Tomorrow I leave for sunny Florida. I leave behind my Bunny, knowing he's in good hands. The big confrontation scene is coming up next, followed by some luvin' and some reveals. I'm thinking Bunny may shatter the 60k mark by the end of the Meat Grinder. I'm not sure how close he'll come to 70k, I just know I'm nearly at 60k and his story isn't over yet. But he WILL be done before NaNoWriMo hits, I know that for sure.
I'll be without internet, computer or phone for (Friday, Saturday, Sun... gah!) FOUR DAYS. All I'll have is my PDA and my camera (the phone part of my PDA won't really work at sea unless I sign over any future grandchildren to the tenth generation or pay a really hefty fee).
So if anyone needs anything now is the time to get a hold of me.
To tide you over while I'm gone, here's a sneak peek at Bear Necessities:
Oh shit. Oh, fucking shit. Tabby waited as Glory rinsed her hair out. My mate is out there. My mate. What’s even weirder? My mate is a Bear. And I have orange roots.
She was damn near hyperventilating. When she’d called dibs on the dude little did she know she’d actually get him! And now she was going to wind up meeting him for the first time with orange roots. She was going to look like a half melted Skittle. She grabbed Glory’s arm. “Y’all tell him I’m dead. Please?”
Glory grinned. “What is wrong with you?”
“Remember the whole woof woof thing?”
“That guy out there?”
Glory’s eyes widened. “He’s a woof woof too?”
“Er, no. More like grrr grrr.”
Tabby shook her head. “Never mind. That whole werewolf mate thing in romance novels?”
Glory’s mouth did that really wide “O” thing. “Really? He’s your mate?”
“Yes! And I am having serious hair issues.” She put on her best pleading look. “So, tell him I’ve been killed in a horrible vegetable dye accident.”
She held up her hands in mock-prayer. “Pleeeease?” She blinked, trying to look desperate. Hell, she probably did look desperate.
Tabby quivered. That deep, rich voice rolled over her, making her think of wicked things involving dark melted chocolate and lit candles. “No customers allowed in the back room!”
Glory, bless her heart, threw a towel over her face, hiding her hair. “Sorry, you’ll have to wait out front.” Of course, now the towel was soaking up the still running water. She was going to be drowned by a towel.
“Is everything all right in here?” The man’s voice was pure sin, deep and slightly gravelly. “Why is her head covered in a towel?”
“Please. Tabby will… be a while.” She could hear Glory clap her hands and tugged on her shirt, desperate to have the water turned off. “Why don’t you hit one of the diners in the area for lunch? Maybe do a little shopping? Um, oh! Frank’s Diner has the best burgers in town!” Finally someone turned the faucet off saving her from a watery grave. She could just see the obituary: Woman Drowns In Towel.
There was a deep, happy sigh. “All right, if… Tabby, was it? Will be more comfortable. When can I return?”
“Uh…” Glory was obviously at a loss. Cyn was the one who usually took care of Tabby’s hair.
“Try around seven.” Cyn sounded amused, the bitch. “You can take her out to dinner. In fact, Tabby has the rest of the night off.”
“But she has to be back in to work by two tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and the lady loves steak.” Tabby groaned behind her towel. That’s an understatement. “Glory, see to it he has our address, okay?”
“Trust me, just do it.”
“Okay, boss.” The curtain swished, but the scent of Bear remained. Glory must have stepped through the curtain.
“Ladies, it was a pleasure meeting you.” The curtain swished again. The Bear was gone.
“Oh honey. You are so screwed. Literally.”
The towel was whisked off her head. Glory bunched it up, wringing the water out over Tabby’s face. “You always were a greedy bitch. I should get Cyn to leave you with orange roots.”
Tabby sputtered and wiped the water away from her eyes. “Don’t worry, Glory. Some day your prince will come.”
Glory blinked her big blue eyes, trying to look innocent. Tabby had seen that look more than once just before something outrageous came out of Glory’s mouth. “God, I hope so. What would be the point otherwise?”
Cyn started laughing.
Tabby shook her head. “You are so bad.”
Glory smiled her sweet, happy smile. “I know.”
Have a good weekend and I'll talk to you all on Tuesday!