Maeve Greyson's Blog, page 22

Cute picture alert! Yep. You guessed it. I got another email that demands to be shared. Enjoy! :-) Excuse me. Table for one? The rodeo wore me out! Mwuah!
Okay. We spread our feet like this. Now what? It's a spider! Right there! Kill it! Boost me just a little higher. I can almost reach it. Aww...you guys! I love you too. It's the only way I can keep them under control.
Have you seen my Momma? We waited up as long as we could. We're bushed. Okay. I'm ready. S-s-sunny C-C-California my butt! High five...er...three! Who-o-o-s your sweetie? Just move your feet like this? 'kay? Uhm...is that MOUSE still there?

That title pretty much sums up this post. I'm searching for answers, explanations for some rather odd, recurring events I've experienced –correction: I keep experiencing. Got a minute? Grab a beverage, pull up a chair and help me figure this out.I've heard the best way to figure something out is to look at the facts. Study the data and your answer will make itself known. Fine. Let's begin with the "odd" events.Over the past six months to a year, I've "seen" people where and when there shouldn't be any people. One of the more memorable times happened late one night. Well, now that I think about it, they ALL happen late at night. I'm not sure what time it was and it really doesn't matter. Lying on my left side (as I always do), I woke with a start and looked up into the out-of-focus forms of a man and a woman standing beside my bed looking down at me while I slept.The woman had dark, shoulder length hair, seemed to be a larger-sized woman and was wearing a boxy shapeless dress that went down as far as I could see. The man was squat, bald and heavy, shorter than the woman. Although both their forms were murky and gray as though they consisted of a heavy mist, the woman seemed to have a contented look on her face and while the man's eyes were large darker spots in his round face, he'd angled his head over against one shoulder as though trying to get a better look at my face.I blinked –hard, and blinked again. They were still there. My mouth went dry and I froze just like I used to do when I was a little girl terrified of the monster under my bed. I blinked slower this time and squinted to try to bring their faces better into focus. Instead –they dissipated into the shadows. I took a deep breath and told myself that I must've eaten something really weird to create that hallucination. But then Jasper walked stiff-legged to the edge of the bed and rumbled a low warning growl while staring intently at the spot where the pair had just disappeared.There've been several other similar instances, all with different "people". People I don't know. Like the thin woman wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, her long hair piled on top of her head, standing in front of our television with her arms folded. It was well past midnight and my husband had fallen asleep in his recliner in the living room. I crawled out of bed to go shut off the t.v. and throw a blanket over his snoring body. She didn't turn when I walked into the living room. She was intently watching whatever was on the t.v. I stood still and did my now standard routine of stare-blink-breathe-blink again. Yep. You guessed it. She seemed to see me out of the corner of her eye because her head turned slightly in my direction as she disappeared.And now the rest of the facts:No one else has seen these whatever-they-are's but me –and apparently, Jasper. He doesn't bark but he stares at them too and usually rumbles out a growl that says, "Yes, Maeve. I see it too."I've not been ill but I do take a medication at night to prevent killer migraines. It's not a sleeping pill or pain medication but it is a medication sometimes prescribed for seizures. Debilitating migraines are a strong curse for many in my family but thankfully, there's medication now that prevents them –or at least it's helped prevent mine. Since, I've been taking this medication; my visitors are appearing more frequently and in much clearer focus. All my life I've been accused of being different. I've always "seen" things in the shadows but never as clearly as my visitors of late. As a child, I was often scolded for being afraid of the dark and telling lies about what couldn't possibly be there. I've given my husband the heebie jeebies several times when I've correctly "predicted" or "mused" how a given situation is going to play out. Unfortunately, I can't do this with any accuracy and it just sort of "comes" to me.So…what do you think? Is it ghosts, drugs or insanity? An overly sensitive child with an active imagination was my past self. Could I be reverting to my childhood ways? And if, as some would say, it's all in my head then why is it happening to Jasper too? 

