Thursday, June 28, 2012

SHARK'S MATE releases today!!! (m/m)

So I am just doing a happy dance. My book Shark's Mate is finally available and up on the Siren website. I've included an excerpt for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!  


Shanghai Shindu lives a carefree life in the tropics as a shape-shifting shark, hunting the land and the sea. He shows up with the rest of his pack of shape-shifting sharks at the wedding party for his brother. Shanghai never expects to meet his mate at a party full of werewolves and vampires, and is even more shocked to find he is human.
Cain Castle is working undercover as a handyman on the private island, but he is a psychic and a healer helping to keep an eye on the wedding guests. It’s a dangerous job, but there is also the crazy, overwhelming attraction to Shanghai, who doesn’t even acknowledge he exists until the day Shanghai stops a vampire from having him as lunch. Suddenly Cain is swept up in a world full of dark pleasures and sinful delights.



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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wednesday's Words for June 27, 2012

For just the second time in 17 years, I went to a movie theatre Monday night. I had yet to see a “3D” movie, and although we have that new television and it does have that technology, my daughter and husband swore the experience was different in the theatre, and they were right.

There were six of us for this outing—my beloved and our daughter [I guess you could say the rest of us infringed on their usual Monday night excursion] our second daughter, and her two kids, who are the grandchildren I take care of. The movie: Pixar’s Brave.

I can’t tell you why I stopped being a movie fan. We used to go to the cinema from time to time, but when VCRs became all the rage in the 1970s and 80s [oh my God, I am getting old!] we used to not only rent movies every weekend; we rented a lot of them.

Sometimes we’d watch 3 movies on Friday night and 3 movies on Saturday night. This was a family activity, with all five of us in our living room, enjoying the entertainment together. We watched all different genres of films—except, of course, horror movies, or films that had tragically sad endings. I absolutely refused to watch them, period. It just wasn’t ever going to happen.

One incident in particular sticks out in my memory as I look back on those days, but I have to kind of qualify this story first.

As parents, my beloved and I took an unusual stance: we would both rather our children see a movie that had a bare modicum (pardon the pun) of nudity than have them watch a movie with extreme violence or where people got hacked to pieces. Now obviously, we generally didn’t go out of our way rent movies with nudity in them. But once in a while we would get “flashed”.

The year after it came out, we rented The Sword and the Sorcerer with Lee Horsley. In this movie there was one scene when the hero swung through the “harem” on a rope. For the span of about four or five seconds, while the camera ‘followed’ the hero’s swing, the viewer was treated to a background scene of several sets of naked, female breasts.

We were neither of us expecting this; we looked at each other, said nothing, and the movie played on. And, I thought, okay, no harm, no foul as not a one of our three children said a word about it. Christopher was nearly 11 at the time, Anthony 6, and Jennifer 5. I thought: whew, bullet dodged.

The next morning I awoke early to a strange sound. It was click, click, silence for about five seconds then click, click again. Coming from the living room, which was just outside our bedroom, it happened more than a dozen times, and I decided to get up to investigate.

There was my six year old son, Anthony, on the floor in front of the television, remote control in one hand, thumb of the other in his mouth, as he ran that harem shot on the screen over, and over again.

I kind of think my drifting away from watching movies—and television too, because I really don’t watch more than a hand full of hours of that a week—is tied to my reading and writing. At some point after my heart surgery, my interests changed, and I found that, given the choice, I’d rater either read or write than watch a movie.

Through our cable company, we’re able to rent movies on a “pay per view” basis without leaving the house, and if by chance I am in the mood to see a movie, then that is generally what I do. In the past couple of years, I’ve seen The Social Network, The King’s Speech, and The Iron Lady. My sister-in-law (my beloved’s sister) has made it her personal mission to see to it that every couple of months I’m subjected…er, treated to a “girls night”. She brings a couple of movies, “chick flicks”, usually, and she and I and my daughter commandeer the living room to indulge in this female bonding ritual. Hence, I’ve also seen Fried Green Tomatoes, Love Actually, and The Lake House. On the most recent of these evenings, we watched “It’s Complicated” starring Meryl Streep and Alec Baldwin.

There are often margaritas involved in these rituals, so I guess they’re okay.

Ironically it’s my role as author that has prompted me to try and fit in a few more movies recently. Our film media does, after all, reflect our lives, and our collective consciousness. We can take our “social temperature” by looking at the movies we create and watch. It can be argued that it’s difficult to be current with the world if one is ignorant of the art, and art forms, being produced and celebrated by it.

Films and television shows draw the largest audience of all the arts.

While that is true, and I don’t want my books to begin to sound as if they are novels written by a woman not in tune with her times, one thing remains non-negotiable.

I still refuse to watch horror movies, or any movies that have a dreadfully tragic ending. It’s simply not going to happen.


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Bridled Series by Natalie Acres

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Lynlee Lewis is an old-fashioned girl who might as well take the lead in a modern day romance. She met a boy, when he was just a boy. She fell in love, but he barely noticed. Now, Lynlee wants to place a woman’s brand on Blaine McCain, but will his past prevent her from staking a claim?


Lynlee’s gaze darted around the crowded equestrian center as the riding groom led her to the show ring. Prancer danced underneath her, but Lynlee used her leg muscles to grip tighter, determined to drive the feisty mare forward.

Even with a large purse and a grand championship at stake, only one thought crossed her mind.

Where is he?

The announcer welcomed the new competitors. The Five-Gaited Open Division was full of trainers, not amateurs, but Lynlee had the horse for show and the skills to guide Prancer straight into the winner’s circle and claim the coveted victory.

Entering the class with a good first pass, Prancer moved to the outside and struck a gait with an aim to please. The sensational feeling of gaining one of the judge’s attentive gazes washed over Lynlee upon entry. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and see if the judge made a mark on his score card.

Around and around, she met up to the challenge of being in a class some might consider out of her league. She didn’t share those sentiments, and besides, Lynlee only had one reason for being there, and she hadn’t spotted him yet.

