sounds as he approached them?
Astrid leaned around Cha-Cha and took in the shape of his strong square shoulders. Lower down his thigh muscles moved under faded denim of his jeans. “I never fully appreciated Levi’s until I saw him wearing those 501’s.” Astrid’s voice was breathy and almost lost in the wind.
“You’re a fan now, are ya lass?” Cha-Cha asked affecting an Irish accent.
“Yes. Yes, I am.” Astrid buried her head into Cha-Cha’s shoulder. Her coat was thick and soft. The feel of her friend’s arm, deep down in there somewhere, helped still her rolling insides.
“So, what the hell? What was that all about and who the heck is Chance Millhouse?” Cha-Cha asked holding her palms open in front of her demonstrating her confusion. “And will you please loosen up on my arm? I can’t feel my hand.”
“Oh! Sorry.” She let go of Cha-Cha.
Astrid’s throat still ached and she was finding it hard to speak, as the memory of his muscles rounding out his jeans flooded her brain.
“I have no idea, but he just asked us to friend him on Facebook,” she cooed in a paper thin whisper.
Just out of sight in the shadows of a tall oak, a pair of eyes watched the two girls very closely.
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I'm Lana, a life long Texan, dog lover, and writer of sensual romance. When I say 'sensual romance' I mean I include real life in my stories, and real life includes sex.