How's it going? Jasper here. I asked Maeve if I could borrow her blog to personally thank all of you for your kind words, thoughts and prayers. I hadn't really counted on her dragging out that stupid camera. But I guess it's okay since the pictures show everyone how great I'm doing since I had my stroke a couple of weeks ago. Can I tell you it scared the living crap outta me? I mean –seriously. All of a sudden nothing on the right side of my body cooperated. I couldn't even lounge on my favorite pillow. I kept rolling off the silly thing. Can you imagine how humiliating it is to have your human set you on your perch and you roll over like a ball down a steep driveway?And my mouth leaked! Now I admit, I'm not the neatest water drinker in the world but I couldn't get ANY of it in my mouth. But Maeve took me to see Doc and even though the man had the shameless nerve to put this weird snout holder across my nose AND stick me in the butt with something really sharp, I have to admit he helped me out. Let me tell you somethin' though, that nasty black junk he gave Maeve to squirt in my mouth tastes terrible. I made sure Maeve found out how horrible those drops were. I licked her right in the mouth when she didn't expect it. If she had ears to flatten against the side of her head, I think she would've done it. She started spitting and mumbling something about liver-flavored. Take it from me; I have NEVER tasted a piece of liver that tasted like that. I guess Maeve is right about one thing though: when you're ailin', you gotta take your medicine. BLECH!My paw's gettin' kinda tired now so I'm gonna wrap this up. I just wanted all of y'all to know that I really appreciate your friendship. Maeve read all the emails to me since I was too tired to read them myself. Those emails made me proud to say that I've got some pretty awesome humans as friends.  I still keep a close eye on my landHere's the pics Maeve took today. See how great I'm doin'? Thanks again, y'all! This is my girlfriend, Yellow Dog It's best to ease your way into a pile of dead leaves. Did you know that sticks smell better after you lick'm? Come down here and say that, you mangy gray furball ENOUGH with the pictures, Maeve. Later y'all!

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I received the most WONDERMOUS tweet today. A friend sent me a picture of ETERNITY'S MARK sitting on a shelf at Barnes & Noble. Yes. I "squeed" with joy and surprise because I wasn't expecting my "baby" to debut until March 27th. I think a celebratory contest is definitely in order. Don't you?

Here's the uber-simple details:

1. NO PURCHASE NECESSARY
2. Contest begins as soon as this blog post goes LIVE and will run until midnight on Saturday, March 31, 2012.
3. On April 1, 2012, three lucky names will be drawn from the entries.
4. One winner will be the lucky recipient of the lovely hand-crafted cuff bracelet pictured from two different angels below.
5. One winner will receive the eye-catching dragon agate disc necklace. (see this gorgeous necklace below)
6. One winner will receive the dragon spoon w/oriental beads necklace.

All you have to do to be entered into the drawing for one of these unique pieces of jewelry is this:

Take a picture of yourself holding a copy of ETERNITY'S MARK and either tweet me the photo, post it on my Facebook wall or email it to me and tell me where you found it.

Find me on Twitter: @maevegreyson
Find me on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/maeve.greyson.page
Don't like those social networks? Email me at: [email protected]

If you do choose email, please let me know if it's okay to post your picture and your first name on my Facebook wall. If you'd rather not, no problem. You will still be entered into the drawing.

I think that's about it - Let the games begin!~

I received the most WONDERMOUS tweet today. A friend sent me a picture of ETERNITY'S MARK sitting on a shelf at Barnes & Noble. Yes. I "squeed" with joy and surprise because I wasn't expecting my "baby" to debut until March 27th. I think a celebratory contest is definitely in order. Don't you?

Here's the uber-simple details:

1. NO PURCHASE NECESSARY
2. Contest begins as soon as this blog post goes LIVE and will run until midnight on Saturday, March 31, 2012.
3. On April 1, 2012, three lucky names will be drawn from the entries.
4. One winner will be the lucky recipient of the lovely hand-crafted cuff bracelet pictured from two different angels below.
5. One winner will receive the eye-catching dragon agate disc necklace. (see this gorgeous necklace below)
6. One winner will receive the dragon spoon w/oriental beads necklace.

All you have to do to be entered into the drawing for one of these unique pieces of jewelry is this:

Take a picture of yourself holding a copy of ETERNITY'S MARK and either tweet me the photo, post it on my Facebook wall or email it to me and tell me where you found it.

Find me on Twitter: @maevegreyson
Find me on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/maeve.greyson.page
Don't like those social networks? Email me at: [email protected]

If you do choose email, please let me know if it's okay to post your picture and your first name on my Facebook wall. If you'd rather not, no problem. You will still be entered into the drawing.

