This week I had a furry visitor into my world. It's been a fun, trying and often hilarious few days as I have had to confront my nemesis--the Hoary Marmot. I have to admit, I had to research the little creature that chose to reside in the dust covered under belly of my beat up farm truck. The creature was what most call a 'whistle pig' and rightly so--the giant ground squirrel (only slightly less fat than my tom cat) chirped and bleated whenever anything came within 20 feet of MY truck. However, this nugget, Hoary Marmot, taught me a lesson as it sequestered my vehicle--it taught me perseverance (and pepper spray to the face is quite unpleasant).
He stayed in my truck for four days without food (and water only from that of which was shot at him through a pressurized hose) in a habitat that could in only the minimalist way be considered appropriate for an overstuffed squirrel. Yet even with the most adamant of prodding, and an entire can bear spray, he refused to leave. Many questions came to mind, but I had to admire him for his tenacity. Regardless of how hard I tried to humanely remove him, he refused to move from his 'comfort' zone.As a paranormal romance writer, I'm often faced with situations where I'm forced to fight for what I desire (i.e. my trucks wiring to not be destroyed). As I've said many times before, being a writer is a tough business. And like the fat marmot, there are times when I want to stuff myself into a hole for days, and scream at people who even think about approaching me. However unlike the somewhat cute and ornery beast I must exit my den and face the world and all the pitfalls and criticism that come with it.After four days of battle, the marmot disappeared into the night after a hard-won war--he being the clear victor and me being the out-smarted human. I must chuckle and remind myself that like the Marmot, with patience and perseverance I will attain my goal (my wiring remains unscathed). But I must admit, I don't believe I want to meet another Marmot--in my truck's undercarriage or otherwise.
Books, For Readers, Guest Blogger, Special Operations
WHEN DEATH COMES FOR YOU
Sergeant Brooke Forester wants to live a life that means something, and one in which she isn’t perpetually shrouded by her father’s sins.
YOU MUST FIGHT
But in the blink-and-you-miss town of Sula, Montana, gossip constantly sweeps through the community… And, while Brooke has been the public’s target for years, soon no gossip is juicier than that about the sexy, new FBI agent Sawyer Reynolds who has come to investigate a series of strange and gruesome murders.
OR DIE
Just when Brooke thinks she escapes her past, her past returns—
and brings a cold, calculating psychopath right along with it.
And this time, the killer won’t stop until they take every last shred of her identity and eventually, her life.
For Readers
Excerpt from Hidden Truth (STEALTH Series, Book 1):
She clicked open the tabs of the gun case, exposing the M24 sniper rifle. It was a thing of beauty. Even without firing a single round from this particular gun, Trish Martin could recall the precise feel of pulling the trigger, smelling the spent powder and watching as her enemies fell to their knees.
There was no greater feeling in the world than a justified kill. The men standing around her, those dealing in death, would be easy to strip from this earth…
