Storms And The Things That Brew From It

 In between some major thunderstorms forecasted for today and this weekend, here I sit at the computer. My vehicle is in the shop at the dealership being evaluated for a shaking sensation when I brake or stay idle... control arm, motor mounts, some BS I should not have to deal with. This car stuff has created a PTSD to add to the PTSD I already have. Should I mention I am sick again, too! The 6 day a work week does not align with my auto-immune issue. The way I see it, since Christmas, this is the 3rd time. The same thing, just another form of a respiratory infection. I am over it all...

Through the kindness of the dealership, they gave me a brand new vehicle to drive in the meantime, but everything in it is touch screen, doesn't have an actual key, and has bells and whistles I am sure would orbit me into space if I hit the correct button. I am scared shitless to drive it. I have so much to do today! My first day off in I don't know how long... oh wait 6 days! Grocery store, easter gifts for the g-kids, my horse... my poor horse whom I have not been able to get to. Over worked, sick and exhausted leaves no room for a damn thing. I am over it... Big time, I am over it!

My dreams have been insane due to this on-and-off fever. I have no remorse for the guy who has gotten beaten up, but I have grave concern for the one who has broken his foot and his mouth is wired due to an unseen accident. Carelessness on a work crew's behalf resulting in ... Maybe it resonates, maybe it doesn't? IDK, those are only 2 incidents... I may have drifted off on a beach. Seagulls and crashing waves, I woke up to. Need I say, terribly disappointed! I was not on a beach, but was drenched in sweat. One is pleasant and the other not so... I am over it! Over it!

I have been working on my books.  When He Had Her, I have been building crescendos for Hank's terrible behavior. The tumultuous lies he has told have caught up with him. He is being investigated by the feds, cocaine, porn and money laundering, Kate watches it all unfold. As a news reporter, it's her assignment, and because she knows the character so well, predicting what's next because of his repeated behavior, it has been easy for her to get the leads and follow through with her reporting. His downfall is becoming movie made ready. Honestly, it has been delightful to build this storyline and spin a tale on these two. Maybe the motto of this book should be "Someone Fked around and found out" or should it be "You fk'd with the wrong person" either or, it is coming along N-I-C-E-L-Y!

Seaside Shore is a bit more on the cheesy romance side, but has an air of mystery. Jess, who inherits her father's rundown resort in NC, closer to the Outer Banks, is tired of her big city living. Running a high-end boutique in Bangor, Pennsylvania, has seen its better days and she was burnt out and ready for change. Packing up her belongings and her cat... She was not prepared for a rundown resort and its neglect. She also was not ready for Jake. A salty storm of a man with anger issues that ran deeper than the ocean. An offshore oilman who barely called anything home. A faded picture of his mom in his wallet was the only connection left to a place he called a familiar, humble abode. Jess running into Jake became more than a coincidence...it annoyed her, but amused him. Her whimsical ideas he wanted no part of, but for whatever ridiculous reason, he could not get enough of... (Ya know cheesy romance) Here I'll give you a taste of a chapter:


Chapter 3 - “Salt in the Cracks”

Jess crouched under the counter in the tiny beachside mini mart, armed with a bucket, two wrenches, and a YouTube video playing on low volume. The leak was getting worse. Drip. Drip. Drip. The pipe groaned with every twist she made, mocking her efforts. Pickles the cat sprawled nearby, unimpressed.

Jake: (from behind)
"You planning to drown the whole place or just the snack aisle?"

Jess banged her head on the counter as she jerked up, startled.

Jess:
"God! Do you sneak up on everyone like that or am I just special?"

Jake:
"You left the front door wide open, sunshine. Figured you were inviting help or robbers."

Jess: (wiping her hands on her shorts)
"Well, unless the robbers know how to fix a pipe and not charge triple, I’ll take what I can get."

Jake: (smirking)
"I know how to fix a pipe."

Jess: (crossing her arms)
"You also know how to be insufferably smug?"

Jake:
"Comes with the job."

He knelt down beside her, inspecting the pipe with practiced eyes. She caught a faint whiff of salt and machine grease clinging to his shirt. He moved with quiet confidence, muscles taut under the sleeves of his worn tee.

Jake:
"You stripped the threads on this one. And this piece here? Looks like it’s from the Nixon era."

Jess:
"Lovely. That means it matches the bed frames in Cabin Four."

Jake chuckled low in his throat, then grabbed a wrench from her small stash.

Jake:
"Move aside. You’re gonna break a nail."

Jess: (not moving)
"I ran a fashion boutique for eight years. You think a broken nail scares me?"

Jake: (raising an eyebrow)
"No, but plumbing might."

She relented, scooting over just enough for him to fit beside her. Their shoulders brushed. Jess noticed the small faded tattoo on his forearm—something military, sharp, disciplined, at odds with his wild silver hair.

Jess:
"You always this charming?"

Jake:
"Only for pretty girls who look like they don’t belong here."

Jess:
"I do belong here. I just haven’t tamed it yet."

He tightened a bolt, eyes never leaving the pipe.

Jake:
"This place doesn’t want to be tamed. Just survived."

Jess blinked. That hit harder than she expected. Before she could respond, he leaned back and tested the faucet. The leak stopped. Just like that.

Jess: (softly)
"Thanks."

Jake: (grabbing his keys and standing up)
"Don’t thank me yet. That’s a temporary fix. You’ll need to replace the whole line before next season."

Jess:
"Guess I’ll add it to my list."

Jake:
"That list’s gonna drown you if you don’t learn to ask for help."

Jess looked up at him. For the first time, she saw something behind those blue eyes. A flicker of something unspoken.

Jess:
"Good thing I’ve got a salty oilman hanging around."

He smirked, turned on his heel, and walked out without another word. Pickles hissed after him for good measure.

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Maybe I am just delirious with illness and the fever really has taken hold of me... or I have finally tapped into a side of my creative writing that was waiting for the right time to pull it all together! Or maybe I am just over it all and I've gone mad! LOL Putting everything into writing!

I hold the pen! Stay tuned!

Kitryn Marie

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