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Heart of the Highland Wolf eBook FREE!

Baby is here again and then I have 4 days of writing. I’m hoping to get caught up. Most of the Highland Wolf books are still on sale!

I am trying to write 3,000 words a day so I can be less behind, but I need to finish edits on the novella for SEAL Wolf Team to the Rescue and turn it in too.

It turned rainy and cold so I’ve been doing a lot of weeding. The weeds outnumber the population of all the people of the earth though. I’m certain of it! And I’m pretty sure that every time I pull up five weeds, ten more are taking their place, as if I just made room for them.

Okay, I’m off to take care of baby and hope I can get some writing done on my off writing day to make up some more on my word count. I’m 10,000 behind. But that’s down from 14,000, so that’s good!

Have a great day! I was enjoying the overcast one, but I missed seeing the super moon. I hope you got a glimpse of it!

Terry

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Free Creative Market Goods Each Week

They usually have a font or two that are free, and a myriad of other stuff. What’s great about Creative Market is if you lose your hard drive, you can always go back to the site where you had your free font or anything else you’ve downloaded before, free or otherwise, and it allows you to re-download. I’ve picked up fonts, overlays, a number of things from their site, and they can be very reasonable. Plus, if the people with the items update them, you get an automatic notice about the updates.

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2-bluebirds-on-roof-old-house-206This is a picture I took at the old house of two bluebirds sitting on the roof.  I had a whole swarm of them trying to get bugs one day. I had never seen bluebirds there before. This was shot through a window and screen with the sun overhead at an odd angle, so not the best of shots.

bluebird-baby-giraffe-900-bokeh-004This shows the difference between what I could capture with the new home, clear glass still, so not shooting from outside, better lighting, gray day.

2,000 on the new book, 78,000 to go.

It’s still cold, cold, cold.

With the upcoming unscheduled release of Galaxy Warrior,Passionate embraces men and women

 

one of my friends asked: What about the next fortuneteller’s book?

A rags to riches fairy tale where a fortune telling can spell doom…

Katrina Landry is not your everyday fortune teller. She’s a substitute teacher who longs to work at it full time. But when she substitutes for her cousin at her fortune telling booth at the fair, Katrina meets a man who she foresees is in danger. So what’s a girl supposed to do but sneak into a by-invitation-only dance and save the TX Stud’s life?

Prescott Worthington hasn’t had this much fun in a long time when on a whim he takes his girlfriend to the fair where Sascha the Sensation predicts he will have twins, and that his girlfriend will find someone else. But when the woman shows up at the dance with some nonsense about saving his life, he’s totally irritated and totally bewitched. Maybe she can bring a little magic into his life.

She insists someone’s trying to kill him and he thinks it’s her boyfriend…only Prescott has no intention of giving up the woman who he’s sure needs his protection. And a whole lot more.

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Deadly Fortunes was the first. And she has this wild cousin whose book I was writing next. I often did this, started sequels to books in the hopes of selling the series. But when I couldn’t get picked up by a publisher for the first book, I’d just set the sequel aside and work on something else. I had one title for it, but I think to tie it in with Deadly Fortunes, I might call it Deadly Mis-Fortunes. She’s also a fortune teller with real psychic powers also. It’s already 25,000 words long. Hmmmm. When I’m starting out on a new book, it’s like ack, so many words to write. The draw to the Dark Side is powerful… write the book that I have an upcoming deadline on, or write the book that is a good way on its way to being done???

Okay, okay, so I can fight the Dark Side and I will keep working on Flight of the White Wolf, but…maybe I’ll finish up Deadly Mis-Fortunes after that. We’ll see. 🙂 It depends on where my muse will take me. It’s been bugging me to write Chet’s Cougar Christmas story.

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Okay, I’m off to write and get my word count. The rule is: if I write, word count goes up. It might need to be changed a lot, but the truth is, when I have something on paper–it’s easier to change than when I have nothing on paper. 🙂 Isn’t that amazing how that works?

Have a super, wonderful day!

Terry Spear

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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One Last Job–Free Vampire Senior Citizen Huntress Story

Okay, so first off, I wake this morning thinking I needed to do something this morning. Well, it’s trash day. That must be it. I have nothing on my calendar. So what else could it be? I’m running around, wracking my brain, coming up with nothing. But it just seemed like there was something else I was supposed to do. Something IMPORTANT. Other than taking out the garbage, working  on bears, working on word count, doing critiques, writing my blog. JUST SOMETHING.

