A huge thank you to Rhonda Jackson Joseph for having me here today!
I’m here today to promote Broken Promise, the second book in the paranormal romance Promise Me series.
Instead of the normal few paragraphs on my characters, their various allures, and why you should read my book, I’m instead going to take this time to tell you to take a deep breath, and relax. Yes, really. Breathe in, hold it, and then let it out slowly. There…don’t you feel a bit better?
This time of year is blessed with holiday preparation, fun gatherings with friends, rediscovering old memories, and also enjoying oodles of good food and drink. Hopefully, we also include a few minutes of relaxation to fully enjoy this time of the year and the people or creatures we love. But I admit right here and now that it’s been a good while since I zonked out in sprawled abandon like the little cat who is currently snoring loudly on my lap. It’s been much, much longer since I settled down with a good book without a pen in hand to record pages of excerpts that I plan to quote in a review, or a highlighter to mark passages to use in my own writing projects. We all hear about how we need to take some time for ourselves each day, but how many of us workaholics actually do it? There is too much to do, comment on, tweet, write, email, or blog. And that’s just on the internet! Pile on the regular day job, family responsibilities, and home upkeep, and you’re lucky to maintain sanity.
The downside of this is usually either a meltdown of epic proportions which could have some lasting consequences on whomever is with you at the time, or sickness which can range from a simple cold to a supervirus that puts you out of commission for a week or more. At best, even if you get everything done and remain healthy, all this busy-ness is sure to make you grumpy. When there is N amount of time and N+100 things to do, something has to give. Make sure it’s not your health or your sanity. Take a little time each day for yourself. Make time for things that are important to you, even if you’re the only one that thinks they are important.
Yesterday, I put some more glow in the dark stars up on my bedroom ceiling. They weren’t expensive…and yes, likely the kind of decoration Martha Stewart would frown on. It didn’t take long to put them up…maybe ten minutes for total prep, application, and putting the adhesive and stepstool away afterwards. But I felt pure joy while I was putting up those little stars, thinking about darkness falling, and going to bed and seeing them glowing up above me. Later that night, when I beheld them glowing above me, I felt that same simple joy again.
Take some time to relax this holiday season. Your family might not care so much that you didn’t make all seven of their favorite cookies, that you didn’t handmake all the Christmas gifts, or that you got the cards out late. They will care that someone they love is sane enough to spend time with them, and love them in return.
Blurb from Broken Promise:
Shocked at Danial’s betrayal, Sarelle returns to her old home to consider her options. Yet even as Sar plans a reconciliation with Danial, Terian arrives, confessing his desire. When Theo witnesses Terian and Sar kiss, he angrily confronts Sar, leading to startling consequences. Will Sar’s heart choose Danial, Terian,…or Theo?
Excerpt from Broken Promise:
Danial followed me. “Sar,” he said hesitantly.
I turned reluctantly to face him. “Danial, say whatever you have to say and get out,” I said wearily. “I’m exhausted.”
“I love you,” he said, his eyes tearing.
“I know you do,” I said evenly, meeting his gaze with my own, before turning from him to start washing the dishes.
I felt him behind me in an instant, and put down the dish I’d been holding before I dropped it. His hands rested on my shoulders, and then slid down my arms, enfolding me as he pulled me close. His hands were cool, as they had been the first time we embraced.
How many nights had I longed to be back in his arms? How many nights had I wished he would come to me like this, and tell me he loved me? Almost every night since we parted. But it didn’t change anything between us.
“I was wrong, Sar. I was wrong to do what I did.” He leaned his head on my shoulder, holding me. “I want you to know, I didn’t have sex with her. I left her, after talking to you. Please forgive me, for the things I said to you that night,” he whispered into my ear. “Please forgive me, my Oathed One.”
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