Socks: instruments of the devil...Yay or Nay? And other musings.

I admit it.

I hate socks. My favorite thing about the weather changing from winter to spring is NO MORE SOCKS. Seriously. Socks suck. They bunch at my toes, slide down uncomfortably, cause blisters, get holes where they shouldn't, make my feet sticky. If I am fond of a pair, they always get lost first. Socks arrive home in pairs but never stay that way, you'd think there would be a way to keep them together, some kind of gravitational attraction toward each other -- like a magnet. But no, one of the pair almost always disappears into the void leaving me with one favorite sock. 

There is a universe out there clogged with single socks and I want to know what they are doing with them. Or, I am inadvertently freeing House Elves every time I do laundry.

Yes, I am working in "As Sure as the Sun" which will be the fourth in the Accidental Roots series. As Sure As... features Sacha Bolic (grumpy US Marshal) and Seth Culver (Adam Klay's 1/2 brother). I am hoping to have it published early September. As soon as I have some cover art I will share it. Just started working on a stand alone possibly set in Skagit, not certain yet, but I think you will all like it.

Here is a reward for reading these silly words:

 

“Have you ever kissed a man before?” Seth asked quietly, brown eyes looking directly into Sacha’s own. Sacha nodded, mute. Not like this, he wanted to say.

“May I?”

Heat flared across his cheeks followed by a searing spark of emotion in his chest, something in his expression must have encouraged Seth though, he leaned forward gently touching his lips to Sacha’s.

Sacha barely restrained from jerking from Seth’s gentle hold. For the first time in his life the desire to know, overcame the terror which had festered since he was small. This would be an actual kiss, not one in a dark hallway or an anonymous bathroom.

Seth was gentle, nothing more than the press of his lips, infinitesimal. Sacha’s lips opened of their own volition wanting more but Seth didn’t take advantage, instead, he softly pressed their mouths together, barely there. A touch so strong it was close to sending Sacha into orbit. He breathed in, smelled the beer they’d had. Felt Seth’s warm breath mingling with his own. Felt.

Lightning didn’t strike, not anywhere except his heart which thundered its response to Seth’s touch. Sacha closed his eyes, opening them again, he found himself staring into a calm brown gaze. Seth’s smiled against Sacha’s mouth, pressed quickly again before leaning back.

“There.”