I may go from left to right any time now...

I may go from left to right any time now…

That’s right folks, little old me is in a BAD MOOD.

It’s been caused by various factors, which I’m not going to bore you with. Mainly because I’m still at the point where even thinking about them makes me angry. I had a go at writing some stuff down, and had to stop.

However, an amusing image popped into my head as I wondered whether to post today. Who’s seen The Lego Movie? I guess many people who know me would agree that I’m kind of like Unikitty. Positive, smiley, not given to ranting about every little niggle that comes my way.

Well, today I feel like Unikitty at the point where she BLOWS!

I found the picture above, which illustrates what could happen at any moment.

So don’t p*** me off, people. You have been warned! ;-)

I’m off to write about vampires. That always cheers me up. :-D

Things I Can’t Do Now I’m Over 40

A bout of illness which totally floored me this week got me thinking about this. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not about to give up screaming at rock bands, dressing up for Doctor Who events, and all the other things SOME people say I shouldn’t be doing. This is a lament for the toughness and downright elasticity of my youthful self. Here is a list of stuff I just don’t cope with now I’m no longer in my twenties or thirties:

1) Being ill. I remember being at University and getting infections, colds, and all manner of ailments, and just shrugging them off and getting on with it. I sniffled through lectures, added my own germs to lab work, and still went out on the town of an evening. Nowadays, I retreat under the duvet and feel sorry for myself until I feel better. (Maybe I’m a man?) ;-)

2) Lack of sleep. This does depend on what my day involves, but generally – forget it. I can get by on 6 hours for a day or so, but any less than that and I don’t make it through the day without a nap.

3) Hangovers. Nope. If I’m so foolish as to drink enough to get one, the whole next day is lost. I’ve surfaced to find the cats staring at me, trying to work out if I’m dead. This usually leads to a trail of clothes and jewellery that I’ve drunkenly discarded en route to falling into bed the night before, and if I’m lucky, a scattering of change left over from the pub and the taxi.

4) Getting Having a suntan. Newly discovered, this one. Getting it wasn’t the problem – and yes, I tanned very sensibly: high factor sunscreen, staying out of the midday sun, and all that. But I’ve gone through 3 vats of moisturiser and I only got back from my holiday 2 weeks ago. My skin obviously doesn’t cope with drying out that much any more.

5) Eating any damn thing from any damn vendor. Kebabs, suspicious hamburgers, greasy chips…you name it, I could eat it and my cast-iron stomach just sucked it up. Now, the tiniest dodgy molecule and all hell breaks loose. Literally. Too much information.

6) Not writing things down. I don’t remember making lists when I was younger. Okay, that was partly because I had nothing to do except: go to lectures (maybe), eat (any old crap from the takeaway will do), go to pub (definitely), go on to club (if legs still working after leaving pub). These days, I can barely remember to brush my teeth if it’s not on a list. Ho hum.

So, ladies and gents of a certain age, do any of these sound familiar? (Please say yes). Would you add any? I’m sure I’ll think of some more – I’ll have to write them in a list as I go along, though, otherwise I’ll forget… :-)

The good old days - ah, how I miss them. Yes, that is soon-to-be-long-suffering-hubby with his head in his hands...

The good old days – ah, how I miss them. Yes, that is soon-to-be-long-suffering-hubby with his head in his hands…

Release Day Blitz for ‘Rescued’, by Felice Stevens

Today, I’m pleased to let you all know about a book I’ve been eagerly awaiting. It may surprise some of you to find out that this cynical, smarty-pants, vampire-and-werewolf-lovin’ girl enjoys reading a good romance. What?! So when my friend Felice Stevens told me she was writing her first male/male romance, I could hardly wait. Read all about ‘Rescued‘ here. Love is love. xx


Release Day Banner.jpgBook Blurb: Ryder Daniels has spent the last year recovering from rejection: his parents couldn’t accept his sexuality and his lover chose drugs over his love. The only bright lights in his life are his younger brother and his rescued pit bull. But now his mother’s punishment for his lifestyle has cut him off from his brother he loves so deeply. Devastated, he throws himself into the work of the Pit Bull Foundation he and his friends started.
FS_Rescued_coverinJason Mallory can no longer hide the dissatisfaction of his relationship with his longtime girlfriend. When her marriage ultimatum pushes him to break things off, he’s determined not to jump into the dating scene. But when a group of injured pit bulls are found on his construction site, he can’t forget the guy who shows up to help.

After Jason adopts one of the dogs, he and Ryder become fast friends—until one night, Ryder lets down his guard and Jason recognizes his desire. Soon, they can’t deny the passion between them but will family differences and ugly prejudices keep them apart, or can they fight to prove that love is precious, no matter the flavor?

Author Bio: Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. She started reading traditional historical romances when she was a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that her interest in romance novels became renewed.

