My God It's Monday

It's funny how some Mondays really feel like they are MONDAYS and other ones are just another day. And it's not always because the day started early or you have fifty million things to do. Sometimes its just because that's how the day feels.

Today totally feels like a MONDAY just because. Maybe because I had a great weekend. I got a bunch of work done, and I also had some great downtime.

I visited the Viking Exhibit at the Museum of History on Saturday. It was fascinating because we hav such a one-dimensional view of the vikings as marauders and it totally was only a small aspect of their lives. And no horns on the hats! They used those to drink out of. Though I have to say, once you had liquid in there, you couldn't let go of it until it was empty.

After that I had lunch at this newish place downtown called Salt. Very fancy -- the chairs around the table were highbacks with dark blue plush fabric. It's not busy on Saturday afternoon so it was nice and quiet and the waiter was super attentive without being too much. I had the pork belly po-boy which honestly was more of a thick cut bacon than a pork belly and it suffered because of it. The bread was good, though, as was the arugula salad.

Came home and got a whole bunch of work done before relaxing for the rest of the evening.

Yesterday I got a bunch of work done in the morning, then went to see Deadpool. I knew nothing about it, and wasn't at all familiar with the comics or the lore. I have to say it was totally fun. Very adult in a good way. Then I had lunch at Lone Star. Queso, Buffalo Chicken Fajitas, and deep fried ice cream for the win! Oh yes, and a frozen lime margarita - I still love the one they do at the Lone Star the best.

Watched a movie on TV in the evening, and relaxed n the evening.

So it was a great weekend.

This week is going to be busy, but when aren't they? Bitten is being re-published by Resplendence on Wednesday and I have several submissions to hand in on the first of the month. I have the rest of the Hammer books to put up, and I have to decide what I'm going to do with all the rest of the ones that I've gotten my rights back on.

Anton has lost almost everything he holds dear, his apartment, his life in the city, and his long-time friend and butler, Jackson, who has been kidnapped by a rival pack. The one thing he still has is his lover and mate, Greg, who is learning to be a werewolf, even as they try to put their lives back to rights.

Determined to get Jackson back, Anton approaches the werewolf pack that’s his to lead by right, but that he’s largely ignored. They agree to help him, but Anton has to embrace his inner wolf to work with them, and to help Greg come to terms with what he is.

Meanwhile, Jackson is trapped—hurting and beaten—praying for rescue that looks unlikely, even as his time is running out.Meanwhile Greg is convinced he’s going crazy, fearing he’s hearing voices that won’t go away.

As pack Alpha, it all falls to Anton to keep his people safe, but there are forces at work that even the strongest werewolf might not be able to overcome. Can Anton keep his friends safe and save his beloved mate from the voices that call to him? Find out in this sequel to Sean Michael’s Bite.

Look for it at Resplendence Publishing on Wednesday.


Happy Monday!
Sean
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