Blaine McCain never missed the Annual Carolina Showplace Horse Show in Asheville, North Carolina. And when he arrived, Blaine put forth a lot of effort in order to command center stage. His entourage, a pack of pretty boys, gained every woman’s undivided attention. If he walked into the facility, Lynlee would see him.

“Rack ’em on!” The announcer called out. Prancer’s hooves plodded against the ground, and by the time Lynlee returned her focus to the horse under hand, the crowd hummed with plenty of praise.

Glancing out of her peripheral vision, she made a beautiful pass in front of the judges, and in Lynlee-style, she flipped her wrist and gave Prancer the signal her mounts recognized. The gesture was a simple movement to warn of a nearby crop she never used, but the horses she trained responded to the caution and let their legs work for the money.

A few minutes later, the crowd took to their feet and palms came together as they cheered for Lynlee and Prancer, the champions of the hour. With her number called then her name, she relied on her loyal companion to march toward the gate. She waited for the roses, smiled for the cameras, accepted her blue ribbon, and enjoyed a coveted victorious finish, all the sweeter when she spotted Blaine.

With a standing ovation and many admirers, Lynlee savored everything about her ten seconds of glory. The relished championship made the moment priceless, but Blaine gave her something more. He nodded his head in her direction and nudged one of his buddies in the process.

Life was never sweeter until she went one way, and Prancer went the other.

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Clearing his throat, Lantry said, “Walk me through what happened.”

Lynlee faced him. Sitting Indian-style, she picked at firm grass blades and began with, “Blaine and I had a rough day.”

“I heard. You don’t have to tell me about that.”

“I don’t mind. The McCains don’t have secrets. If they do, this one will surely come out anyway, if it hasn’t already been discussed over at the shooting range.”

Lantry snickered. “Wouldn’t you like to be one of those bullets in a plastic case over there?”

“I’d probably be a target,” she teased.

When the laughter subsided, he cupped her face and said, “Never.”

Another uncomfortable silence passed, and he released her. “Tell me what happened before I get in trouble here.”

Lynlee nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Blaine’s phone was dead, so he asked to borrow mine. He said he needed to talk to someone at the Wheeler feedlots. While he was on the phone, Rhett was texting…a lot. When Blaine disconnected the call, he read the text from Rhett. It was pretty personal.”

“Really?” Lantry asked, definitely probing.

“Rhett asked for text sex.”

Lantry snorted at that.

“Yeah, I know. Well, you’d have to understand the relationship Rhett and I have.”

“Relationship?” Lantry asked, feeling a twinge of jealousy and pissed at himself for feeling envy in the first place.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know about us. We have a history. I’m sure you’ve heard all about it.”

“A short one,” Lantry reminded her. “It’s about to get shorter, too.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, come on now, Lynlee, I mean, look at the past you have with the McCains. We were family before you married Blaine. There’s nothing I don’t know about you.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Lantry McCain,” she whispered, patting his hand until he jerked away. He was afraid of her touch, of how her fingers raking across his made him feel as if a sudden surge of electricity zipped straight through his balls.

“Anyway,” she continued, “after the first text was behind him, Blaine read the others. For some reason I’d saved them.”


She shrugged. “You have to understand how things were between all of us. Before the wedding, your parents were traveling. Blaine was in Texas every week, and he knew what was going on with Carlisle and Rhett. He gave his consent, his blessing, really.”

“So Blaine knew from the beginning you were sleeping with Carlisle and Rhett when he wasn’t in town?”

“Of course, he knew. I love him.”

Lantry took a deep breath. “Do you love Rhett and Carlisle, too?”

“I thought you wanted to know what happened the night I met Marks.”

“I do, and you’re right. Don’t answer that. How you feel about Carlisle and Rhett is none of my business.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked, the question a real humdinger.

“Don’t go there with me, Lynlee,” he warned. “You can’t handle what you’ve got, much less what you’re inviting.”

“You don’t know that,” Lynlee replied, gnawing her bottom lip. “Besides, I feel safe with you.”

“You should,” Lantry said, tipping the end of her nose with his forefinger. “I’ve been looking out for you since you were a kid.”

“Yes, but I’m not a child anymore, Lantry.”

He pushed away from the ground and stood. Pushing his fingers through his hair, he said, “Maybe we should go back to the house and talk about this.”

“I’m not ready to leave. It’s a beautiful day, and I’m content right here.”

He grunted and sat back down.

“I won’t bite, Lantry.”

“You’re hitting on me, Lynlee.”

“A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, did it?”

“I don’t know. Is that how it started with Carlisle?”

Lynlee tilted her head and shot him a million dollar smile. “That’s exactly how everything began with Carlisle.”

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Lynlee Lewis McCain is a targeted woman. Unable to understand why she’s another madman’s bull’s-eye, Lynlee relies on the McCain brothers to save her. But after one lunatic is put to rest, there’s another one awaiting his turn—and he shows his face when he’s least expected.


Lynlee McCain sat with her knees tightly drawn against her chest. She tilted her head upward and inhaled the warm North Carolina mountain breeze rich with a variety of refreshing fragrances including a blend of lilac, honeysuckle, freshly cut grass, and a hint of hyacinth.

The morning was the start of a glorious May Day. Lynlee plucked a buttercup from the soft soil, counting her blessings—and she had several to consider. The year in review brought a smile to her face, but just as quickly as she thought of the men in her life, she also recalled the threat that almost destroyed them all. Twirling the flower stem between forefinger and thumb, her mind’s eye refused to leave the past where bad memories should’ve remained. Dead and buried.

A few yards beyond a wooded nest of tall oaks and mature maples, birds scattered, rising high above the massive green bouquet of natural beauty. The flock didn’t depart with a soft song or silent glide toward the sky. Instead, they flew away as if someone disrupted them, like an intruder invaded their country, their fields. Flapping wings and high-pitched squealing resounded, reminding Lynlee of a bad scene from a horror movie.

