I got nothin’ today. Spent the weekend at a writer’s retreat with friends, plotting out each others books. Then yesterday I got a kitty, and we basically have slept zero hours here in the Hauf household as the critter explores and tears a dash through everything. Such joy, to have a new cat. Here’s hoping the old one will accept him some time this century.
So because I am basically wordless–and currently typing with a small black paw batting at every key–I’m gonna give something away. I just got copies of my January vamp/witch romance, THE DEVIL TO PAY. This is Ivan Drake’s story. Poor guy, his parents sold his soul to the devil before he was even conceived back in KISS ME DEADLY. Quite a lot for a guy to deal with, I’m sure. And Himself is back with a little romance himself (very little, I promise).
So tell me what your plans are for Thanksgiving. Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house you go? Or everyone coming to your house while you slave over a hot stove?