Well, there you are! Another new release to share. Though technically it’s not *really* new. A Summer Fling combines the short novella Surf’s Up (written for the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s Don’t Read in the Closet fest) along with the short story Bite the Dust, which features the fictional vampire detective mentioned in Surf’s Up. Bite the Dust was written for the Just One Bite contest, and was one of the 32 finalists in that contest.
I spent most of the day finalizing the details on getting these stories online today. The weather was lovely: I should have gone out to the barn. It was still quite hot, eighty degrees Fahrenheit, but without the stifling humidity that has been making it miserable to be outside. I took the long-suffering boyfriend to lunch for helping me with the formatting and then took the dog for a nice walk.
I was surprised how empty the park was today. The dog was on his best behavior, despite the occasional small children on bicycles and shirtless joggers who would come up behind us silently and run past without warning. The dog was a perfect gentleman, something that was impossible for him in his youth, as rapid movement has always proven to be too exciting for him. I was patting myself on the back (and praising him for his excellent, pleasant behavior) when we’d almost reached the parking lot where I’d left the car. We’d just safely negotiated a narrow wooden bridge on which a small child had paused in the middle to laboriously turn his bicycle around. I was telling the dog what a good boy he was when he ducked around the end of the bridge and went straight into the muddy water.
Ack. I’m leaning over the edge of the bridge, the dog’s leash threatening to drag me in behind him, while he wallows and plays in the stinking water. Everyone nearby laughed. That’s my boy. The class clown. He was quite pleased with himself as he clambered back up the slippery bank. I only just missed having him shake the dirty water on me as we headed back for the car.
Normally at this time on a Sunday afternoon, I am already becoming grumpy about the coming work week. I’m too conscious of the fact that my weekend is coming to an end and I haven’t done a tenth of the things I wanted or needed to do. But this time, I still have two days off in front of me, and I’ve gotten at least a few important things done today. I am at peace with my world right now.
I’m sitting on the couch watching the Gold Cup final with the BF. In a bit, we’ll put steaks on the grill and open a bottle of wine. Tomorrow morning, I’ll sleep until I want to get up. And I have the next lovely 48 hours in which to write. Heaven.