The files are also kept under the Sinner’s Tab but here are the three files for readers. This is a collection of the Sloe Ride vignette shots done for the SR Blog Tour.
EPUB: http://vitaenoir.com/shotgun/shot_glass_sin_rhysford.epub
MOBI: http://vitaenoir.com/shotgun/shot_glass_sin_rhysford.mobi
PDF: http://vitaenoir.com/shotgun/shot_glass_sin_rhysford.pdf
Roast pork, sage stuffing, with gravy and the smallest brussel sprouts I have ever seen. They are wee little sprouts.
Tonight’s dinner is local to Hawai’i meal called loco moco. It is pretty simplistic. White rice, two hamburger patties, eggs, and brown gravy. Salt pepper and Tabasco sauce to taste.
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Deacon Reid was born bad to the bone with no intention of changing. A lifetime of law-bending and living on the edge suits him just fine—until his baby sister dies and he finds himself raising her little girl.
Staring down a family history of bad decisions and reaped consequences, Deacon cashes in everything he owns, purchases an auto shop in Half Moon Bay, and takes his niece, Zig, far away from the drug dens and murderous streets they grew up on. Zig deserves a better life than what he had, and Deacon is determined to give it to her.
Lang Harris is stunned when Zig, a little girl in combat boots and a purple tutu, blows into his bookstore, and then he’s left speechless when her uncle, Deacon Reid, walks in hot on her heels. Lang always played it safe, but Deacon tempts him to step over the line… just a little bit.
More than a little bit. And Lang is willing to be tempted.
Unfortunately, Zig isn’t the only bit of chaos dropped into Half Moon Bay. Violence and death strike, leaving Deacon scrambling to fight off a killer before he loses not only Zig but Lang too.
Can I tell you… do not reset your browser. I’ve just spent half an hour resetting my add ons and cookies. So so so much bother.
Dog wants to be on the dog bed. Problem? Cat the size of a Buick is already there.
Poor puppy.
I haven’t updated my blog in a couple of days.
It’s been a bit busy. Work. Writing. Sleep. Coffee. That’s pretty much the cycle of my life.
What about you all? What are you doing to break up your days into something fun?
i’m just going to leave this here. i hope you take it with you when you go.
Tonight’s dinner is gumbo. I started it at 10 am. Finished it up about half an hour ago. Letting it cool a bit because it’s Pompei hot so…. there you go. Rice is made and under the soup. There’s an argument for and against rice. Some people like it in the gumbo. Others don’t. Rice is apparently a point of contention.
I like rice so there you have it… rice.
Chicken, sausage and shrimp and okra.
The chicken for gumbo is being thawed. Nope. Didn’t get to it yesterday. So much happening and really, my brain was leaking.
That’s the problem with writing sometimes… the world continues to go on and I’m embroiled in a world of my own. It’s difficult to switch back out. A flag burning video jerked me out and then I ended up in a protracted discussion about why symbols matter. I don’t want to get into another discussion here about it. I don’t like flag burning and I’ll leave it at that. Me, the hard core liberal… yep, but I’ll own that of myself.
Neko the cat however is busy watching bird TV. We have a hell of a lot of hummingbirds and it’s like her NASCAR. They zoom in and around the feeder. Very mean little bastards.
Yoshi and Tam, the other two felines of the house, couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the birds. The dog DID just wake up out of a sound sleep to give a half-hearted woof at the sound of an ambulance siren. Dog needs a shower and a shave. Clipped down is the best way to keep him less rank. Mostly because he goes out and rolls in dead things. Really, the owls in the neighbourhood could do me the singular favour of not horking owl pellets up into the back yard.
Today will be spent writing. I need to leave this world for a few hours. Wash myself into another’s flavour and scents. Wish me luck. It’s always an interesting journey.
Tonight’s dinner… carne asada fries from Sombrero’s
So one of the best things about San Diego is carne asada fries. It’s pretty simple. Fries, carne asada, cheese and sour cream. Guacamole is optional but I didn’t get any this time. Green salsa. Which I prefer over red.
We have other things… fish tacos are great. But really, carne asada fries are godlike.
Rhys Ford 