I’m out with the puppies, cleaning up after them when I see the most awesome sunrise ever. So I dash into the house, puppies right on my heels, grab the camera, and dash out the front door because you know sunsets and sunrises don’t wait for anyone.

It was the perfect vampire sunrise!

And that triggered what I was forgetting!!!!!  My special something for Monday! A free short story: One Last Job. And boy, can I relate. Can you?

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One Last Job

by Terry Spear

 

Ida Mae Bremerton studied the cloth that bound her wrists as the faint glow of candlelight flickered off one of the walls. She shook her head at herself in the dark great room. All she could think of was her niece, Rachel Bremerton, whose uncle, her brother, didn’t believe in women hunting vampires. Give me a break! But then again, Rachel had fallen in love with a vampire! Still, he had been a hunter. Ida Mae was glad her branch of the family didn’t see anything wrong with women huntresses.

“I can’t believe I could get myself into this same predicament, twice this week. I must really be losing it!” She sighed deeply, not giving up, just…thinking. The vampires’ minions had tied her up while the vampires slept until this evening.

 

Glancing at the sliver of a crack in the heavy drapes that covered the floor-to-ceiling-length atrium door, she frowned to see the light fading fast. “They’ll be coming for me soon.” She wriggled and struggled until she was finally able to pull her hands free of the cloth. “Good thing their henchman can’t tie knots worth a fig!”

 

Freed, Ida Mae ran to the blackened glass door, her arthritis pinging in her left knee. She jerked the door open to see the sun setting in an orange ball of fire. She bolted down the path to her car and pulled the door open. After sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming her door shut, afraid the sound would alert every vampire in the house she was there, she poked her key into the ignition while the sweet scent of garlic filled the interior of the Trans Am. She glanced down at the passenger’s seat to see her necklace of garlic curled in a loop.

 

“That’s what I forgot to wear,” she mumbled under her breath. Not that she really thought it worked, as in repelled vampires, but it was her good luck charm. Not once had she been captured by a vampire’s blood bonds while wearing it.

 

After mashing down the gas peddle, she braced as the car lurched forward, then roared around the circular drive of the old Victorian mansion. She turned back toward the south side of the city, Dallas,…and home.

 

When she drove into her driveway, she was surprised to see her sons’ cars parked there already.

 

“Mom!” Thomas, the eldest exclaimed, hurrying out of the house to greet her. “We’ve been worried something awful!” He glanced down at the red marks on her wrists. He frowned at her as he put his arm around her shoulders and led her into the home. “Tell me you didn’t go after them on your own.”

 

They’d had this discussion before. Her sons wanted to use caution. She wanted to take the vampires out before they increased their numbers. That was the difference between the good ones—the ones who lived among them and behaved, and the rogues, who turned people against their will. “I guess I forgot to tell you the plan.” Not really. She had her own plan. In fact, she and her deceased husband would have done this together. She didn’t know why her sons were so restrained all the time. Don’t delay, get it done, was her motto.

 

“You’ve been doing an awful lot of that, Mom,” her younger son said. “Forgetting the plan, I mean.”

 

John was gifted with the bow, Thomas with the sword. She couldn’t have been prouder of her sons. Though she wished they would settle down and give her grandchildren.

 

“Yes, well, I’ve had a lot of things on my mind of late.”

 

They exchanged glances as she entered the kitchen and plugged in the coffee pot. Tom cleared his throat. “We’ve been talking about the matter, and you know after Dad died, you haven’t been quite yourself lately.”

 

“Nonsense,” Ida Mae said. But it was true. She’d missed him terribly. She kept thinking of all the vampires they’d taken down over the years, how they’d do it until they were ready to retire, which was next year.

 

“It’s true. You’ve been forgetting an awful lot lately.” John stared at the coffee pot for a moment, then unplugged it. He shook the pot, then hearing nothing inside said, “It’s dry as the desert, Mom.”

 

“Oh.” Ida Mae grabbed the pot from him and poked it under the faucet. “You’re distracting me.” She was a multi-tasker extraordinaire, but sometimes she forgot one of the steps in the multi-tasking department.