I think that's about it - Let the games begin!~

Yes. I confess. I want to be Ciara. Who? My heroine of The Highlander's Fury. Angela Blount of RT Book Reviews described her as a kick-butt, time-traversing, mind-reading embodiment of righteous indignation. Yep. That sums Ciara up perfectly. She's the immortal daughter of Cerridwen and Brid, gathered from the mists of creation when the two goddesses not only longed for a child of their own but also needed an unstoppable weapon to purge evil from the worlds.Wouldn't it be great to heap some eye-for-an-eye justice on the bad guys? And Ciara metes out punishment in a way that's near and dear to my heart. She searches the villains' minds and locates their deepest, darkest fears –and then serves it up to them on a silver platter. I must say that visiting with my friend Ciara was quite liberating…even if it did leave me a bit envious of her powers.  ;-)
The Highlander's Fury – March 2, 2012 from The Wild Rose Press
An average day in the life of an immortal Fury?
Flex powers. Locate evil. Administer justice.
Until Ciara's goddess mothers convince her to seduce a brooding mortal and bear the man a gifted child. All she has to do is swap places with his betrothed. A simple task−become the seductive wife, bear the man a child and train the young one in the Ways. Once the boy reaches seven years of age, they'll swap her back with the wife Faolan thinks he selected and Ciara can resume her job of rousting wickedness from the world.
Faolan MacKay's advisors plague him daily about his matrimonial duties as laird, dragging prospects from across the Highlands: plump dowries attached to each one.
Faolan's lost everyone he's ever loved. He'd rather go straight to the fiery pits of Hell than down the wedding aisle. Out of desperation, a plan takes seed. He'll select a wife he can ignore. There's just one problem with this foolproof theory. Nobody ignores Ciara.
Against his better judgment, he's enthralled with the woman and to Ciara's surprise, this strange thing called love burns hotter than her hunger for vengeance.At the end of the seven years the ruse is up, all will return to as it was. Can the bond of love overcome the mandate of the ultimate powers?
Excerpt:
Ciara recoiled from the CEO's mind as though she'd just touched a piece of rotted flesh. This mortal sickened her. He was just as evil as a serial killer. He'd made his execution even easier. It was time she made her presence known.She materialized in the doorway, still leaning against the frame, drumming her fingertips atop her folded arms. "The levels of greed to which you humans rise never cease to amaze me."Startled, the man jerked, his eyes squeezing closed as though she'd struck him. Choking on the mouthful of coffee he'd just gulped, he spewed a shower of the amber liquid as he threw the cup across the room. "Who the hell are you?" he sputtered and coughed. "How did you get in here?"Ciara slipped out of the doorway and sauntered into the room. She adored the sound of fear in her victim's voice. It played sweeter than the softest aria to her ears. Shrugging her long braid over one shoulder, she smoothed a hand down her hip as she purred, "I am known by many names. But for the purpose of our little meeting, why don't you just call me 'Vengeance'?"With a shaking hand, he fumbled at the receiver of the phone. The man's face whitened when he held it to his ear."What's wrong, baby? No dial tone?" Ciara stretched across the desk, plucked the receiver out of his hand, and swung it like a pendulum in front of his face. Oh, she loved it when their eyes rolled back in their heads and their faces paled to that lovely shade of pasty gray.He ripped his cell phone out of his pocket; his eyes widened as the words No Service lit up across the readout on the cover.Yanking open the side drawer on his desk, he glanced first at Ciara then looked down. He withdrew a pistol with a shaking hand and pointed it at Ciara's chest. "You take one more step and they'll write any name you want on a toe tag for the morgue."Oh, this one played the cat-and-mouse game better than the time she tortured the serial rapist. Ciara smiled her most wicked smile. She loved it when they got cocky! Tossing her head back, she spread her arms wide. She released her best chilling laughter to echo off the wall to wall windows as she gave a teasing wiggle of her hips. "Take your best shot, baby. Do you think you can hit me from here or do you need me to take a few steps closer?"Beads of sweat popped across the man's face then rolled down his heavy jowls as he shook the muzzle of the gun in her face. "Don't think I won't kill you. I own the mayor of this city and every cop in the surrounding precincts. With my money, I don't have to worry about prison. I can do anything I want."With a bored roll of her eyes, Ciara leaned forward, resting her hands on his desk. Wriggling her nose, she brought her face so close she almost touched the tip of her nose to his and crooned, "Go ahead, sweetheart. Do whatever you like. After all, you should get the most out of your last few moments on earth. Consider it your last wish before your execution. Kind of like having your last meal before you fry."The man jerked as though trapped in an uncontrollable seizure. He emptied the chamber of the gun. As he fired the last round, his jaw fell to his chest and he let the pistol crash to the floor.Ciara waited, tapping her red, manicured nails atop the computer monitor. With a bored yawn, she stretched and smoothed the dents from the bullets out of her shirt then bestowed a wicked smile upon him. "Okay. My turn! Now let's figure out the best way to punish you for all your naughty little deeds. Where shall we start this evening? There's so many fun things to choose from."
Wouldn't it be great to be Ciara? What super power do you think YOU'D like best?

