Bad, Dad and Dangerous Blog Tour: Today’s Stop is: PRG!

Today’s stop is: Paranormal Romance Guild!

Welcome five hot and dangerous dads who only want a bit of alone time after packing their spawn off to Summer Camp! But oh, the world and love have different plans for them. Coming out October 6!

Follow the Blog Tour and Enter the Giveaway at EACH Stop!
Oct 1: BookGemz
Oct 2: Paranormal Romance Guild
Oct 4: Boy Meets Boy
Oct 5: Reading Reality
Oct 6: Blogger Girls
Oct 7: Love Bytes
Oct 8: MM Good Book Reviews
Oct 9: Twinsie Talk

Bad, Dad and Dangerous Anthology
Bru Baker, Jenn Moffatt, TA Moore, and Rhys Ford
Purchase at DSP Or Amazon or Barnes and Noble

When the kids are away, the monsters will play.

School’s out for summer, and these dads are ready to ship their kids off to camp. Not just because their kids are monsters—whose aren’t?—but because they’re ready for some alone time to let their hair down and their fangs out. You see, not only are the kids monsters—their dads are too.

Even the most dangerous of creatures has a soft spot. These bad, dangerous dads love their kids to death, but they need romance.

Every year, for a few short weeks, these hot men with a little extra in their blood get to be who they truly are. And this year, life has a surprise for them. Whether they be mage, shifter, vampire, or changeling, these heartbreakingly handsome dads might be looking to tear up the town… but they’ll end up falling in love. All it takes is the right man to bring them to their knees.

Monster Hall Pass by Bru Baker
White-collar dad Hugh Whitby dotes on his adopted daughter, but she’s away at camp. Now it’s time let the vampiric urges he so tightly controls run wild and take advantage of his monster hall pass to feed on criminals. But when fae prince Rykoff of Harlow interrupts Hugh feeding, he catches Hugh’s daughter’s scent and vows to avenge the fae youngling he believes Hugh has captured.

Hugh had no idea his daughter’s teacher wasn’t human, and it rocks the foundation of his world. He must convince Rykoff that the fae youngling in question is safe with her vampire dad and can prosper in the mortal realm—or risk losing her forever.

Kismet & Cadavers by Jenn Moffatt
Thomas Anders is prepared for two weeks of alone time, or as alone as he can be living with his daughter’s sentient undead cat, running the family occult shop, and keeping San Diego safe from the strange and supernatural. What he doesn’t expect is for KJ Beshter to arrive in his shop bearing a gift card Thomas’s daughter cast a spell on.

Thomas has met her handsome magic-sensitive teacher before, but now would be perfect timing for them to get to know one another better…

If something wicked didn’t want to sink its claws into KJ too….

Elf Shot by TA Moore
All Conri wanted was to drop his kid off at Changeling camp, find the nearest halfway nice hotel, and enjoy a week of uncomplicated debauchery. It should be simple. Instead , Conri will need all the help he can get—even if it does come from a distractingly pretty, tightly wound Iron Door agent who doesn’t trust Conri to be on the right side.

When a local girl disappears, the neighborhood quickly lays blame at the well-guarded gates of the camp. With his son incriminated, a mystery to solve, and a malevolent pocket of the Otherworld to navigate, Conri will need all the help he can get—even if it does come from a distractingly pretty, tightly wound Iron Door agent who doesn’t trust Conri to be on the right side.

Wolf At First Sight (A Wayward Wolves Novella) by Rhys Ford
SFPD Lieutenant Joseph Zanetti has spent years protecting his city, and from the looks of St. Connal’s Pub and its bad-boy owner, Levi Keller, the place is a hotspot for trouble and violence. Joe’s problem? Levi is delectably hot, with secrets Joe can’t wait to dig into.

As a Peacekeeper for paranormals, wolf shifter Levi doesn’t need the complication of a hot cop sniffing around his pub when he’s just sent his teen son off to summer camp. He’s busy brokering a peace agreement between two warring factions. When Joe stumbles into Levi’s world, both plunge into a situation neither one of them was ready for—falling in love.

Bad, Dad and Dangerous Blog Tour: Today’s Stop is: Book Gemz!

Today’s stop is: Book Gemz

Welcome five hot and dangerous dads who only want a bit of alone time after packing their spawn off to Summer Camp! But oh, the world and love have different plans for them. Coming out October 6!