But somewhere along the way, her tastes shifted. While she still enjoys a juicy Historical RescuedPromo5.1romance, she began experimenting with newer, more cutting edge genres and discovered the world of Male/Male romance. And once she picked up her first, she became so enamored of the authors, the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion of the books, she knew she wanted to write her own.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of her own. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. She practices law but daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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I’m back! (What do you mean, you didn’t notice I was gone?)

Hello! Vacation is over (sob). It was super. Very relaxing in the most part – mainly because it was too hot to move. ;-) When I did move, it was from the sun lounger, to the pool, to the bar, to the beach, to the sun lounger…you get the picture. However, hubby and I did venture out and about a few times.

Our holiday resort was Port El-Kantaoui, on the east coast of the small North African country of Tunisia. This coast is a popular tourist destination, with sandy beaches and turquoise seas. But you don’t have to go far to find a different landscape altogether. Inland, there are lush olive groves and date gardens, stunning mountain ranges, and ruins of the many civilisations that have occupied Tunisia over the centuries. We went on a 4 wheel drive adventure that showed us all these things. The only place we didn’t get to was the Sahara in the south. The UK had stopped letting tourists visit there due to unrest on the country’s border with Algeria.

I will now bore you with a few holiday snaps. Feel free to doze off on the couch. Firstly, here’s our resort.

On our 2nd day, we celebrated our 16th Wedding Anniversary, with a visit to the hotel spa in the morning, and an a la carte meal, with champagne, in the evening. Aaww!

Our 4 wheel drive trip enabled us to get to some inaccessible places. The Berbers are the indigenous non-Arab people of North Africa. Mostly nomadic, when they did settle in the north they chose defensible locations in the mountains.

The Romans were in Tunisia. They got everywhere.

Of course, we met some cats. The cheeky cheese-eating puss is at a restaurant we visited. Before you start screaming, yes, it was summarily removed from the table and the cheese replaced. The restaurant was on a farm, so there were cats to control the vermin. However, they had worked out that mooching around the gullible tourists was more fun. Cat number 2 belonged to the hotel, and soon discovered what a sucker hubby is. She sat like that for 2 hours.

And lastly, a bit of nonsense. I rode a quad bike for the 1st time! Not a flattering photo, but I’m having fun!

So that’s my vacation. Now back to real life: work, cooking, cleaning…sigh. Oh, and writing, of course. Better get to it! :-)

Holiday/Vacation/Summer Break Begins – See Ya Later!

As I’m sure you’ve guessed, I’m about to disappear for a couple of weeks. I’m very fortunate to be visiting Tunisia, a fascinating country on the continent of Africa. Long-suffering hubby is coming too, of course. :-)

I intend to:

Read lots of books

Laze about and get a suntan

Visit places of interest

Play in the pool and the sea

Eat local foods, and enjoy a drink or two. ;-)

Oh, and shop. I like haggling in markets.

I may pop up on social media from time to time, or I may not…

Be good while I’m away!

Karen xx

The Blood and the Cauldron – Part 3

Karen Soutar:

The 3rd and final part of this tale (for now). ;-)
Many thanks to Mari Wells for letting me feature on her blog!

(Read Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven’t already)

Originally posted on Mari Wells:

Karen is back to give you the final installment of The Blood and the Cauldron

The Blood and the Cauldron – Part 3

Mark pounded on the door of the cottage. He hated going behind Ewan’s back, but his friend was in over his head this time. ‘Kate! Open up!’

‘Good Goddess!’ The door flew open, revealing the Witch – as she was known to nearly everyone. Most people didn’t want to know her name, or any more about her than they needed to. At this moment, Mark saw why. Her arms were covered up to the elbows with leaves and sap, and in her left hand she held a bundle of twigs which was crawling with spiders.

‘Kate, I need your help,’ panted Mark. ‘It’s Ewan.’

‘Get in here.’ Kate hurried back inside.

Following her, Mark glimpsed something steaming away in her stillroom, before he was whisked into the…

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The Blood and the Cauldron – Part 2

Karen Soutar:

Okay folks, this is the EROTIC Part 2 of my vampire story. AND there’s blood. You have been warned… ;-)

(If you haven’t already, read Part 1 here. And for Part 3, click here)

Originally posted on Mari Wells:

Everyone who knows Karen’s writing knows it gets HOT and steamy. She’s about to make it hot and steamy up on this blog. You know if you’ve got Little “eyes” all around you or not. If you do, I recommend you come back once those little “eyes” take their naps. :D

The Blood and the Cauldron – Part 2

‘No,’ he whispered. ‘It’s not true. It can’t be. I’ve seen you in daylight. You can’t…you can’t…’
The corners of Cara’s mouth turned up. ‘Never full daylight, Ewan. At dawn and dusk. If I’ve consumed enough human blood I can withstand the light. It lulls people into a false sense of security.’
He scrambled towards the door, but the acolytes caught him. His body betrayed him, refusing to fight as lust surged at their touch. Forcing his mind to overcome his treacherous limbs, he struggled in their grasp. He might as…

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