Yes. I know science explained this phenomena long ago but I prefer to think of them as spirits dancing across the sky. A friend emailed these photographs to me. She knows my love of nature and animals. I couldn't wait to share them you. I hope they give you the same sense of peace they gave to me.

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DAUGHTER OF DECEIT
BY CARRIE JAMES HAYNES
Blurb:
Someone wants Alyce Hythe dead…
Shunned from London society for being the daughter of England's most notorious spy, Alyce Hythe desires only to clear her father's name. For years, she has been hidden away from all prying eyes, given a new identity and told to forget who she was. But strange things have been happening causing old rumors to once more be whispered.
Long has Lord Julian Casvelyn lived with guilt brought on when his brother was murdered by England's most infamous traitor. But one eventful night has changed everything Lord Julian believed about his brother's death. Never did he suspect the woman he has just saved from certain harm is the daughter of that man. Now Julian is caught in midst of a conspiracy and desire for that woman.
Thrown together by fate, the two search for answers long denied them and along the way discover a love that can free them both.
Excerpt:
     Thankful she could breathe again at least for a moment. She turned to stand by Lissa, but instead she froze upon the sight. The last person she ever expected to see this night stood in front of her.His wide mouth curved into a vague smile which could easily turn hard she suspected. He looked quite striking, handsome and elegant in his crisp black and white evening clothes. His dark eyes darkened intensely upon her. Before she had a chance to protest, his arm gripped her elbow firmly."Oh, no, my dear, I think not," his utterance carried a hard edge which startled her. "I have long tried to gain an audience with you and have been reputed one way or another. If you choose to make a scene, it will not bode well for you. You may have been hiding in the nest of the Arungdon, but I can guarantee you that legally you are still the ward of my grandfather and I…""Please, Lord Casvelyn, you do not have to resort to threats," she turned her head to see if any other's attention lay upon them, but none seemed interested. Her gaze shifted back to him. "What, pray, could you have to talk to me? Charles did send his appreciation for you saving me. He assured me he had taken care of the situation and the magistrate...""Come. Come. Miss Rufford…or should I say Hythe. I believe there is much we could talk of."She glanced back over her shoulder as he edged her along beside him. "Where are you taking me? It will not be proper…"He cut her words short. "No one will see, I can assure you. I have arranged how I can I say this a few minutes where we will not be disrupted. Then you can rush back to your lordship."She watched Lord Casvelyn nod to a man in front of him, a tall man tawny hair and blue eyes. The man nodded back. Immediately, she felt herself being flung into a side door, closing tightly behind her. She could only imagine why Lord Casvelyn thought it necessary to have a guard at the door.The room was small, quaint in appearance. There was no fire lit nor candle only the moonlit shone in light. He gestured to her to sit upon a settee. She hesitated, but then complied. To her dismay he sat beside her.She found it difficult to catch a breath with him so near. He stared at her in a manner which made her remember all too well being in his arms with his lips upon hers."Now will you please explain yourself so I can rejoin Charles.""Ah, yes, the love of your life. I have heard. Unfortunately, I tend to doubt your proclamation of feelings."She stared at him and he returned it. He sat close to her, too close. She scooted back but he moved, allowing only her a scant space between her and this man who made her skin shiver with just his touch. "How dare you," she uttered under her breath. "You don't know me. Charles and I love each other greatly…""Do you?" he asked in a low voice. "Are you in the habit of sharing kisses with another while in the deep throbs of love for another? Come. Do not think I have forgotten having you in my arms. Kissing you, touching you...if not interrupted, perhaps it would have lead to more than..."She slapped him, hard, and attempted to rise. He thwarted her with his two strong hands, pulling her down to him."You are no gentleman!""Perhaps," he answered her, but his voice softened. "Perhaps."His hands released her back to her seat. What did he do to her that made her act as if she had not a reasonable thought in her head?"Tell me, Miss Hythe, what are you up to? What plan do you have? Don't think your