Follow the Blog Tour and Enter the Giveaway at EACH Stop!
Oct 1: BookGemz
Oct 2: Paranormal Romance Guild
Oct 4: Boy Meets Boy
Oct 5: Reading Reality
Oct 6: Blogger Girls
Oct 7: Love Bytes
Oct 8: MM Good Book Reviews
Oct 9: Twinsie Talk

Bad, Dad and Dangerous Anthology
Bru Baker, Jenn Moffatt, TA Moore, and Rhys Ford
Purchase at DSP Or Amazon or Barnes and Noble

When the kids are away, the monsters will play.

School’s out for summer, and these dads are ready to ship their kids off to camp. Not just because their kids are monsters—whose aren’t?—but because they’re ready for some alone time to let their hair down and their fangs out. You see, not only are the kids monsters—their dads are too.

Even the most dangerous of creatures has a soft spot. These bad, dangerous dads love their kids to death, but they need romance.

Every year, for a few short weeks, these hot men with a little extra in their blood get to be who they truly are. And this year, life has a surprise for them. Whether they be mage, shifter, vampire, or changeling, these heartbreakingly handsome dads might be looking to tear up the town… but they’ll end up falling in love. All it takes is the right man to bring them to their knees.

Monster Hall Pass by Bru Baker
White-collar dad Hugh Whitby dotes on his adopted daughter, but she’s away at camp. Now it’s time let the vampiric urges he so tightly controls run wild and take advantage of his monster hall pass to feed on criminals. But when fae prince Rykoff of Harlow interrupts Hugh feeding, he catches Hugh’s daughter’s scent and vows to avenge the fae youngling he believes Hugh has captured.

Hugh had no idea his daughter’s teacher wasn’t human, and it rocks the foundation of his world. He must convince Rykoff that the fae youngling in question is safe with her vampire dad and can prosper in the mortal realm—or risk losing her forever.

Kismet & Cadavers by Jenn Moffatt
Thomas Anders is prepared for two weeks of alone time, or as alone as he can be living with his daughter’s sentient undead cat, running the family occult shop, and keeping San Diego safe from the strange and supernatural. What he doesn’t expect is for KJ Beshter to arrive in his shop bearing a gift card Thomas’s daughter cast a spell on.

Thomas has met her handsome magic-sensitive teacher before, but now would be perfect timing for them to get to know one another better…

If something wicked didn’t want to sink its claws into KJ too….

Elf Shot by TA Moore
All Conri wanted was to drop his kid off at Changeling camp, find the nearest halfway nice hotel, and enjoy a week of uncomplicated debauchery. It should be simple. Instead , Conri will need all the help he can get—even if it does come from a distractingly pretty, tightly wound Iron Door agent who doesn’t trust Conri to be on the right side.

When a local girl disappears, the neighborhood quickly lays blame at the well-guarded gates of the camp. With his son incriminated, a mystery to solve, and a malevolent pocket of the Otherworld to navigate, Conri will need all the help he can get—even if it does come from a distractingly pretty, tightly wound Iron Door agent who doesn’t trust Conri to be on the right side.

Wolf At First Sight (A Wayward Wolves Novella) by Rhys Ford
SFPD Lieutenant Joseph Zanetti has spent years protecting his city, and from the looks of St. Connal’s Pub and its bad-boy owner, Levi Keller, the place is a hotspot for trouble and violence. Joe’s problem? Levi is delectably hot, with secrets Joe can’t wait to dig into.

As a Peacekeeper for paranormals, wolf shifter Levi doesn’t need the complication of a hot cop sniffing around his pub when he’s just sent his teen son off to summer camp. He’s busy brokering a peace agreement between two warring factions. When Joe stumbles into Levi’s world, both plunge into a situation neither one of them was ready for—falling in love.

 

 

Today is BORKING DAY!

Today’s BORKING DAY REPORT!

Gus had a lot to complain about today. He’s been having a brushing before he has his eye allergy treatments in the evening so I guess he was complaining about his nightly spa moments. Or that he can’t see the front door because Badger’s Fort Asshole is in the front space. Either way, there was grumbling when he left. He is a good Potato and really just loves his Auntie Jessica.

Now he’s on cool down and it’s going to be a good Potato day. He got to roll around in wet grass and sit in the spray of a broken sprinkler… because outside water is always the best.

From his Aunt Jessica….

Lots of borking this morning! Gus did a lot of laying down taking breaks and rolling around in the grass. A lady did stop while driving by to say how adorable she thought Gus was!

Best,
Jessica

Brains… and words

Honestly, this past week has been… well, pick a bad word.

I’m alive. Everyone I know is healthy. I have food and shelter and am in decent health. I have blessings and I know this.

Still, sometimes depression does swamp me and at times, it’s good to take a moment or five hundred to breathe.

Today was going to be one of those days but… life took a turn and well, just dealing with all of the stuff that comes with being an adult.

