Oo-rah!   That was some game~~me and the guys had one heck of a good time hooting and hollering and  having an all around good time.   We were pretty evenly divided on which team we thought would win.   Alexis figured she didn’t really have a horse in that race, but as the game went on, she found herself cheering on the Saints.   Did anyone see the stat they flashed up on the screen after the game?   The one that pointed out the Saints had won 3 games in this post season series.  In the previous 42 years, they’d won 2–yeah, a total of 2 in 42 yrs.  No wonder they were partying big time after they won.   And a salute to the Colts, too.  They had one heck of a season.

Nuf about football.   We had sunshine this weekend and Saturday it was up to almost 60 degrees!   A far cry from the weather on the East Coast.   We’ve got rhodedendrons in bloom already, and Alexis noticed the bush by the deck is already leafing out.  Boy, if winter ever does arrive out here, the plants are sure to take a big hit.

I know some of you thought I should lay off of Hunter.   So does that mean I should remind him that his book is officially out two weeks from tomorrow???  Seriously?      tick tick tick    Of course, it could show up earlier in some places.  tick tick tick.

Happy Monday,

D.J.  

Whoot!   The cover for VAMPIRE VENDETTA finally popped up so that I can post it!   I think it’s terrific (although I can hear what DJ will have to say on the subject!)   So here for your viewing enjoyment:

Hell hath no fury like a passion-hungry vampire bent on justice in Alexis Morgan’s sexy new saga

As the lone survivor of his vampire clan, Seamus Fitzhugh lives only for revenge. And now that he’s infiltrated the compound of his enemy his chance has come…until he rescues a stunning hybrid from certain death.  Megan Perez is a woman on the run from her own demons, and she’s a distraction that could cost them both their lives.  But the passion that burns between them is too hot to ignore, and not even the threat of danger can keep them apart. 

Now their fates are intertwined–for better or worse–as they risk everything to experience the ultimate sensual release as evil closes in all around them.  Seamus must weigh how far he will go in the pursuit of vengeance…or love.

Wow!  Did anyone notice the calendar?   Today is February 1^st!     Which means three weeks from tomorrow is the official release date of Hunter’s book, Defeat the Darkness.  The poor guy is probably bouncing off the walls as he watches the minutes ticking away.   I know I would be, but then I tend to do that anyway. 

D.J. is otherwise occupied, so he asked me to stop by.   Yeah, he’s already used up those ‘get out of jail free’ cards Devlin gave him for Christmas.   BTW, I won the betting pool we had going on how long they’d last.   I said he’d burn up his entire supply before the end of January, and my boy didn’t fail me.   I may even buy him a latte for contributing to my income this year.  

I hear Hunter Fitzsimon is about to get his own book.   I don’t know him all that well, but the poor s.o.b. has sure had a rough time of it.  Last time I talked to Jarvis, he said the guy was up and walking finally.   Considering they had to piece him back together like a jigsaw puzzle, that’s pretty impressive. 

Not much else in the way of news.   I know Alexis wrote the next installment about Devlin and Laurel’s little “meet the parents” adventure.  She says it will be up on the Members Only section of the website around Feb. 1.   We’ve all been keeping up with the what’s going on.   Can’t wait to give the big guy some serious grief over it.

BTW, did anyone else notice that Scotty had a cage full of tribbles on his desk in Star Trek?   What a hoot!

Well, I’ll go check on our boy D.J. and let you know how he’s doing polishing all the swords in the armory.  

Trahern

D.J.  sent word through Jake that Alexis wanted me to show up here today.  I don’t have long.  My Handler has me scheduled for some more physical therapy this morning.   Nothing like pain and sweat to get my day off to a fun start.  Yeah, I’m excited.  Can’t you tell?  

At least I’m up walking around, which is more than anyone thought I’d be doing after what happened.  Which I don’t want to talk about.  Sorry, but it haunts my dreams at night, and it’s all I see reflected in my friends’ eyes every time they look at me.  

Maybe a change of scenery will help.  Jarvis thinks it will, so I’ll go where he sends me.  I’m not doing him any good sitting around just waiting for my next session with weights or massage or whatever else the good doctor cooks up for  me.   I might spend most of my time pissed off, but I’m not so self-centered that I haven’t noticed that Jarvis is looking pretty damned happy these days.   And that kid, Chase, is all right.   A couple of the older Paladins who knew his dad have been working with him on a regular basis.   That’s good.

I’ve been looking at stuff about the Pacific Northwest and found this picture Alexis took of the Puget Sound up north of Seattle.  Rumor has it that’s where they’re going to park my backside soon.   Since she hasn’t told me a darn thing about my story except what’s on the back blurb, I’m just counting the days until the action starts. 

Cross your fingers for me . . .

 Hunter

I know all of you have been on pins and needles (and haven’t we all?) about whose book Alexis is actually working on.  She’s already asked for your assistance in picking out a frou-frou coffee drink for the heroine, but there’s been nary a word on who the designated hero is. 