“Is someone there?” Lynlee called out, pressing her palms to the ground. Lynlee’s pulse raced. Her heart pounded harder and harder. Someone was watching. Danger lurked. She sensed trouble. And rarely, if ever, was her sixth sense wrong.

“Hello?” she yelled, her eyes searching the meadows, the pasture beyond the rushing brook and spring-fed fishing pond.

Leaves whispered the only reply, ruffling with a rising wind. Lynlee hurried to her feet, alert and anxious.

She scoured the lay of the property before her. This was McCain territory, her land and home.

Two large forms emerged from the full forest. At first glance, she released a sigh, relieved to see men she initially thought were two of her own. Dressed in denim jeans and fitted T-shirts, their approach was slow and easy. One cowboy, the tallest fellow, took the lead. Coming forward, he kept a predator’s gait, cautious and deliberate with his head down, the brim of his hat settled low on his brow. That’s when she spotted a noticeable limp.

None of her guys walked with a break in their stride.

Lynlee recognized the danger, the old promise of a dated threat humming in her ears, beating softly like death’s march. Lynlee didn’t waste another moment by second-guessing her fear. She’d learned valuable lessons from the past and if she wanted to survive, there was only one thing left to do—run.

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Monday, June 25, 2012

Angelic Forecast ~ #199

"Yes. As long as we remain inside the pyramid there will be no disruption. No harm to any timeline." He takes of hold of my hand, his love for me like a warm tropical breeze inside me.

Even though I cringe inside at my next question, I ask anyway. "The Destroyer, what were you about to say?"

"Even now, there is a battle being waged to gain control of the Destroyer. As there is a battle for control over the Olympic ritual."

My spine turns to ice. "Ritual? What do you mean?"

Dhuroth cups my head tenderly, and caresses over my hair. "The Dark Ones intend to complete what is called a satanic ritual on Earth. However, the good force is using their magick to claim the fire, the flame of the Olympic torch."

"Then the torch flame is being used as an important part of the ritual." My heart beats fast, too fast.

"Fire is dimensional in nature. One who stares into the flames may see through to another world. The Olympic flame is being used to open a gateway, as an invitation to sinister beings who once ruled Earth."

"The stargate?"

"No, this is a specific gateway, a separate door so to speak. However, yes, as we have discussed they are also attempting to open an intergalactic stargate."

'Evil upon evil," I murmur, then shake uncontrollably.



From this point forward, the Dragon of Tyranny battles the Dragon of Liberty. It will be a fight to the death. This ongoing struggle will affect everyone on Mother Earth in profound ways, often unusual ways.

Around the world, 'resistance' to the establishment rises with the fiery strength and swiftness of a phoenix. Soon each day will become a choice, and every individual will have to decide -- do I choose liberty or bow before tyranny?

The following week begins a period in time where 'the extreme' rules. The rending of all that has been continues in quantum leaps, while the emergence of what will be shoots up like Spring growth. This is humanity's opportunity, and each individual's chance, to choose a new path, a new way. One that is from the heart and directed by the soul.

On the paranormal front, the campaign to freak the population out over an impending extraterrestrial invasion continues. This will be done with subtle psychological maneuvering of the press, by planting misinformation with whistleblowers, and by using the power of the entertainment media.

On the economic front, crash, boom, bah humbug. It's not a pretty picture around the world, and it will only get worse this week. The bankster gangsters have lost control of their ravenous zombi-bank monster at this point. While this 'monster' consumes its own tail, and destroys everything in sight, plans are in the works for a series of bank holidays which are already happening, but disguised so the public at large will remain fooled.

Declaring themselves the saviors and the rulers, the bankster gangster crew will demand 'the people' obey them. Out of this, a tide of resistance grows, and THOSE who truly care about humanity will stand together. They will be instrumental in bringing about a new economy.

Also, remember, barter is one wave of the future. Dare to prepare now.

On the truth front, the gargantuan evil that is censorship rises like your worst nightmare. This worldwide iron fist is meant to crush any opposition. Already, covert cyber technology is being used by the dark-side psychopaths to crush the human spirit forever. If allowed to continue, books, videos, and writings of every kind, will disappear into the blackhole of history -- one that will be said never to have existed.

As well, a major player in the new world order will be OUTED this week.

On the war front, for the next several months, the northern and southern border wars intensify horrifically. It will be difficult for the brain-drain media to keep this brutal conflict hidden. On the global front, this week there will be major clashes as the bad-cabal-guys try to trigger a world war, and collapse the economy even more.

On the AWAKENING front, humanity continues to wake up around the truth about war -- as a means by the soulless ones to control and conquer all of 'the people'. Out of this realization, many will change sides to stand with THOSE of us who love humanity, and love life.

On the personal front, this week it's all about relating to others and how you do it -- your strengths, your weaknesses. Relationship with others, with everything in life, is the golden key to the Aquarian Age. This is the time to simply notice your personal interactions. How they flow, or don't -- no need for any judgement. This is about learning what works and what doesn't.

Also, this week is ideal to begin or continue any projects that will assist your well-being in the future.

At this time, personal protection becomes crucial, and so is being with like-minded people. With the economy leaving many desperate, extra caution is needed.

On the food front, genetically modified grass is off-gassing cyanide, and killing cattle in Texas according to a veterinarian report. As never before, the dangers of GM crops is being exposed.

On the good side, people are returning to the land in droves, and many will become the farmers and ranchers of the future.

On the land changes front, this is a complex and volatile picture. Mother Earth is growing in size, and reforming herself. Her tectonic plates are shifting, and there are key changes taking place around the planet's core. As well, the weather wars rage on, and so do the earthquake wars. Therefore, devastation is always around the corner, and will be used as an excuse to bring in draconian measures.

On the really bad news front, another Great Divide forms at this time. Those in the population who have been successfully 'zombified' will now hamper and come against the individuals who have 'not' been completely mind controlled by the system.