friend, Lord Tregilgas can save you. If I so desire, I can have you escorted out under my care.""You make no sense, Lord Casvelyn. You come to me with demands that I return with you. Why should I? True, Colonel Tolworthy is my guardian, but in truth I barely know him. I have been on my own for a great deal of time of my life. Why should I be a burden to him now? It is only a few months more than I will not be.""Listen to me carefully, my dear. I had no knowledge that you still resided within England until three weeks ago. In all I find the whole of the situation unacceptable. I'm trying to rectify this. Believe me. I believe you are in danger.""Then do not worry about me. Charles has seen to my safety. You may question me, but I trust Charles. He would never allow harm to befall me as I would never allow harm to him.""Answer me this. Do you know no matter if you hold your father is innocent, the world does not? No matter if your young Marques holds to you, you are walking into social damnation, fair or unfair. It will not be pleasant. How long do you think it will take for someone to figure out who you are? I would wager it will not be long. And then there is the matter of the threat upon your life?""You are mistaken that I am trying to run from my name. I am not. Since my father's death, I have faced his disgrace. No one thought it necessary to inform me how my father died until I was seventeen. All I knew was that he was dead. Not until Charles told me. He has been my only true friend, my Lord. I have only once visited my father's grave and it was only through Charles I did so. Do you know what it is like to see your father's grave ostracized from holy ground for they deem he committed suicide?""I know lost. I feel it every day. I dealt with my brother's death knowing that the fiend that killed him also lay in the ground. But with your words you uttered to me, I find myself questioning all about my brother's death. And with those words, I questioned the wisdom in allowing you this Season."As he spoke, he astonished her with his movement, transforming her back to that night, that room, that embrace. He moved closer, so close it seemed she could no longer claim air between them. His arms encircled her and pulled her face upward toward his. His touch startled her. She looked at him in surprise. She saw his intent, yet made no resistance. Wanting to protest, her body rebelled against the thought.A gasp escaped her lips as he lowered his head to hers. His lips moved against hers, firm yet yielding. She melted into the sensation his kiss inflicted, the thrilling excitement and warmth flowing through her body. Her mind told her to resist though her body paid no attention to the warning. Instead, she responded to him. Gently he prodded her lips with his tongue to part. Slowly as if giving her time to get used to the idea, he slipped his tongue inside.Within her a voice called to her to be sensible. He was dallying with her, no more, no less to prove his point. Yet, she ignored the voice choosing instead to surrender to the want within her and parted her lips fully to admit him. An intimacy flowed within her, so wonderful, awakening parts of her body she didn't know were alive.His arms tightened around her as pleasure cascaded through out her body. His kiss lingered. He didn't stop with one. He kissed her again and again, astonishing her and evoking shivers that flowed down her body. A series of pleasurable sensations left her crying for more. He kissed her again, more aggressive, more demanding. Within her she had long lost any rational thought for he had her mesmerized.She felt his hand move up and down her back. Her skin felt hot with his touch. His hand moved upward until it cupped her nape, caressing her. She could not believe what his meandering touch did to her. His lips descended down her chin to her neck. A cry escaped her when his lips found a sensitive spot which sent vibrations cascading through out her. Sensations she had never known yet desired. She had never been held in this way by anyone. Never had she felt so alive.The next moment he held her head in his hands as if she was his captive. He ravished her mouth. Shock tensed through her. She could feel the need within him for her submit. Then as if reason took hold, he drew back. His eyes never left her widen eyes. He reached over and in a slow gentle motion caressed her face."Tell me now of this undying love you have for another," he said demanding an answer from her.
Amazon buy link:http://www.amazon.com/Daughter-of-Deceit-ebook/dp/B0072UNDH8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1328875026&sr=8-1

Our kilts arrived from Edinburgh today!   

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