Well, she let it slip this weekend.  Yep,  it’s not me (time out so we can all wallow in major disappointment), but she did say her current plan is that I get mine immediately after she finishes this one.   The other good news is tentatively, the two books could come out very close together, hopefully back-to-back months in 2011.   Yeah, I know that seems a long way off, but at least it sounds as if the countdown has finally started for me. 

She also got new bookmarks done for Hunter’s book.   She’ll probably have my head for this, but here’s the deal:  she will mail the first ten people who email her at alexismorgan @ alexismorgan.com (no spaces) a brand new, Hunter bookmark.  From me to you.   Or I guess technically, from Hunter to you.  

I watched lots of football over the weekend–no surprises there.   I made Larem fork over the big bucks for the refreshments.   I figured that was only fair since the alien is getting his book before I get mine.    Yep, Alexis is writing Larem q’Jones’ book even as we speak.  Don’t tell him, but I’m almost happy for him.  He’s had a tough way to go.

Enjoy your week–

DJ 

I wanted to share that the Nocturne Authors have just launched our new website!   For those who love vampires, werewolves, demons and all kinds of lovely dark stories, it’s the perfect place to discover new authors and series!   Here’s the link:   http://www.nocturneauthors.net

I don’t know that you can ever say my world is normal, but we’re finally getting back into the routine.  I don’t know how I got drafted to undecorate Cullen’s house, not to mention Devlin’s and Lacey’s, but I did.   If one more person yells “Damn it, DJ, be careful with that!” I will not be responsible for my actions.  Seriously.  It’s not like I’m known for thinking first and acting afterward.  Who knew forming a bucket brigade to toss ornaments from the guy on the ladder to the guy by the ladder to the guy stuck wrapping everything in tissue paper was a bad idea?  It’s not my fault Barak couldn’t wrap as fast as I can throw.   It was fun watching him try, though.   :-D   Minimal breakage, maximum fun.  

I actually took Sunday off to laze about and  watch football (any surprise there?), but back to work today.   BTW, Jake emailed to say Hunter is having some serious problems.   Looks like he might be coming our way soon.   In other words, Hunter’s book is looming on the horizon.   Lucky jerk.  Not that I’m whining (much).  After all, I’m not the only one who hasn’t gotten a book yet.  However, I will say that if Jake gets one before me, there will be serious hell to pay.  

Alexis gave her talk yesterday on getting organized to write and setting goals.  She was happy with how it went.  She always comes back from spending time with other writers full of new energy.   Speaking of goals,  I think her only on should be to write my book.   Soon.    She said . . . well, never mind exactly what she said, but it was rude–and physcially painful if I actually did what she suggested.   Guess I’d better lay off that particular subject for a while.  

Anyway, back to normal.  Guess I’ll go hone my ax.

DJ

Here’s to a great  New Year spent with new friends and old and wishing everyone great success in everything you do!   

I look forward to seeing where 2010 takes us all!

Alexis

Seriously–I’m seriously overdosed on sugar!   Did I ever mention how much I love Christmas cookies?  And candy?  And, my oh my, Alexis can bake a mean Banana Cream Pie!  I didn’t so much dine this weekend, but grazed nonstop.   Good thing the barrier has been stable because right now I don’t think I could bend over to pick up my sword much less swing the damn thing.  If it were just me, that would be okay, but we’re all in this shape.  

Heck, even herbivores among us are suffering.  Who knew you could overeat on weeds and grass or whatever it is they eat?   Not to mention Larem got between me and the pie.   What an idiotic thing to do!  While we were duking it out over who got the last piece, Barak ate it.   Sure, he got bruised up some for that trick, but he still got the pie and bonus points for being sneaky.

The kids opened their gifts on Christmas morning.   That was fun.   I’m proud to say the giant teddy bear that Lonzo, Larem and I got for Shiri was a hit.  When she hit the wall from so much excitement she curled up on it and went to sleep.   Bavi loved all the new snowboard equipment.  We’re going to drag him down to Mt. Hood in Oregon for a some fun in the next couple of weeks.   Should be fun.

And, hey, no coal for me!    We exchanged names, and my secret Santa was the big man himself.  No, not Santa–Devlin.   I got a new T-shirt that says   I>U on it.   Gotta love that.   He also got me a Mariner sweatshirt, some tickets to Avatar, and a couple of “get out jail” free cards from him.  Yeehaaa!   Next time I screw up (and we all know it’s just a matter of time), all I have to do is whip out the card and Devlin has to absolve me of all blame and possible retribution.  

I got Penn’s name.   I got him tickets to a local blues club,  a bottle of scotch, and a substantial gift certificate to a local butcher.   The man seriously loves porterhouse steaks, so he can get some of the best in town.  

I suppose you heard about some of the guys getting certain gift certificates.   What a hoot!   You guys weren’t far off on how that all went down.   Nuf said.

Well, as much as I hate the whole idea, I’m heading to the gym to undo the damage I did to myself this weekend.   After all, New Years is only days away and I need to be in shape for that–nonstop football, pizza and partying.

D.J.