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Alpha Squirrel Blog Tour Day 3

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Only three stops today, but more excerpts from the excerpts on how to integrate your were life with human society. 😀
Happily Ever Chapter
Molly Lolly
Love Bytes Reviews

They’re still working on the flue here; only a last few pieces to go, plus new pipes to the furnace and the flange on the roof. The difference in temperature between yesterday and today though–I’m going to fill a hot water bottle to put my feet on today. The still haven’t put the cap on the flue, or closed up the hole in the roof, so I guess I’m responsible for a bit of global warming. It’s too bad it doesn’t actually seem to be warming anything up! Brrrr.

Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

Nutty Romances 2

Nathan's met Vince's family, but Vince hasn't met Nathan's, and Nathan would like to keep it that way. Holy smoked almonds, what else do you do when you know how completely nuts your relatives are?

Why, you ease your man into it, by introducing him to normal shifters. Assuming you can find any.

But with a gossipy werehummingbird spreading the news, and a pair of young red pandas wreaking havoc with their fainting goat friends, Nathan’s about ready to climb into a pine cone and pull it in after him.

Then the local playboy weremoose hears about Vince, and Nathan has to find his inner alpha or the consequences will be worse than moldy hazelnuts.


Alpha Squirrel Blog Tour–Day 2

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Don’t forget to check out excerpts today from the Best-Selling book Your New Life as a New Adult. Found at these wonderful blogs:
Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
Wake Up Your Wild Side
Inked Rainbow Reads
Kathy Mac Reviews

And your very own Charlie is waiting to fly home with you. (Just don’t make fun of his singing voice–he’s got a temper.)

Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

Nutty Romances 2

Nathan's met Vince's family, but Vince hasn't met Nathan's, and Nathan would like to keep it that way. Holy smoked almonds, what else do you do when you know how completely nuts your relatives are?

Why, you ease your man into it, by introducing him to normal shifters. Assuming you can find any.

But with a gossipy werehummingbird spreading the news, and a pair of young red pandas wreaking havoc with their fainting goat friends, Nathan’s about ready to climb into a pine cone and pull it in after him.

Then the local playboy weremoose hears about Vince, and Nathan has to find his inner alpha or the consequences will be worse than moldy hazelnuts.


Tuesday Tickle: The Emperor's Favorite

Oops! Between getting ready for storms, dealing with storms, and cleaning up after storms, I completely forgot what day of the week it was. Anyway, this section makes me kind of weepy every time I read it.

Krys swung one side of his cloak around Addan, who curled against Krys’s side like a scrawny kitten—a vast improvement over the wild punches and vicious language of the first couple of months of Krys’s ‘courtship’. They found a sheltered spot in the lee of a small warehouse and settled in to watch bales of southern spices and tuns of wine being unloaded.

“Is it really summer all th’time where those boats’r from?”

“Yes, and warmer.” Krys dug a roll out of his pocket and passed it to Addan. He should have brought cheese, but he hadn’t thought of it. Addan seemed happy enough gnawing on the dry roll, anyway.

“Someday, I’m gonna live someplace where’n it’s always warm. Imma get onna boat and never come back.” This was said in a decided tone, as if there was no doubt about it at all.

“Sure, if you want to. You’d have to learn to sail first.”

“Cain’t be that hard. Siaphal did it in summer.”

“Then you shouldn’t have any trouble with it.”

They sat in silence for a while, listening to the shouts of the men as they offloaded the cargo. Addan wiggled closer under the cloak, bony arms and legs pressed tightly against Krys’s side.

“You cold?”

Addan shrugged. “S’normal. Allus cold.”

Krys wrapped a tentative arm around Addan’s shoulders. “Move closer. Here, where’s the gloves I gave you last week?” He pulled his gloves off and pushed them into Addan’s hand.

“Stoled.”

“Ah.” He tugged his scarf free with his other hand and tried clumsily to wrap it around Addan’s neck. “Suppose that’s where your hat went too?”

Addan shrugged and jammed the last of his roll into his mouth.

Krys sighed and hugged him closer. Tomorrow he was going to talk to his father about having a page.

Tuesday Tickle: The Emperor's Favorite

Still chugging along. If you can picture this guy:
Travis Fimmel
as a ten year old boy, that’s what Addan looks like in this scene. Well, dirtier, and bruised, and…well, you know.

This occurs after Krys interrupts Addan getting the beating of his life.

Krys jumped down and tied the mare to the gorse bush. “Are you all right?”

“Ahm fine. Go’way!” The boy staggered a couple of steps, then seemed to find his feet again.”Git!” He picked up a rock and held it ready to throw.

“You know you’re bleeding.”

“So?”

Krys approached him cautiously. “Can I look at it?”

“Feck off!” The boy threw the rock at Krys, and raced away.

Not love at first sight. 😛

Tuesday Tickle: The Emperor's Favorite (or, that's what I'm calling it at this moment)

In an effort to get myself back into writing (now that I’ve decided dayjob can bloody well wait on stuff), I’ve let myself start sketching out a new story. Being a pantser, my version of ‘sketching out’ means actually writing parts of the story.

So I have this low fantasy story (why am I obsessed with low fantasies?) that I’m just toying with, because it’s still in the easy, brand-new stage. (As opposed to the “There probably only a couple thousand words left in this one, but now I have to make all the bits meet and match and OMG it’s hard!” stage that most everything else is in). I know, it could be considered a bit lazy, but I prefer to think of it as psychologically constructive. At some point, I’ll put this to one side and have a go at the stuff that’s close to being finished, and then I’ll be able to come back to it. In the meantime, though, I hope it’ll keep the ‘author pilot-light’ burning. 🙂

So here’s the first couple of paragraphs, introducing one of my MC’s. Apologies for rather sketchy worldbuilding, since I’m still trying to figure out exactly what this country looks and feels like. (Really bizarre, since we’re only in this country for a couple of chapters in the book. But I do like a well sketched out world.)

Don’t know if he comes off as a bit of a jerk or not–I tried to catch a bit of the old brotherly rivalry, as well as lay the groundwork for something that I think will be happening much later in the story.

For his fourteenth birthday, the day he would officially take on at least some of a man’s responsibilities, Krystiye Onil received the traditional gift of money. His eyes had nearly fallen out of his head when he saw what his father was holding out to him–a whole silver cub. It didn’t by any stretch make him independently wealthy, but it was more money than he’d ever owned, a fortune even for the Ancel’s second son. Two entire days he debated over what he would spend it on, until his older brother Leighdin grinned and punched him on the shoulder.

“Go to town and waste it. That’s what it’s meant for, a last day of childhood. Then, come home and take over the running of the eastern reaches, so I don’t have to look after them any more.”

And so Krys had planned a trip into town.

Krys and his younger brother Ecotrad broke out of the trees and cantered toward the cliffs that edged the north side of the bay. Krys grinned and put his heels to the sides of his gray mare and raced past his brother, whose blood bay stallion was more showy than useful, and was having considerably more trouble with the rocks and uneven soil between them than Krys’s plainer but more sure-footed mare.

He leaped her over a rough section of turf, landing easily. Behind him, he heard Trad’s horse stumble, then catch its balance, and he grinned again.

Should have listened when our father said he wasn’t a good horse for the terrain. Krys had listened when it came time for him to have his first real horse instead of a pony. The mare was plain, but sure-footed with plenty of bone, and she never went lame. She was also, Krys thought, smarter than he was, which was useful on an estate at the far reaches of the kingdom. He could trust her to pick a safe way across rocky ground or through one of the local bogs, with their deceptive appearance of solidity.