Also, class warfare and race wars are being provoked by deliberate propaganda programs disguised to appear like public service announcements. As has been stated before, every diabolical method is/will be used to get us all fighting with each other. This includes the use of *not-for-public-view* mind frequency technology that alters the best of friends into instant enemies.

Despite the recent public announcement that drone bases exist across the country, and drones are to be used against Americans, these news reports have now been silenced by the establishment, after an outcry. However, the drones are here. They are deadly and they are flying.

Trendwise, as the year, 2012, progresses, success becomes defined differently. This trend has been happening since the mid nineties. Now it will fast forward, and true success will be measured by how well you relate to others, your standup character -- and by what you bring to others that helps them build a better life.

Another trend, clothing styles are about to undergo a massive change for large sections of the population. This happens because so many are changing their lifestyles, and their ideas about how to live life. Practicality will rule over style. However, style now becomes the province of the individual, and a renaissance of fashion blooms. Often clothing choices will be a reflection of a particular community. The day of the dynastic fashion houses is fast coming to a close, except for the few rich-enough clingers.

This will be a serendipitous week in many ways, and unexpected joy is likely to light up your heart. Enjoy.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.


~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?


It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

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Friday, June 22, 2012

Shark's Mate is up for Pre-order and 10% off

I have great news! Shark's Mate went up for pre-order and will be 10% off for a limited time. 


Shanghai Shindu lives a carefree life in the tropics as a shape-shifting shark, hunting the land and the sea. He shows up with the rest of his pack of shape-shifting sharks at the wedding party for his brother. Shanghai never expects to meet his mate at a party full of werewolves and vampires, and is even more shocked to find he is human.
Cain Castle is working undercover as a handyman on the private island, but he is a psychic and a healer helping to keep an eye on the wedding guests. It’s a dangerous job, but there is also the crazy, overwhelming attraction to Shanghai, who doesn’t even acknowledge he exists until the day Shanghai stops a vampire from having him as lunch. Suddenly Cain is swept up in a world full of dark pleasures and sinful delights.
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Thursday, June 21, 2012


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Fleeing memories of her recent divorce and longing for some control over her life, Abigail Cosslin takes a two-week vacation at an exclusive resort that caters to its guests’ every desire. When she becomes involved with two of the resort’s mysterious, sexy owners, she doubles her pleasure, but what are they hiding?

Zachary Neville and Emmett Fallon are Nephilim who’ve been imprisoned on Earth for ninety years, and unless they fall in love with a mortal woman, they’re destined to live out eternity indulging in their favorite vices with no permanent satisfaction.

Zach and Emmett helped start Lilith’s Playground during Prohibition as a way to snub those who had a hand in their punishment, but each man longs for true love.

When they meet and seduce Abigail, hope begins to build. But will she believe their story and accept them on such terms? Or will she be lost to them forever?

Abigail caught the scent of baked apples and cinnamon, causing her stomach to rumble. When she stepped inside the stables, she hugged her elbows. Heat lamps were scattered along the floor, but the temperature still had to be below freezing. A couple of horses whinnied at her presence, and one stuck its muzzle over the stall door as she walked past. She stopped to stroke his forehead, when Zach rounded a corner.

The smell of baked apples grew stronger, and Abigail realized it had to be coming from him. What was with the owners here? Did they all smell like something delicious and mouthwatering? She’d obviously been too distracted to notice his scent at dinner.

His pewter eyes regarded her with surprise. Snow dotted his wavy hair, and his cheeks were ruddy, as though he’d been outside for some time. “Abigail. Are you signed up for a sleigh ride?”

She shook her head, struggling to remember all the things she’d planned to say to him. Her breath came in short gasps as they stood staring at each other. What was wrong with her? She had nothing to fear from this man.

“Taking a walk then?” His speech was no longer slurred and his tone pleasant, not sarcastic or insolent, as it had been earlier. She started to wonder if she’d hallucinated the entire conversation at dinner.

“I came to find you.” Squaring her shoulders, she held his gaze. “I have a few things to say to you.”

He strolled next to her and patted the horse. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he? Name is Antares. We’ve named them all after stars.”

Abigail was stunned into silence. A few hours ago, this man had been drunk and incredibly rude. Now he stood here, smelling good enough to eat, talking about horses and stars. Had she stepped into The Twilight Zone?

When he fixed her with an intense gaze, her heart skipped a beat. “Will you take a ride with me? We can talk in the sleigh.”

What game did he think he was playing? “We can talk right here.”

“I’d love to show you the trails. They wind through the pines, and we’ve lit them with torches to keep them warmer.”

“I don’t understand you at all, Zach.”

His gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, then regarded her again with a mixture of sadness and regret. His eyes were the most unusual shade of gray she’d ever seen, and had almost an iridescent quality to them. She blinked to keep from staring.

“Come on. Let’s hitch up Antares. He hasn’t been out in a few days, and I think he’s itching to take a walk in the snow.”

As if the horse were a coconspirator, he whinnied and began to prance. Abigail watched Zach put the bridle on Antares, then followed him outside where several men waited to help him hitch the horse to a sleigh. What was it about this man? Why didn’t she simply insist they talk in the stable? It was freezing cold out here.

As he took her hand to help her into the sleigh, an electric jolt shot through her body, despite the fact they both wore gloves. Soon her arm was infused with warmth that spread all the way down to her toes. What the hell?

He climbed in next to her and grabbed the reins as she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the power this man seemed to cast over her. If she didn’t get this out now, she never would. It was time to stand up for herself.

“You were incredibly rude at dinner. I’m a paying customer.”

“I agree.”

“What?” She turned to face him, expecting to see mockery on his face, but his gaze was fixed on the trail ahead of them.

“I said I agree with you. I was rude. You’re a guest and should be treated with respect. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Well, that certainly took the wind from her sails. Now what? “Why did you speak to me that way?”

“Because when I get drunk, I can’t control my tongue.” He sighed, glanced sideways with what could almost be called a grin, then turned his attention back to the trail.

“Then perhaps you should refrain from drinking alcohol?”

He chuckled softly. “Right again.”

