Yum.

Thank you, Amie Stuart. Go here for awesome recipe for Thai-ish chicken.

I am sick with some freak not-quite-a-head-cold-and-not-quite-the-flu-but-I-feel-like-shit-regardless thing, and writing. The latest novella rewrite is going well, and because I’m finally happy with the conflict and characters, it will be the final draft until the tweaks and such that I have to do for revisions and after feedback. This is from the opening:

Less than a minute after her employer’s nephew strode into view beyond one of JFK’s security checkpoints, Maggie Wren realized that her new boss was a madman.

There had been signs, of course — such as the numerous life-sized self-portraits decorating his San Francisco mansion and his insistence on calling Maggie “Winters” — but she hadn’t counted his nephew among them until Geoffrey Blake walked close enough for Maggie to see his [something that Meljean won't reveal for another eight months or so, when it's time to post the excerpt for this novella.]

Also, contests! Don’t forget that two ARCs for Demon Bound are up for grabs (scroll down two posts); Nalini Singh is having a HOSTAGE TO PLEASURE contest; Ann Aguirre is hosting a contest for her newest release, WANDERLUST.