 

“You know, Dad said that the two of you were thinking of retiring from the business.”

 

“Next year. Yes, well, he died before we had a chance. The business is all I’ve ever known. What would you have me do?”

 

“You loved to dance. Why not try the senior citizen’s dance that’s scheduled tomorrow night?”

 

“I can’t retire from my work. You boys need me.”

 

“Of course. But couldn’t you at least take a little time off from your work, until your mind is a little more on the task at hand? It is rather a deadly business after all and—” Tom looked hopeful she’d agree.

 

“The senior citizen’s dance.” Ida Mae nodded. She poured the hot water into her cup, then stared at the clear water.

 

Tom smiled at her, reached into the cupboard and pulled down the jar of instant coffee. “Yes, tomorrow night. Avery and Louise will meet you there. The break from work will be good for you.”

 

Okay, so it was once a week. She could manage a little social life too, but she wasn’t putting the vampire business on hold. She would just work around it.

***

Two weeks later, Tom and John hurried to her home again, and Ida Mae couldn’t understand what the concern was this time. When she greeted them at the door, Tom blurted out, “We’ve been concerned about you! We were ready to call the police. We haven’t been able to get in touch with you night or day!”

 

“Oh, Tom, I’ve met the most marvelous man.” Ida Mae took a deep breath and let it out. She had. He was wonderful! Not the same as her deceased husband, but he was different and just as much fun.

 

“But father,” John said.

 

Tom poked him in an attempt to shut him up, then said, “So you’ve met someone?”

 

“He’s been just marvelous.”

 

John frowned at her as he watched her take a seat on the sofa. “You said that already.”

 

“Yes, he’s taken me out to the orchestra, supper, and movies, you know—the ones I really like—historical, true-life adventures. I’ve been having a wonderful time.”

 

John frowned. “And you met him…”

 

“At the senior citizen’s dance. You were so right. I’ve just had such a terrific time. I’ve even decided to retire from the business for good.”

 

“But…” John said.

 

“That’s good,” Tom interrupted. “You need time to enjoy yourself, Mom. You’ve worked so hard all of these years. It’s time you enjoyed yourself.”

 

“Yes, you’re certainly right about that,” Ida Mae said as she swept a loose platinum-blonde curl off her cheek.

 

“He hasn’t been too forward with you?” John asked.

 

Tom twisted his mouth in annoyance as he shook his head at his brother.

 

“No, he’s been the perfect gentleman. After two weeks, he’s only given me a slight peck on the cheek. He hangs on my every word. I feel alive again since, well, since your father died.”

 

John’s frown deepened. “Don’t you think this is a little sudden like?”

 

“No,” Ida Mae said. “I always knew the time would come, that I would have to quit the job. It’s time for you young folks to continue without me.”

 

“But we have this one job that will take more than just Tom and I to do,” John said.

 

Tom shook his head. “Mom doesn’t need to help us with this bunch.”

 

“Where?” Ida Mae sat taller in her seat. She could quit right after that.

 

“At the old Victorian House on Main Street.”

 

“Ah, yes, that one,” Ida Mae said.

 

“She doesn’t need to help us,” Tom replied as his voice deepened with concern.

 

“She’s been there,” John said. “She knows where their lair is – – she can help us with just this one last job!”

 

And she agreed. The finale to a career of taking down the monsters in the city. She owed it to humankind. To the memory of Thomas. And to all of those who had trained her when she was much younger. She could do this. One last job.

 

***

 

Early the next morning, Ida Mae sped up the drive of the old mansion with her sons following her in John’s Suburban. After parking the cars, they grabbed their gear. Tom glanced over at his mother dressed in her trim pale blue jeans with a shirt decorated in sequined stars and moons. “You know, you didn’t really have to come, despite what John said.”

 

“It’s just one last job, Tom. I wouldn’t think of letting you do this one on your own.” She grabbed her garlic necklace, then pulled it over her head.

 

“Got everything?” John asked Tom.

 

Tom nodded, then took a deep breath. “Come on, then. Let’s get this over with.”

 

After the three stepped into the foyer, Ida Mae hurried to pull the curtains aside from one of the windows. John rolled his eyes and whispered, “We don’t have time for…”

 

“Now, John,” Ida Mae replied, “you know I always let the cheery light in while we work. I can’t stand to work in the dark gloom.”