“I sound like I’m lecturing you. Sorry.”

“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t touch the stuff.” He gave her another sideways glance, this time filled with curiosity. “My turn for a question. Why did you come on this vacation?”

Abigail was grateful for the dim light, and the fact her sudden flush could be attributed to the cold. “I told you at dinner. Sharon enjoyed it.”

“But that’s not why you came. I want to know what Abigail Emily Cosslin expected from this trip.”

Shit. She’d walked right into this one. If she evaded his question, she’d come across as rude and bitchy. Plus she’d already nailed him for not responding to direct questions, and here she was doing the same thing.

“Sharon’s description sounded intriguing.”

“What specifically intrigued you?”

“I’d rather not say.” Coward.

She’d expected Zach to keep pushing, but instead he settled back against the leather bench. Abigail would never admit this to him, but it was quite breathtaking out here. The torches cast enough warmth to make the ride comfortable, and the pines sighed and whispered in the soft breeze. Bells jingled softly on the sleigh as they rode. With any other man, this would be incredibly romantic.

Their legs touched as the horse trotted along. There was no room to inch away. Abigail tried not to notice the way his thigh muscles flexed each time he shifted his weight. The smell of apples and cinnamon was stronger now, and she wondered if that was because of the night air. When she realized she no longer felt chilled to the bone, a sudden ripple of alarm sent a shiver through her.

Men didn’t smell like food or have the power to charge the air around them with electricity. They didn’t seduce her with a glance or warm her entire body by their mere presence. Abigail had to admit she hadn’t believed most of the things Sharon had told her about this place. But now that she was here, she had to accept the fact that Sharon might not have been exaggerating.

“Then at least tell me why you were crying at dinner.”

She snapped her gaze to his face. Those pewter eyes held her spellbound, as if she were looking into a pool of shimmering water. The sound of sleigh bells faded into the background as the pool grew larger, promising warmth, peace, and comfort. All she had to do was dive in.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Wednesday's Words For June 20, 2012

My mother raised me to be polite at all times. There were certain mores of behaviour that she instilled in me, and I guess they stuck pretty well, because I still cling to them today, sometimes even in the face of unbelievable circumstance.

For example, when mom and I would go to my aunt and uncle’s for dinner, I wasn’t expected to just help with the after dinner clean up. I was expected to do it all—by myself.

Likewise, growing up, if I was a guest in anyone’s home for dinner, and they served something I really didn’t like, too bad for me. I was expected to eat it and say, “yum yum, thank you.”

Maybe you could class that as a white lie, but I don’t think there’s any real sin involved in that one.

We lived out in a rural community all through my youth, the same one my beloved and I moved to after our first year of marriage. You didn’t often get any “traveling salesmen”. Oh, they came by once in a while, but not often.

Even as I kid I got a kick out of the Fuller Brush man. He always had some little do-dad he would leave behind, even if you said “no, thank you”.

As a matter of fact, I recall when it was acceptable to say “no thank you” to the peddler at the door, and their response would inevitably be, “thank you for your time, have a nice day”.

Not, apparently, anymore.

Lately there has been a new breed of “traveling salesman” prowling our neighborhood. These are young, brash, hard-sell engineers who not only don’t take “no” for an answer, they’re rude.

And not only are they rude, they are pushy and try to intimate you. One man I particularly recall from a couple of years ago came to the door, wanting me to sign up with an “energy re-distributer”. Do you get them in your area?

Now, if the electricity rates had doubled when we got our “smart meters” - that is to say, if we were the kind of people to ignore the “peak periods” and use our a/c, our washer and our dryer at those times—then maybe, and I mean maybe, one of those contracts might have saved us a few dollars.

But I am leery, on principal, of anyone who wants you to sign on the dotted line right away. As if they know that if you have a moment to think things over, you’ll see reason and say: no, thank you.

So I told this gentleman, “no, thank you”, oh, probably about four or five times at least. Despite the fact that my anger was increasing I didn’t slam the door in his face or tell him to take, um, a flying leap. I was still trying, you see, to be polite.

However, this particular gentleman pulled out what he must have thought was his “big gun argument”. Now please keep in mind, I am dressed very casually around the house most days, when I am writing. My hair is caught up, haphazardly in a clip; I’m decently covered, but I am wearing jammies—long ones in the winter, short ones in the summer, but jammies for me are my “business apparel” of choice.

This would-be salesman of the year looked me up and down, and said, “Perhaps you’re just too stupid to understand what I’m saying to you.”

Now friends, there does come a moment, and I am certain my mother, rest her soul, would agree, when it is time to abandon that which clearly does not work.

So I said, “Actually, I probably would score well above you on any IQ test you’d care to name. Moreover, I’m a published author, and, congratulations, you’ve earned a spot in my next novel as the obnoxious itinerate asshole.”

Well, perhaps my mother wouldn’t quite approve of my language, but I did feel ever so much better when I then shut the door in his face.


