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I had an exciting week. I turned thirty on Thursday and got my first pair of glasses on Friday.
The first thing I noticed? Trees have leaves! Not green blobs! 
Memories from his enslavement scrubbed his thoughts raw. Drawing his glamour closer, he exhaled through the tightness in his throat and unfastened the top buttons of his shirt. No collar. No choke chain. No reason to panic. Breathe.
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I am so ready to get back to writing this story. I’m free from Evermine until FLE arrive on the 27th. I have first round edits on A Hint of Frost due on the 25th. Maybe if someone adds a few more hours in the day, I’ll get some new words written on this before the end of the month.
With trembling fingers, I reached into my bag and withdrew the envelope. Tucked into the crease was a lock of chestnut hair with a slight curl at the end. Fumbling in a different pocket, I withdrew a similar strand and compared the lengths. One hung slightly longer than the other. I held it to my nose and inhaled the violet-scented strands until hot tears pricked my eyes.
I knew better than to trust his word, I did, but he had baited his trap too well for me to resist.
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School starts back tomorrow. Can you say writing time? Quiet thinking and plotting time? Or lately, editing time? Woo hoo!
Hissing as my skin throbbed with renewed heat, I gasped as the impression of male lips and teeth left their damp sting on my bare neck. Roland. Sultry whispers caressed my ears, beckoned come to me, and I was helpless to resist. Pressure from phantom fingers compelled me toward a figure coalescing in the shade of a billowing tent. Swirling tendrils of power cloaked him from passersby and elicited a shiver of recognition from me. Inclining his head, he acknowledged me, and his smile made my pulse race with the first stirrings of cold, genuine fear.
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Well, I think I’m settled on Eversworn. My editor likes it, I like it, and having a title on the file does my little heart good. Here we go with another six from Dillon’s book.
“It’s past midnight.” Her cheeks were rosy from windburn. “No one will notice.”
“Several males noticed.” His voice lowered to a rumble. “I noticed.”
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I went supply shopping with DD today. We still have more to buy, but we got the basics. When we hit Target, they had three-pack notebooks for a dime. I.Loaded.Up. I burn through notebooks like crazy, whether I’m plotting, doodling, making notes, doodling, or…um…doodling. I can’t write outside of Word, but I think better when I put pencil to paper. Small comforts, huh?
This excerpt is from Dillon’s still unnamed book. (Top choices this week include: Evercure, Evercraft, Everything, Eversworn…) Anyway, here’s my six.
“And Isabeau?”
She hesitated before turning. “Yes?”
“Take the shirt off.” His voice turned hoarse. “Leave the rest.”
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Hailey writes about questionable applications of otherwise perfectly good magic, the transformative power of love, the family you choose for yourself, and blowing stuff up. Not necessarily all at once. That could get messy.