 

She hurried over to two more windows and jerked the heavy velvet cloth aside, then rubbed her hands together to wipe off the dust. “Okay,” she said, “it’s down this way.” She pointed to an open doorway leading to the basement. Most vampires slept in beds in bedrooms, like normal people, but with heavy canopies around their beds. These vampires lived like some bizarre Gothic version of the vampires of old.

 

“Got the flashlights?” Tom asked John.

 

John fumbled around in one of the canvas bags, then pulled one out for each of them.

 

“That’s okay, dear,” his mother said. “I’d like to keep my hands free, if you don’t mind.”

 

Tom led the three down the stairs and as the steps creaked with their weight, the muscles in his neck tightened. The cool dank musty smell permeated the dark room which was pierced only by the beam of the two flashlights. Ida Mae looked for any sign of a window in the basement while her sons examined the crates as they looked for the coffins they assumed would be there.

 

“Here,” Ida Mae whispered as she found a large paint-blackened window.

 

“We need to find the coffins, Mom,” John whispered, pushing a crate aside.

 

“Oh!” Ida Mae shouted as she climbed onto a chair to reach the window, but the rotting wicker had suddenly given way under her weight.

 

Ida Mae fell to the floor. Tom hurried over to help his mother stand, while the creaking of rusted hinges prickled the air. Everyone stood still.

 

“Good evening,” a voice in the dark said, and as Tom and John shined their lights on the face still half-covered in the shadows of the crates, Ida Mae exclaimed, “Kenneth!”

 

Her sons turned to look at their mother and John said, “Don’t tell me you know this man.”

 

“Why yes, he does a great Jitterbug.”

 

“I take it these are your sons, renown in these parts for their trade, Ida Mae,” Kenneth said as he watched Tom fumble around in his bag for a wooden stake.

 

John kept his eye on the elderly man as he said, “What’s wrong, Tom?”

 

“I don’t seem to have any stakes in here. Not a one.”

 

“Oh,” Ida Mae said in a muffled way, as she clasped her hand to her mouth.

 

“Don’t tell me…”

 

“I was cleaning the bag. Maybe I forgot to put them back in.”

 

Kenneth reached down for a bag resting near one of the crates as John backed up toward his mother to protect her from the menace before them. Kenneth pulled a perfectly-carved wooden stake from the bag. John pulled out a cross.

Kenneth laughed. “That’ll keep them at bay, but you’ll need something more to put the poor souls to rest.”

 

“You’re not one of them?” Tom asked.

 

“Hardly. I’m rather surprised to see Ida Mae here, though.”

 

She smiled back at the gentleman. “We never discussed our occupations with each other.”

 

“No,” he said. “Whenever I mention the type of work I do, the lady takes a powder. I’ve found it’s best not to mention it at all.”

 

The air suddenly filled with a foul-smelling substance and the experienced hunters knew that their prey would soon be the hunters if they didn’t act quickly. “Have you any more stakes?” Tom asked as he rushed over to Kenneth’s side.

 

“Grab as many as you need.” Kenneth readied a bow and a wooden stake.

 

“It’s not yet dark out,” Ida Mae said under her breath as the men prepared to face the unseen threat that awakened nearby. She reached for a crate and finding it was stationary, she climbed on top. The window lock was just beyond her finger tips. She turned to see Kenneth release the stake as he let go of the string of his bow and a blood-curdling cry rang out, then echoed off of the walls. Ida Mae jumped off the crate and grabbed one of the flashlights laying on the floor nearby. After climbing on top of the crate again, she shoved at the lock with the edge of the flashlight, but the rusted metal wouldn’t budge at all.

 

Kenneth knocked another stake as Tom wrestled one of the creatures to the floor while his brother readied a hammer to the stake. As Kenneth let the second stake fly, another creature screamed out in pain and dissolved into ashes.

 

“Ida Mae!” Kenneth shouted. “There are too many. Get out of here!”

 

Ida Mae watched as her boys finished the job they’d begun, then grappled with another.