Monday, June 18, 2012

Read the 1st Chapter of When Promise Meets Passion

****coarse language omitted for blog audience.


Chapter 1

United States, Present day

Cole got out from behind the wheel and slammed the door of his Tahoe so hard the entire vehicle shook. Acid rose in his throat, and he fought the urge to duck behind the Dumpster and hurl. He had closed the five-mile distance between the station and the hospital in record time once he’d gotten the call that Leah had been shot. Panic caused him to nearly walk into the automatic double doors when they didn’t slide open fast enough. There were three things on his agenda. Make sure she was okay, find out what the **** went wrong, and kick the living **** out of whoever was responsible.
Her partner, Colby, was standing in the hallway outside an ER cubicle and met him halfway. “Chief, slow down. She’s going to be fine. It’s just a flesh wound.”
He cared little for the nervous tone in the officer’s voice. It’s not like it was a secret that everyone in the damn department was afraid of him. His protective nature over Leah only made them fear him more. Walking past and ignoring the man’s comment, he pushed the curtain aside and went in.
“Sir, you can’t be in here right now,” a nurse said with annoyance.
Cole didn’t miss the displeased look on the doctor’s face as he continued stitching up Leah’s arm, nor did he care. He wasn’t there to make friends.
“You can call me Chief Bottego, and I am going nowhere until I find out how she is,” he insisted while pointing his finger in their patient’s direction.
“Chief, I’m fine,” Leah assured him.
He bit back a curse when she used his official title. It pissed him off when she did that. He’d known her since she was ten years old riding her bike and wearing pigtails for Christ’s sakes. His name was Cole, damn it.
He raised a brow at her. “Really, Leah? Because from where I’m standing, you’ve got blood trailing down your arm and the word on the radio is that it came from a bullet.”
Rolling her eyes at him, she answered him with as much sarcasm as he gave her. “Well, as usual, you know all. Yes, Chief, I was shot, but it was a through and through, clean and no damage.”
“A through and through? Colby said it was just a flesh wound!”
“Sir! There are other patients in this emergency room. Please wait outside. You can come in once the doctor has finished.” The nurse pointed to the door, not giving him a choice.
He flung the curtain to the side and saw Colby sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the hall. Seeing him relaxing with a cup of coffee in hand added more fuel to the already-boiling fire raging inside him.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Chief, look I know you’re upset, but...”
Cole cut him off. “Do you? I don’t think you have a ****ing clue! She’s your partner. It’s your job to have her back. You mind telling me just why in the hell she’s lying in that cubicle bleeding and you’re out here enjoying a nice cup of joe?”
“Jesus, do you think I wanted this to happen? There was no way this could’ve been prevented.”
“Don’t give me that ****! There is always a way an officer getting shot can be prevented.”
“No disrespect, Chief. But that is not the case in this circumstance. We were walking out of Harris’s Diner after having lunch and some gangbangers just opened fire. We ducked, got cover, and called for backup, but they sped away.”
This was exactly the reason he hadn’t wanted to hire her when she graduated the academy last spring. Still, he had, worried that if he didn’t one of the other neighboring towns would pick her up. Westbrook’s normally quiet and safe suburban atmosphere had taken a turn for the worse during the past year. Gangs from the city had branched out to the local middle and high schools, recruiting new members to help push their drugs and violence. There had been an influx of crime activity in the past several weeks that they hadn’t been prepared for.
“Tell me you got a description of the shooter,” he said.
“Not exactly. But, I did get a vehicle description and partial plate. Put a BOLO out on it already, but so far no leads have turned up.”
Cole ran his hand through his hair. He needed to do something with this restless energy to keep himself from punching a damn hole through the wall. It wasn’t Colby he was pissed at. The whole damn situation made him furious. She shouldn’t even be in a line of work that put her in harm’s way.
“All right. I’m sure you did the best you could in the few seconds you had. You can leave and head back to the station. Get your report filed, and head back out. I want to get the son of a bitch who did this.”
“Chief, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to stay with my partner.”
Placing his hands on his hips, he glared at Colby. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Get back to the station, and do your damn job. That’s an order!”
Colby got up from his chair without argument and quietly walked down the corridor, leaving the emergency department. For the past several weeks he’d been getting a bad vibe about how close Leah and Colby had seemed to be getting. It was no secret in the station that most of the men thought she was hot. Several times he had walked in on men talking about her with a locker-room mentality. Despite him making it clear to the entire department that she was an officer just as they were and there was a no fraternization policy, he knew damn well any one of the horny bastards would make a move on her if given half the chance.
Minutes later, the doctor and nurse exited the curtained area and motioned him inside with as much kindness as they showed before. He took a deep, calming breath, trying to steel his nerves against the emotions that had wracked his body in the past twenty minutes since he’d gotten word Leah was injured.
****! How he hated that she insisted on being a cop. She had a college degree, was intelligent and capable of doing thousands of other things. Still, he had promised her brother, his best friend, that he would take care of his baby sister. His vow to do just that was something he took seriously, but damn he hated how ****ing stubborn she could be.
The only saving grace was that he had talked her out of joining the Marines and following in her big brother’s footsteps. No longer in the corps and now in law enforcement, Cole knew he stood a better chance of keeping an eye on her as an officer of the law than as some corporal off in butt-**** middle of nowhere getting shot at by the Taliban.
“Are you going to come in here now? Or you going to stand out there stewing and rehearsing your speech to me about how dangerous this job is?”
He shook his head and couldn’t hold back the grin at her calling him out, knowing exactly what he was thinking. She was a piece of work, that one. Pushing his smile aside, he thought back to the moment when he got the call. There was no way he was going to walk in there with anything but a stern look so she knew just how serious this was.
Pushing the curtain aside, he walked in. “I wasn’t going to say that, but since you bring it up, we might as well get into it.”
“Or we could not, because the argument is growing tired.”
“Better to be tired than dead, Leah.”
She let out a growl of frustration and stood up from the bed. After just one step she lost her balance and started to sway. He went to her, wrapped his arms around her, and held her up.
“Jesus, would you sit the hell down? Let me get the doctor.”
“Stop it! I’m fine. They gave me a shot of morphine for the pain. I just stood up too fast and felt a little light-headed. That’s all.”
Cole looked at her lying down against the wide hospital bed. The contrast in size made her seem so tiny. He couldn’t help but remember a time four years earlier when she’d been lying just like this after a car accident. The only difference was that night she had cuts all over her face from the impact with the windshield. Her parents had held it together fairly well in spite of the trauma they’d endured. He didn’t handle it as well. She had scared the **** out of him that night.
