Today, I have the awesomely cool Hildie McQueen as a guest. Welcome Hildie! She has a funny story to tell you about being in a hurry.
She’s also giving away one copy of Desperate Surrender to one commenter. so be sure to greet her.
In a rush to get to my volunteer work at my church, I picked up my bags and backed out of the house so not to let my rowdy Chihuahuas out. Then it dawned; I locked myself out of my house. With a resigned sigh, I went to my car, put all the crap in and pushed the garage door opener. Of course, this was the day the battery died.
I blinked for a few seconds, stared at the garage and hit the button again…and again, I mean that’s what you do for a human heart to restart it right? Well it didn’t work for the battery. Then somehow figuring the anger would give me super powers extra strength, I tried to pull it open. Other than a fart, not much gave.
Aha! I always forget to close the back door. With a smile I trudged to the side gate. Of course it rained in Georgia for the first time in three weeks and my mock-crocks were not the best to be wearing at the moment. But on I went through the mud and puddles, to the back door. Which of course, I remembered to lock.
At this point the Chihuahuas are excited, they are jumping up and down cheering me on as I lie down and attempt to shimmy as much of my shoulder as I can through their doggie door to reach the knob. My stupid arm is too short and now my back is wet and I’ve got muddy shoes, not to mention I’m a bit sweaty.
Oooh I’m mad now. With anger comes another aha moment. I grab a deck chair, stomp to the bathroom window tear off the screen to the cheering frantic barks of my canine alarm dogs. I suppose I should give them props someone was technically breaking in.
The window gives. It opens! And I have a short party. Why short? Well mainly because I am also short and a bit, shall we say curvy, chubby, yeah anyway. So when I hike up my leg, it’s nowhere near the bottom of the darn window. I try to hop, but my feet don’t leave the chair.
I finally get the courage to throw myself through the window. Well that’s an exaggeration, I drag myself up to the window, my belly gets caught and I’m hanging half in, half out, one hand on the toilet seat (ewww) and the other one in mid-air attempting to reach the floor.
After a few wiggles, I manage to climb fall in the rest of the way in and flop onto the floor (again ewww).
And I can’t get up.
No I’m not hurt, just so flipping out of breath, it’s physically impossible to move. I stare at the ceiling and wait for my breathing to normalize (is that even a word?), and just as I’m about to sit up, the happy hounds from hell rush in and jump up and down on my belly. Yay! They yap, Momma’s in the house!
I’m down again, but not for long, I manage to grab one of the little suckers for leverage.
Tired, hair now kinky from the sweat and drizzle, I get up, run a comb through it, put a band aid on my knee, change jeans and stomp out the front door, this time with keys in hand.
And I don’t feel one bit guilty about the unhappy barks. Yeah, yeah the party is over, go back to your whatever you were chewing or peeing on!
Morale – - Never, Ever Rush…or don’t adopt Chihuahuas…one of those two.
Bio: Hildie McQueen
Hildie McQueen, author of the Protector novels, loves the strange and unusual, pair that with humor and you’ve got an idea of what her writing is like. She makes sure action, intrigue, and sizzling romance add up to an escape that her readers won’t soon forget. Hildie is a member of Georgia Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America. She resides in the beautiful small town Georgia with her super-hero husband Kurt and two unruly Chihuahuas.
Where The Four Winds Collide – Historical Western – Jan 2013
Back of the Book Blurb:
Wendy O’Sullivan’s life drastically changes upon discovering she is not human, and is charged with guarding the Key of Peace. To make matters more complicated, she reunites with the Protector she’s dreamed of since the day he rescued her from a demon attack.
Kieran Frasier, hasn’t kissed, much less loved a woman in over three hundred years, his heart firmly encased behind thick walls. The fierce immortal defends innocents from powerful demons, but can he defend himself from diminutive Wendy, who manages to get past all his barricades?
Faced with arranged marriages to others and battling demons that will stop at nothing to capture Wendy, will they be forced to surrender their chance at true love for the greater good?