 

“I can’t leave!” she exclaimed. “If this is to be my last job, then so be it!” Then with as much effort as she could muster, she swung the flashlight against the window pane. A slight crack appeared in the window as two more creatures screamed in agony. She struck the window again. The crack spread across the pane like a fissure creeping across the frozen ice. She felt a hand on her leg, threatening to pull her from her make-shift stool, Ida Mae struck the glass again. The sun spilled into the room all at once.

 

The room was filled with shrieks and then only piles of dust remained. “I don’t like working in the dark,” Ida Mae said as John helped her down from the crate. “It’s much more cheerful to work in the light.”

 

Kenneth rushed over to Ida Mae and gave her a warm embrace. “You’re my kind of gal, Ida Mae.”

 

“This was your last job,” Tom said as he gathered up his equipment.

 

“I don’t know,” Ida Mae said as she smiled back at Kenneth. “I believe I’ve had rather a change of plans.”

***

Huntress for Hire

She has her sights set on the worst vampire of them all…

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Huntress for Hire

By Terry Spear

 

He’s a hunter turned vampire, she’s a huntress of vampires—he’s needs her cooperation to free his family; she’s trained to kill his kind. Rebel vampire huntress Rachael Bremerton wants revenge against Piaras, one of the most ruthless vampires in Dallas, for the murder of her parents. But when she’s lured by another vampire, Adonis, into the darkness—the same darkness she’s feared since she was a child—she’s torn between her huntress sensibilities and some strange desire to be with the creature she’s meant to despise and destroy. Adonis, a hunter turned vampire, has been ordered by Piaras to bring Rachel to him untouched. In return, Piaras will release Adonis’s family unharmed. But when Adonis first sees Rachael, his hunter desire to have a huntress mate kicks in, or is it the dark heart of the vampire that makes him crave her so? Turning Rachel over to Piaras becomes less of an option. But can he find a way to free his family, claim Rachael for his own, and keep her family from discovering he is a hunter turned vampire—a creature they will all feel obligated to hunt down and kill?

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Terry

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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Giveaway at Reading Between the Wines

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I’m still formatting for Kissing the Highlander. When I received everyone’s novellas, the italics were stripped out, argh, and some of the authors have tons of italicized words. That, and trying to make everything uniform as far as front and back matter and section divisions, etc. If I do this again, hopefully, we can all be on the same page next time and I won’t have to do so much reformatting.

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Phantom Fae has gone out to my first beta reader. And then after I make changes and read it over again, it will go out to another.

But what I really wanted to say was that I am here with a giveaway!!! Go to Reading Between the Wines, comment and enter for a chance to win A Highland Wolf Christmas!

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And now I’m off to get to work on the formatting again. Feeling anxious because the time is slipping away and I need to get started on the next SEAL wolf book due Mar 1. And I haven’t started it. I’m trying to come up with a great new opening scene to set the stage. Must have first meeting soon, show something of the world, a wolf sighting early, conflict, mystery, romance and adventure.

When I was reading books on writing, one author said to make sure you have that conflict right from the beginning. The bomb going off in the school, but not. Something that makes you want to read what happens next and next and next. Yet, you have to have character-driven plots for romance, not strictly plot-driven scenarios.

Okay, so I’m still pondering. But I need to get back to formatting Kissing the Highlander.

Have a super great Tuesday!!!

And be sure and drop by at Reading Between the Wines and enter to win!

Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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Why Do People Do the Things They Do???

I was in the grocery store right before Christmas and the lady in front of me was talking to me about getting in the wrong line because the people in front of her had all kinds of issues. I didn’t know what they were, but we were smiling and laughing about that sort of thing. One day, I was in line behind some folks that had to run out to their car and get a jar of coins to help pay for their groceries.  So yes, it can be trying.

But I wasn’t bothered by it. I was getting the last of my Christmas food for the kids’ arrival and was of good cheer. The old woman behind me was scowling and I smiled at her, trying to put her in a better mood. She asked, “What time is it?”

I told her. She asked two more times.

Then the folks ahead of us were done, but not, forgot to pay for one more item, and the lady in front of me and I were just smiling. Hey, it happens, and I was fortunate to have someone to talk to that was really nice and it made her feel better for the delay.

Once I had my items on the conveyer belt, I put the little divider down and turned to the woman behind me and asked if she wanted me to help her unload her groceries.

“No!” she snapped at me. “Just move out of my way.”

