Friday, April 24, 2015

Grimm and Hexenbiest create a baby and...

I'm a fan of Grimm, the TV series. I didn't get involved until the second season, but wow what a jewel.

Recently, Adalind (a hexenbiest, an ugly witch-like creature) disquised herself as Juliette (heroine and partner to Nick, i.e.Grimm) and Adalind got pregnant.

The combination of a hexenbiest and a Grimm is overwhelming. Will the dark side of the child rule over the hero-life-saving-evil-destroying side? Perhaps the two (good/evil) will cancel each other out and the child will simply be...a child.

I can't wait to find out if the writers have Nick discover Adalind's child is also his, and if good overpowers evil.

Poor Juliette, not only is her significant other going to be a father, but she (through a Gift of the Magi experience)  has acquired the hexenbiest abilities.

Good things are happening in the world of Grimm. Tell me, what do you think will happen with the child?

Friday, February 20, 2015

I Went Down!

February 19, 2015 at 9:30 AM.
I try to walk my dogs every day. They enjoy getting out and taking in the sights and I relish the exercise and fresh air; however, this winter season is the true north of the definition…icy, chilly, the coldest season.
Yesterday, at negative ten we didn’t walk and my Sheltie exhibited HD tendencies. Today, it’s a solid one degree the sun is shining, with a slight breeze, so I smeared face cream on and bundled up.
The girls danced around, even in their harnesses. Hooked up to their extend-a-leashes we set out.
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I stayed on the sidewalks and headed toward my favorite part of the neighborhood beginning at Sandstone. The colorful houses are a throw back to the days when front porches were popular and detailing made the home unique and curb friendly. I believe, in Midwest, this is the only area with the upsurge of new homes having the classic Craftsman style and I love them.
Trotting along, trying to work off calories I gazed into the windows trying to see how people decorated close to million dollars homes. My Sheltie took off, pulling the reins, then our little rescue joined the fray and jerked off my feet I landed on a hard ice-covered snow bank.
Growls, barking, and tugging on the reins continued as I tried to sit up, but I kept slipping on the ice. The leases had clicked out of their hold position and the dogs had a couple feet of freedom and they loved it.
A large Doberman galloped toward my little dogs. In addition to the noise, my defenders footwork would have impressed a boxer-in-the-ring. My pets’ guard techniques didn’t detour the enormous dog as it took up most of the sidewalk. Its tail was not wagging.
I rolled over into the street and jumped up, then started reeling-in my pets, while commanding them to come. They weren’t buying it and continued to snarl, bark and growl.
“Katie!” Finally, the sourpuss faced owner, wearing flannel pajamas, came out and addressed the situation. Her dog dominated the sidewalk, snarling with mammoth teeth.
Katie didn’t respond, instead romped closer to my weak-assed stance in the street.
My dogs flanked me and I limped home. They seemed quite proud of themselves, almost noble, as they walked.
I’m all for letting a dog have freedom. I don’t agree with cages, but when a person lives in a neighborhood where there are children and older adults using the sidewalks, or people riding bikes on the streets, secure your pet.
We live on a lake and as much as I hated to create a fence I wanted my pets to be safe and the neighbors to not have to worry about my dogs going into their yards. Be a good citizen, take care of your pets and have consideration for your neighbors.
As I’m finishing this blog for Saturday, I’m in pain, with a sore back, two aching hips and a grapefruit-sized bruise on my left knee.
While not a fan of electric fences, I sure wish Katie’s lazy owner had installed one or at least put her on a leash so she’d stay in her yard instead of attacking my pets.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Eternity by Daisy Banks

A Happy New Year jj and all your readers. Thank you so much for hosting me and helping me celebrate the release of my new book To Eternity, the second book in the Timeless series.

I hope those of you who enjoyed meeting Magnus and Sian in Timeless will enjoy this next step in their story.  I hope those of you meeting them for the first time in To Eternity will want to find out about their past in Timeless.

I am presently in the process of writing Out of Time, Book Three in the series and hope to have it completed this year.

One of my great loves in this story is the house. Over the time I have worked with Magnus and Sian in the setting of the house at Darnwell I have enjoyed their pleasure in the house and gardens. I have chosen an excerpt that gives a flavor of the place where much of the story unfolds.   



To Eternity-wild beneath the moon- Book Two in the Timeless Series.
Blurb
 For four centuries Magnus has lived according to the dictates of the moon, his heart isolated by the domination of his wolf nature. Now fate has brought the beautiful, independent Sian to his house at Darnwell and their irresistible attraction has exploded into a white-hot passion. Yet she is not wolf, and the time has come for her to embrace the change. But once she completes the ritual and claims her place next to Magnus, the rivals will appear on the horizon…
Excerpt
Heartbeat rising with concerns for their discussion, she went through to the bedroom. She dumped her sweater on the chair before she opened the door to the wet room. She caught a glimpse of his slick, dark, wet hair dripping on his broad shoulders. The water cascaded down his back to his firm-muscled ass. Still, his pain beat at her like a night fury. Not anger, but an aching hurt she could do nothing to relieve. She called into the shower. “Shall I pour you some coffee?”
The full power of the spray, along with a waft of steam, drowned out his response. She closed the door. Rather than wait, she poured two cups anyway. Curling her hand around her cup, she settled herself in the huge, oak chair in front of the hearth to wait for him to join her. The carving at the end of the curtained four-poster bed, of two wolves with bodies entwined, spoke to her the same way it had the first time Magnus brought her into this room he’d kept as a private sanctuary for so long. This hand-chiseled image, a reference to his parents who had commissioned the monumental bed, gave her hope. They’d loved, as humans and wolves, their pairing bound in a permanent connection. They’d produced offspring. A son, this magnificent, wonderful man, wolf, person. A wave of emotion brought a lump to her throat while she weighed the possibilities against the current reality. Blinking fast, she swiped at her eyes.
This mood would bring her no good. Crying wouldn’t solve a thing. She’d end up with a sore throat, red eyes, a swollen nose, and none of it would help. If Magnus found her in tears, it would stoke his guilt further. He might even try to send her back to her flat in London. The line she trod with him demanded the balance skills of a gymnast on the beam. Yes, he cared about her, she was certain…up to a point.
Maybe he loved her enough to send her away. Fresh tears welled for she could imagine his explanation. I can’t hurt you like this anymore. You must leave.
Heaven help her, he’d mean every word of it. He’d send her away, then bury himself in majestic misery here while he waited for her to age and die.
“Bugger it all.” Her voice cracked as she set her coffee cup down on the small table beside her chair. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll not leave you, not unless you take me back to London and dump me there, Magnus. I belong here.”
The oak wolves stared back from the wood panel with a silent offer of agreement.
“Too right,” she said forcing herself to relax. “I agreed to stay with him and I will. He’ll just have to get accustomed to a female being around all the time. I’m going nowhere.”
“Had you planned on going somewhere?” he asked, toweling his dark hair as he walked in from the wet room.
“No, I was giving myself a bit of a pep talk.” She sucked in the sight of his broad shoulders, the ripples of muscle on his chest. Her gaze moved down to the towel he’d draped around his middle, clinging snug to the damp curve of his ass. Rising from the chair, she hurried to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her head on his smooth damp shoulder. Her previous experiences had been nothing like this compulsive need for Magnus. When she was nineteen, she’d had a bit of a glow about one boyfriend, but it was a timid kind of affection, rather like standing under a warm shower. With Magnus, she swam in an ocean of unfamiliar sensations, and though some might be scary, she didn’t want them to stop. She wouldn’t stand by silent if Magnus tried to end their relationship because of his guilt for who and what he was, even if he thought it would be good for her.

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