It was the day after her brother’s funeral. Her whole family struggled with the loss of their only son, but Leah had taken it the worst. Even though they were ten years apart, Dex and Leah shared a special bond. She was his little pip-squeak and he her hero.
Cole still missed him, too. He’d been one of the best snipers the corps ever had, and Cole was his spotter. While a bullet had always been his method for taking out an enemy, in the end an IED was what had taken him from them.
Eighteen at the time, Leah was already at a sensitive time in her life. The death of her brother sent her over an emotional edge. In the blink of an eye she went from daily correspondence with her brother to never being able to speak to him again. She never outright said it, but he knew she was angry with him. Mad that he’d chosen to serve in a war over being home with his family.
All of it proved to be too much for her, and she stole a bottle of whiskey from her parents and headed toward the lake she used to fish at with Dex. Several hours and a third of Jack Daniel’s later and she wrapped her small Honda Civic around a telephone pole.
He fought the chills as he remembered the pictures of the vehicle from the accident scene. It was a miracle she’d survived. An angel in the form of a marine had been with her that night, he was sure of it. There was no way Dex had left her. He may not be with them in the flesh, but he was there and would always be watching over his baby sister.
“Cat got your tongue, Chief?”
Her sarcasm brought him back to the present. “Damn it, Leah. Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn? Can’t you just take it easy? You were shot, for crying out loud.”
“Don’t baby me, Chief. I’m an officer just like any other on the force. If I was a man, would you tell me to take it easy?”
****. ****. Damn.
He wanted to scream she was so infuriating. So what if he coddled her a little more than the other officers? He had known her for thirteen years, since she was a child, and watched while she grew up from a little obnoxious girl to a beautiful young woman. All the more infuriating was that she was right. He wouldn’t have treated any other officer the way he did her. How could he though?
“Do you really have to pull the woman card today? I think you’re over your quota on that one, and besides a bullet wound does give me a right to worry. Let me just take you home and get you settled. It will make me feel better, and then I can focus on finding the bastard who shot you.”
“I’ll stop pulling the woman card when you start to realize and respect the fact that I have a badge and earned it regardless of my lacking in the penis department.”
He looked up and prayed to the good Lord above to grant him the serenity to deal with her antagonizing ways. It drove him mad when she talked like that. Ever since she’d been sworn in and received her shield and gun, she’d been on a constant mission to prove she could hang with the boys. She was too blind and naïve to realize that their department was essentially filled with a bunch of male chauvinist pigs who couldn’t see past her petite frame and generous curves. Not to mention how much it pissed him off that even he noticed how good of a body she had. Between her lingerie-model physique, rich dark-brown hair, matching chocolate-colored eyes, and olive skin, she was every man’s dream.
More than once he’d wished she didn’t have a natural and alluring beauty about her. Some tomboyish features and less eye-catching curves and the other men wouldn’t even notice her. No such luck though. Leah was one of those women, a knockout with very little effort on her part, and she didn’t even know it.
“Would you cut the tough talk out, already? I get it. You are woman. I hear you roar. Can we go now?”
“Thanks anyway, but I’ll have Darren take me home,” she replied.
There it was. The one thing that was sure to send his nerves over the edge to the absolute ****ing breaking point. Darren? She was calling him Darren now? His name was Officer Colby. Not ****ing Darren.
He knew it was a mistake partnering her up with Darren Colby. Well, that wasn’t totally true. The fact of the matter was Colby was the best option he had at the time. The kid came from a good family and didn’t have the reputation of being a womanizer, so Cole figured he would be the safest choice. All the other officers would’ve tried to get in her pants in the first week. Of that, he was positive. Damn it all to hell. Now he was going to have to worry about this ****, too.
“Darren? Oh, I assume you mean Officer Colby. Yeah, well, your partner left.” He tried to keep his tone even and calm despite his unsteady nerves.
“He left? I can’t believe he didn’t stay to see if I was okay.”
The disappointment he heard in her voice was even more evident on her face. She liked her partner, and now her feelings were hurt. He ignored the uneasy feeling that knowledge gave him. Surely she would eventually meet men and start to date. She was nearly twenty-four years old. He couldn’t keep her in a protective bubble forever. Could he?
“There’s work to be done, kiddo. In case you haven’t heard, a car load of gangbangers opened fire on some officers today. Kind of takes priority over carting your stubborn **** home.” He said it with a smile, hoping to cut through some of the tension between them. He hated fighting with her.
“Fine. Would you please take me home, Chief Bottego?”
“I suppose. No one else is going to do it. Lord knows you’re a damn handful and a half. Come on.”
He put his arm around her waist to steady her as she rose from the bed. A few steps and she seemed to be doing okay. The same nurse who made it clear she wasn’t his biggest fan rushed to them. She pushed a wheelchair toward Leah and insisted that she had to be escorted out of the hospital in it. She stated her reasons, something about policies and procedures that Cole cared little of hearing about. He waved her off and continued down the long corridor to the parking lot.
Once he ushered her into the Tahoe, he went around to the other side. Stopping just behind the driver’s side taillight and taking a deep breath. The realization that things could have gone very differently and she could be dead right now finally hit him like a ton of bricks. The thought shook him to the core. Hell, everything about her shook him to the core. He was constantly worrying and thinking about her. The first week she was on patrol he hadn’t caught a minute of sleep. He ignored the uneasiness and got in behind the wheel.
“Everything all right?” she asked.
“Other than you getting shot? Yeah, everything’s just peachy,” he answered without looking back at her, afraid his eyes would give him away.
Pulling out of the lot, he glanced back to check for cars before changing lanes. In his peripheral vision he caught a glimpse of her bandaged arm. It wasn’t a bad wound. He’d sure as hell seen bullet wounds worse than that more times than he cared to remember during his years in the corps. So, why in the hell couldn’t he get past the gut wrenching thought of a bullet penetrating her tiny body?
They drove to her house in silence. He couldn’t speak for her lack of words, but he could find none to say. None that she would want to hear anyway. The only thing that sat on the tip of his tongue, just dying to be heard, was that she needed to quit. He wanted her to find a nice, safe line of work, something that didn’t involve guns, violence, and crime. Anything but being a cop.
A common phrase from the corps came to mind. Wish in one hand, **** in the other, and see what fills up first. He knew all the arguments in the world wouldn’t change the fact that she was bound and determined to wear that badge. She was on some sort of a mission to live up to her brother’s memory. He wished she would realize that this was the last thing Dex would have wanted for his baby sister.
That which does not kill me only makes me stronger. Or some kind of bull**** like that.