I hope you all are doing well. And that you take a moment for yourself.

Today is Borking Friday!

TODAY IS BORKING DAY!
 
Fresh off his new bed, the Blond Potato was napping when his Auntie Jessica came over but once he spotted her at the open door, he was raring to go.
 
While we have good air quality (relatively) it still is a bit overcast with orange but the weather is cool. He came back not quite so fatigued but still needing some water because WALKING IS SERIOUS BUSINESS.
 
But he is home, happy and content because he got Jessica scritches and belly rubs.
 
From his Aunt Jessica:
Gus had a fun Bork this morning! So glad it cooled down this weekend! Gus loved it too.

Code Switching or W(hy)TF Should I Speak Proper English?

I say “no worry” A LOT.

Speak proper English.

I heard this a lot as a kid. So much so it became something to live up to. I worked on it, adopting the clipped proper English spoken by some of my relatives (influenced by the British-imports in my family no doubt) and pushing down the Hawaiian, pidgin, Portuguese and everything else accents I grew up with.

Pidgin does have regional dialects, influences from island to island. I grew up on O’ahu but most of my family is from the Big Island… country side so I heard that a lot. I can slide into a deep pidgin. I know that. I also tend to drift into a casual pidgin when speaking with other locals or friends from Hawai’i. It’s not a habit. It’s more like a comfort food… like a mental loco moco. Easing back into that lingual shift.

As I got older, I realized I was in the same boat as many First Generations Americans (technically I’m First Gen because Hawai’i became a state only a few years before I was born.) We FGAs are told in order to be truly American… to REALLY succeed… we must sound for all intents and purposes, Upper Class White.

Common thing. Many regional and cultural accents are discarded / repressed in favour of this proper English. We’re told we’re stringing the words together wrong, speaking “trash” and in the words of Mrs. Brennan, my sixth grade teacher from Minnesota; “You sound like a grunting monkey. Speak English.”

I was speaking pidgin to someone at the time, outside of class and certainly not to her.

I hate that regional dialects / vernaculars are being suppressed and ridiculed. It angers me when someone says; Oh that person talks like they’re from the ghetto / they sound stupid like they don’t know how to speak. You know what? They’re speaking from where they are from. There should be no shame in that. And yet, here we are. Mocking how someone speaks.

But I understand. I hate that I do. I hate that we still have to smooth over how we speak in order to “pass” our English off as proper.

From Thought Co.

I do code-switch a lot. I have also been shamed for doing so. Even by some of my closest friends (usually when visiting an Asian restaurant) and I’ve sat back and listened to their words in my head, trying to understand where that comes from… why the shaming… why the discomfort or mockery of the “Asian half-English / pidgin” I’ll fall into when speaking to people I feel comfortable conversing using it.

There’s a struggle for me in understanding why. Is it like maybe speaking in a foreign language they don’t understand? Is it because they have no other base language? Or do they not understand that pidgin really IS my base language and my words are not strung together like English is. That it’s comfortable for me to slide into pidgin and I should never be made to feel ashamed for using it.

Because I will not be shamed for refusing to be erased.

See that’s what I feel when I hear someone say; Speak Proper English. Like I’m being shamed for interacting in a way that’s beneath them. Beneath their notice. I get all the perks you get for speaking English in the way it was constructed. I do. I also feel white-washed at times and tired of fighting to keep that English foremost and front-facing in my mind. Sometimes I just want to let go of the pronouns and syntax and clack-clack-clack of its rhythm and go back to the bubble-pop of my native sounds.

I worry we’re losing our muchness of who we are. Of where we came from. Of the us-ness we have right in our family because it’s frowned upon to speak anything other than “proper English” in order to pass in America as… a citizen. As if our skin colour or our facial features weren’t enough to be ashamed of, our language will mark us as foreign, as undesirable. Erase our names, erase our accents, erase our language… that’s what our parents and grandparents taught us.

I say we should never do that and yeah, I think if someone says something to me again about code-switching — even if it is someone I love dearly — I will gently correct them. Hopefully gently. English isn’t my first language and I’m not going to be made to feel less because I go back to my origins in order to speak to someone. I do lose English periodically. There are times when I am so tired I can’t even string together the words I need much less remember stuff like modifiers. It happens. I’ll even say that. Lost my English. Sorry. And it’s more of a… sorry if you didn’t understand me but not sorry that I’m not speaking it.

And if you have a regional accent, I would love to hear it more. I think it’s like verbal spice. We flavour our language with those tones and richness of spaces where we’re from. We don’t celebrate that enough. I want to celebrate hearing those differences.

Much rambling. More wording to do. Sleep good, okay?