Its been beating me but I finally triumphed. Well, just with the first draft. But I'm officially not looking at it tomorrow. Want to know how I know when a book is done? When I CANNOT stand my characters anymore. I need them out of my head and away from me. 
Faith Anderson stormed into the Institute. She was wet, cold, and naked thanks to the shift she had made, which had destroyed her clothes. Months ago, the last fact would have bothered her but these days she'd gotten so used to being nude, to seeing everyone else in nothing but the skin they were born in, that she really didn't care one hoot who saw her. But the cold and wet bothered her. Not to mention the burn in her belly stemming from a mass conspiracy to keep a very important fact from her.
There was another Kane on the island and apparently he was her mate.
Well, its Saturday. I know a lot of you have been hit already by Hurricane Irene. I hope your indoors, safe, and that your power is still on. I hope the storm passes fast leaving only the memory of a lot of rain and wind in your mind. Pushed away by the beautiful weather that is bound to follow it. 
I had pictures on my camera that I was going to share on my blog today but at first I couldn't find my USB cord and now I can't find my camera. Sigh. Oh well. So, Lady Liberty is posted above instead of my looking horrible smiling for the camera with my kids. 
40 years married. 45 years together. Your love is an inspiration to our whole family! Love you!
Today's six are from the opening of Summer's Wolf. The second book in the Westervelt series. Please make sure to check out all the 6 Sunday entries here! Death.
Someone inside her parents’ house was dead.
Summer Morrison shut the front door with a thud and covered her nose and mouth with her hands. She tried not to gag. The stench of rotten flesh permeated through her hands, into her nasal passages and then coursed around her bloodstream. Her heart pounded and her stomach churned as its contents threatened to make an undesired reappearance.
On our way home!! We had a great vacation but I'm glad to be going home. Hate flying. See you all (on here) soon!
So this picture is actually from a few days ago. My dad, my brother-in-law and three out seven children running in the surf outside of my parent's condo around sunset. It was a beautiful day. Since then, my husband has taken our older two children, joined his family, and gone to Disney World leaving me alone at my parent's with our youngest child, who is about to turn 2. 
So, despite the fact my almost-two year old son got me up WAY too early today, thus prompting my complaining blog post about needing more sleep, I am having a really wonderful vacation. (Thank you Mom and Dad for letting me go back to bed for a little while this morning.) 
Todays six are from Her Wolf: The Westervelt Wolves Book 1, the book that started it all for me. You can purchase it here or at most online bookstores if you are interested. Make sure to visit all the 6-Sunday authors. The list can be found here. When she found him, she stopped breathing for a second as pleasure swirled within her chest. With his dark mane and his proud posture, he would have stood out even if he didn’t avoid the others. She walked closer, just to the edge of where he was visible to her, careful not to draw attention to herself.
Loneliness hung like a tangible cloak around him. Ashlee chuckled at her crazy thoughts. God, if anyone heard her inner dialogue, they’d think she was talking about a man, not a wolf.
As you are reading this, I am probably on an airplane with all three of my kids. Groan. I hate flying. I just do. It doesn't get any easier no matter how long I do it (And I fly a whole lot) so I guess its just always going to be one of my 'things.' 
Hi everyone. Hope you are all feeling better than me. I went to sleep last night, feeling like I had a slight headache. I assumed, as I had in the past, that it would go away. However, at 1:30 AM when the pain was so extraordinary that I woke up practically in tears, I found myself looking for some relief. When the over the counter pain medication didn't do the job, I took a Benadryl hoping it would clear my sinuses and give me some relief. 
Hi everyone, this weeks Six Sentence Sunday comes from my new release Return To The Sea. You can buy it here if you are interested. Also, make sure to check out all the 6-Sunday people here. He sliced the air with his hand, cutting her off. “You must cease dying this very instant. Whatever must be done to get better, do it.”
Despite her resolve to stay stern, a grin crossed her face. He sounded like such a Mer. Her people, if they could still be called that, didn’t understand how life worked outside of the ocean waters.
Today is my release day for Return To The Sea. It can be purchased here or at 3rd party sights. The clock is ticking for Laneigh. Banished from the ocean ten years earlier, Laneigh is shocked to discover all the Mer people living on dry land die within a decade of leaving the sea. With her life ending, she boards a cruise ship, intent on challenging the Mer who destroyed her life. She doesn't expect him to save her—but she has a request she is desperate he honor.
Hearing Laneigh’s name on the wind, Sylarus, son of the Mer king, is powerless to stop himself from seeing her. Defying his father’s edict, he rushes to meet the woman he’s desired his whole life. But when he learns of her impending death, something shifts deep inside Sylarus. He cannot—will not—let her die.
Sylarus and Laneigh face tremendous odds to be together. In the end, they will either change Mer society forever or perish in the attempt. Can true love forgive after a decade of betrayals?
Genre: Fantasy romance, erotic romance
Heat level: 4
Word count – 16k
Cover art by Dara England
~Excerpt~
“Then you are disobeying the edict for no good reason.”
Laneigh hoped her raised eyebrow let Sylarus know how she felt about his remark.
“You aren’t going to tell me why you’re here?”
Laneigh stared at the floor. “I would if I could speak past the lump in my throat.”
Some things had changed. Ten years earlier, she never would have admitted anything burdened her. But parenthood had taught her humility.
He stepped closer to her, and the distinctive aroma of the seawater on his skin drifted to her nose. In a kind world, she could have rubbed herself against him, letting the scent take hold on her own body.
“Did you come because you missed me?”
She stroked her hand over the side of his face. “Is that hope in your voice?”
“I have hope that after a decade of denying us both what we want, you’ve come to your senses and will apologize to the king.”
Exhaustion threatened to overtake her. She shook her head and dropped her hand. Beneath her fingertips had laid a day’s worth of stubble. Whoever was responsible for his care had let him get scruffy. “Your father will live his whole life without my apology.”
He sighed and looked down at the deck. “Then what is it?”
“I’ve come for you. That is true. But not for my own freedom.”
