Until a couple of hours ago I was sure this newsletter would be a combination of sending a virtual hug to those of you who are new to my writing world and lookkng for sympathy. Needless to say, I’m grateful/delighted to have you here but my tale of woe will be a short one near the end of this.
The reason for the change? I recently got off the phone with my sister and brother-in-law. They live in a remote mountain area, and last year they assumed responsibility for a feral, pregnant cat. They fed and sheltered her and her three kittens through the winter. The kittens (now adults) are tame, and Judee and Jens were able to place them in carrying cages and get them neutered without drama. Mama was another story. She never came inside or allowed anyone to touch her. She hid during feeding time, sneaking in once she was sure the evil humans had left. She showed no interest in being Mother Of The Year once her children were out of kittenhood.
Judee and Jens were determined to put an end to her willingness to add to the cat overpopulation, especially after they spotted her expanding belly. Over a period of several weeks, they got her to slink into the cage the vet had supplied and snatch her food. My tiptoed ever closer. Then the day came. The instant Mama was inside, Judee shut the door. Mama Cat wild, but the deed had been done.
Now, a month later, Mama is a different feline. Not only does she lounge inside, she plays with her youngsters, eats out of Judee and Jens’ hands, and allows my sister to pet her. We humans were in tears during the telling. I’m still sniffing. We had no idea there was a loving cat under that untrusting exterior.
Briefly changing subjects before showing you some writing stuff—just shy of two weeks ago my adult son’s forehead, nose, lips, forearms, wrists, and all ten fingers suffered stage two burns as a result of a flash propane fire. A nightmare complete with a 911 call and the evening spent in the ER! We live together so I’ve been tending to his wounds. (You don’t want to see the pictures) Except for tender lips, his head has pretty much recovered and hopefully by Sunday he’ll no longer need me to apply a prescription cream and bandage his forearms. His wrists and fingers will take longer. Protecting him from more damage plus infection takes a good hour and a half.
If you’re still with me, I’m delighted to report that I’ve published Book #4 in the Soul Survivor Native American historical series. The River’s Daughter is the story of the impossible love between a Rogue Indian woman and a soldier with every reason to hate the Rogues. I don’t write light and fluffy, particularly when it comes to my Native American historicals. I’m all about realism and authentication. The River’s Daughter is set in southern Oregon where I live. https://www.amazon.com/Rivers-Daughter-Soul-Survivors-ebook/dp/B0C41251D9/ref=
What else? Wind Warrior, Book #3 in the Soul Survivor series is FREE along with a bunch of other historical romances in exchange for a review via Book Sirens. Needless to say, reviews mean a great deal to writers. They help readers decide whether to buy a book. I loved writing about the complex, sometimes hostile relationship between the Chumash Indians of California and the newcomers who, among other things, built the state’s missions. Here’s the link. https://booksirens.com/bundle/historical-fiction-arcs-you-ll-love-may-2023-batch/XMCJA9E
Finally, a first for me. An audio book. FIREDANCE, is a contemporary romance about a couple of loners who risk their lives fighting fires. https://books.apple.com/us/audiobook/id1668921964
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