Aww…September. As a child, I dreaded the weeks leading up to the first day of school. My mother started planning at the beginning of August. We had scheduled shopping trips to get clothes and school supplies. My mom was a bargain shopper back then (she still is) so we’d hit all the sales and even the thrift shops until I had enough mix and match outfits.
The daily reminders came next. Did you read? Practice your math and spelling? I remember complaining that it wasn’t fair, none of my friends had to practice. Of course, now I know why she insisted I get my mind back into learning mode and I’m glad she made me brush up on my skills. Along with the homework sessions came reinforced bedtimes. Each day it got a little earlier.
I’m convinced she had a schedule to countdown the days until school started. Now that I’m a mother, I know why—routines are a blessing. And if you’re a stay-at-home mom, those blessedly quiet hours when the kids are in school are a godsend. I work but have a few weekdays off so I reap the benefits of both.
Everyone feels the effects of the new school year with increased traffic and longer commutes to work. Those first few weeks are an adjustment period. Maybe it’s just me, but I love the routine. Although I must admit, I don’t like the traffic. What about you? Do you enjoy routines or have any memories about getting ready for school?
Also, here’s a little peak at my latest release, Hunter Betrayed. Enjoy!
“Wh-who are y-you? What…” She focused on where his chest should be. He glanced down and saw the ground, not his body or even a ghostly apparition. “What are you? A g-ghost?”
“Not a ghost. I’m alive. I’m just not here.”
He stretched an invisible hand out… and touched her cheek. The surprise in connecting with her in a tangible manner nearly pulled him away from her. With mental fingers, he tugged her closer. He wouldn’t lose her.
Not now, not ever.
He slid a hand to her bottom and pressed her body flush to his. The cushion of her breasts stirred his lusts. His erection thickened in response to her nearness. Impossible, so he would’ve thought.
The half-breed fairy in his arms would one day become his enemy. A child of Dahm, she carried the chaotic taint he’d willingly invited into his body. It should’ve begun to corrupt her, turning her into a monster too. Yet…it hadn’t. Why?
Calan tipped her head back. Her dark blue eyes captivated him. Fear shown in them. After a moment, a desire to match his flared. He skimmed his fingertips over the contours of her angelic face. Possessiveness rose within him and mixed with an intense need to protect her. She was special. He sensed it, but didn’t have time to explore it.
“You need to run. You cannot allow them to steal the goodness you’ve managed to retain.” Because it belonged to him. So too did the female. He would claim both and she would be the one to free him. The rightness of his vow took hold.
A millennium had passed without him finding the one half breed who would have the courage to free a Huntsman. Nine years ago, when he’d spied her in the midst of flowers, he had. Today, he would ensure she did, no matter the cost.
Add to your Goodreads TBR list! Hunter Betrayed
Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take her readers on an erotic, emotional and romantic journey.
She resides in Pennsylvania with her husband and three children. When she’s not weaving sizzling fantasies, she works as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.