Angelic Forecast ~ #198

My lion man's confidence, and his slight tug on my hand, eases me. I sweep my gaze over the foliage-dense landscape.

There are smallish palm trees with fronds that nearly touch the ground. A carpet of clover with various-colored blooms stretches into the distance. Sparkling pools of water mirror the turquoise blue sky while water spills into them, gushing over natural formations of rock. At least, the rock looks natural.

"Where's the pyramid?" I ask.

"We are inside, my Sh’raka. However, we are seeing outside."

Amazement owns me as I scan the exotic landscape, absorbing everything I see.

"This time is before the arrival of the Destroyer." Dhuroth moves closer obviously basking in the scene before us.

"The Destroyer. Yes, you talked about that before. About...about what happened to Mars...the catastrophic affect on Earth."

"It was a planet used as a weapon by enemies who despise most humanoid races. Now..." My lion pauses. He points to a gleaming obelisk in the far distance. "Do you see, my woman?"

"Yes. It's fantabulous."

"That is where you and I spent much time. We lived nearby."

Curiosity rises like a tidal wave, of course. Yet, I know. "We can't go there. The disruption of the time wave... it wouldn't work."

"Yes. As long as we remain inside the pyramid there will be no disruption. No harm to any timeline." He takes of hold of my hand, his love for me like a warm tropical breeze inside me.

Even though I cringe inside at my next question, I ask anyway. "The Destroyer, what were you about to say?"



The theme for this Summer Solstice week ~ We are the ones 'we' are waiting for, as is being said by many wise souls at this time. Also, the GREAT AWAKENING of humankind continues, fire-storming around our world at hyperspeed.

Humanity, as a whole, and each individual on this sacred path -- now, we begin to believe in our divine selfhood, our own inner power at a much deeper and higher spiritual level. This, despite every sinister strategy by the soulless ones to bring about their 'dark age of control'.

On the AWAKENING front, major of acts of betrayal against the people will be uncovered at this point in history. Now the dam breaks, bursts, loosing flashflood after flashfood of truth, and the repercussions will be worldwide.

As well, get ready for a quantum leap in humanity's awareness. Know that leadership as it has been in our world is over. All of us need to be leaders in the Aquarian Age, and stand together as leaders -- as has been stated before.

On the personal front, this is the week to look for any misunderstanding that may be in the way of your relationships. Even a misunderstanding you had no clue about. For, the cosmic spotlight is your friend. And the angelic ones will assist you in bringing about a good resolution.

This week is also perfect for making good progress in your life, and in your most important projects. Solutions may appear like magic. Take advantage, and move forward.

On the economic front, as tyranny goes viral across the globe, the worldwide economy plummets. The continued oppression of the people, by the bankster gangsters and their political cronies, aids enormously in bringing about this ongoing domino collapse. Any solution offered by THOSE in the establishment is a future ticket to the nearest concentration camp for most of us.

Currently, 'King of the mountain' gamesmanship continues between the evil elite factions. They are sending their minions to act as whistleblowers, some of whom don't realize their role, and believe in their mission. Thus, 'they' keep the global financial picture muddy.

At this point in time, it might be advisable to use whatever monies you have to purchase the basics of survival and to improve your living situation. With last week's disclosure that huge amounts of waste from covert nuclear programs is buried close to most major cities, it becomes even more crucial to get out, and move to the most fertile areas. It's time to begin a whole new, close-to-the-land lifestyle. Use technology to assist you, but prepare to live without it when the need arises.

On the truth front, the veil is not only thinning between the dimensions directly connected to our Earth, but another veil is being lifted by the angelic realm. Everyone who wants it will have access to hidden truths. At this time, the Great Deception is being uncovered for ALL to see, to know. For, humanity has been living inside a grid of lies for a very long time.

On the war front, the forthcoming week is particularly tricky. Likely, there will be significant and horrific events taking place beyond what has been. All the major, dark-side players will be making strategic maneuvers at such a dizzying speed across the entire globe, that how the future plays out remains murky. However, the good forces are continuing to counter them in key places. Victories have been won recently, and advances are being made.

On the food front, as GMO crops continue to fail big time, as super bugs and super weeds develop and begin taking over, more and more people will realize the horrific harm that has been done to humanity, to Mother Earth and her animals and plants. Many will rise up with the intention to stop this Twilight Zone nightmare. And they will succeed.

On the land changes front, severe and superstorm weather increases across the world, and the level of devastation rises. As the sun becomes more active, shooting off flares and CMEs, the planet will accelerate its natural restructuring. At the same time, the 'dark powers that be' will be manipulating some of these changes to move their evil agenda ahead.

On the paranormal front, time travel will become front and center as a topic for those individuals on the cutting edge of reality, and this subject will filter throughout society. This is because there were rapidly shifting timelines for a couple of days this past week, and there is a timeline war taking place. As well, there is a natural convergence of several timelines, a constant weaving in and out of what will become our future on Mother Earth.

On the really bad news front, sadly, those who stand at the forefront of freedom, and battle on the frontlines -- those who have devoted their lives and their souls to preserving and fighting for freedom -- those will NOT back down, many of them are infighting, and gunning for one of their own.

Never underestimate the diabolical cunning of the global cabal -- their ability to infiltrate and pour out their poisonous lies to bring about dissension. To divide and conquer.

Trendwise, it's only getting bigger, the major backlash forming against anything and everything establishment. Those with real answers on how to liberate others from the system will continue to be in demand, sooner rather than later.

Remember too, all fraud, no matter who or what agency perpetrates it against fact, fraud of any kind negates your consent to any type of contract. This will be one of the keys to improving your life in the future after the year, 2012. Now, wisdom dictates knowing the corrupt establishment believes their 'might makes them right'.

This week walking through the beauty of nature will be a balm to your soul, and will assist you in making key decisions.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.


~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?


It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

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