“I’m sorry, but the lady in front of me is still paying for her groceries.” And I turned my back on the woman behind me and figured that was the last I’d try to be nice to her. Some people are just not very nice. They’re sour and dour and maybe they always lived their lives that way. Some think as they get older, they can behave even worse.

Who knows?

But she proceeded to get aggressive, running into my backside with her backside to load groceries onto the belt. Now, she could have gone to the end of the belt and loaded a good number of groceries on it without touching me.  But I didn’t move, because my basket was in front of me, and I didn’t want to crowd the woman who was using her credit card in front of me. I wished her a Merry Christmas and then I was cheerily talking to the clerk. She saw my puppy stuff and asked me about that as she ran my things through and the woman behind me just scowled at us.

I was bothered by the old woman being so nasty. I kept telling myself to ignore her nastiness, but I couldn’t.

One time, I was in the parking lot and an older man looked so grim, I smiled and said, “Hi.” It made his day and he began talking away to me. Another day, I asked an older man if I could take his basket for him, and he watched me, shocked that I was taking it to the return and not using it to go into the grocery store. I had just returned my own. But he looked to be struggling to get his groceries into the car a bit, and I thought I could help him at least with the basket return. He told me he thought I was going to use the basket and was so cheered that I did a “good deed” for him. Another day, a woman did that to me, my first time, lol, and she asked if she could return my basket too.

It really made me feel great. Doing a little bit for some people can really make their day, though I’m in Texas and so it can be so here. Or Oklahoma, same way. I had car trouble at a mall in NJ once and three lovely men from England helped jumpstart my car while no one from NJ would give me the time of day. I was twenty-one at the time, so not a threat at all. Not that all are like that, but some places more people are willing to help out.

And this brings me to my stories. The Phantom Fae queen had killed her husband over some marital dispute. But at 5 this morning when the puppies got me up to take them out, I began to think about it. What was her story? Her real story? People are the way they are for some reason. Maybe they’ve always been bad-natured and been allowed to be that way. Pampered, so to speak. Or maybe they had a bad life growing up, they just had something horrible happen to them, financially, losing a family member, a friend, a pet, or are ill. We never know.

Phantom Fae

But in our stories, we have to know. 🙂 So, I had to come up with a reason. Maybe not a full reason, but something that will reveal some hints about the person.

Why was the woman so nasty in the grocery store even after I reached out to be nice to her? Who knows. I’ve known people like that, one who was an older friend of my mother’s and lied about her husband dying. For years, we thought that was the case. Then her cousin told my mother that the woman’s husband had left her for another woman. I think that had left her embittered. She could never deal with it, so just wrote him off as dead. For her age, because even though divorce has been going on for eons, it just hasn’t been as acceptable in some time periods, she found it much easier to be a “widow,” than a divorcee. But she was really spoiled, her ex-husband having left her well off, and her family too. So I would go with my mother and her friends to card games and she was always so nasty. “Quit talking! Play the game.” The point of the game was to socialize, at least the rest of us thought. We had fun and joked about her behavior later.

My mother would often say, “Oh, it’s not your turn?” One lady always played out of turn because she couldn’t remember. They were fun games and well, someday I should probably use them in a story, come to think of it.

A little after the grocery store incident, a fan sent a video of a woman at a grocery store where another woman allowed her kid to run the basket into the other woman. So the victim poured a drink all over the kid’s head. The kid screams and cries. The mother is furious and storms off with her kid, and I’m thinking, okay, so what if this woman behind me was that kid. Only the victim hadn’t reacted, like I hadn’t. Just ignored it. And the kid continued to act badly over the years, and anytime she wanted her way, she got it, through any means available.

If I had dumped one of the Dr. Pepper’s on the woman’s head that I was buying for my SIL for Christmas, maybe she wouldn’t have done something like that again. Of course, I would have been arrested.

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Have you ever had to deal with grocery store bullies???

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I just learned of this from a fan and wanted to share. I don’t know for sure if it is only one day, but the last time they had a 99 cent sale on a book, I was in MN and so didn’t see the news until that night after a day of traveling and activities. Sourcebooks never gives away my books for free, so if you’re interested in romance, shifters, the paranormal, enjoy! 🙂 <3

Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

http://www.terryspear.com

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