Ringing in the New Year with free books and freaky lemons!

I think one resembles a trussed up chicken.

I think one resembles a trussed up chicken.

Just harvested 8 bushels of lemons. I’ve got at least 3 more still up in the tree. I’m declaring 2014 The Year of Abundant Lemon Curd. Every season we get some of the oddest lemons. I suspect it’s because our lemon tree has reverted to an earlier and far more ancient genotype. Those pictured above are not even the best. I gave the best to the neighbor’s kids to take to school for show and tell.

Ah, free books! What better way to start the year. I’m starting off with my Four-Book Space Opera Omnibus - The Daughters of Persephone. Go here and upload all you grasshoppers!

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Princess-in-exile, Aja Bokinan, is the Thousand Year Empress. While her family has remained in forced isolation for nearly thirty years, women throughout the empire have been banned from public life. Females have no legal standing and they have become little better than property. The restoration of the monarchy is their only hope. Revolution threatens the male dominated Coalition. Resistance forces expect the Princess to be the salvation of the empire. The ruling generals fear she will be its destruction.
Kyr Aram, is a smuggler and secret Resistance sympathizer. He must find a way to protect the Princess from both the general who plans her assassination and a traitor on his own ship who wishes to see her dead. Kyr believes she is no more than valuable cargo. With the Thousand Year Empress, he gets more than he bargained for.
The Lady Ennat, has been sent by her mother to Resistance Commander, Karna Aram for protection. She is a Blood decoy. Her role is to protect her sister Aja, the Thousand Year Empress. She must draw the bulk of the Coalition forces away from the Resistance fighters. From the beginning she’s known she may not live to see tomorrow, yet despite her misgivings she finds herself drawn to Commander Aram.
Karna Aram wanted the woman from the moment she set foot on his supply depot, but nobody touches a Princess of the Blood. He resists his bone deep desire until Ennat challenges him to pick up a sword and spar with her. All bets are off. Karna has a different kind of sword play in mind.
When the Ennat and her sister, Aja, are reunited, they know the Coalition is coming after them. They must risk all to save their devoted fighters and the men they love.
A thousand years have passed since the Empress Aja Bokinan and her consort Kyr Aram settled on Calen. As the legend foretold, a great evil has arisen. Black Frocks scour the planets, searching out women, children and even men with a trace of the Royal Blood, sacrificing them to their dark god.
When they see her mahogany hair and gray eyes, Issa Bokinan’s family flees the village for the safety of the mountains, but even that is not far enough. It is up to The Red Demon, Tem, to hide the young Empress away in the past, teaching her to use her powers, grooming her for the day when she will face the Black Frocks and her own death.
But the Red Demon has a plan within a plan. She’s meddled in the gene pool, producing a man with powers Women of the Blood only dream of. She wants Kane Tirol for her own, but Kane, a Calen man, wants nothing to do with the Red Demon. He is bonded to Issa Bokinan, and not even time can keep them apart.
There is a reason Tem is called the Red Demon. She does what she wants when she wants. No one controls her. Time and space do not hinder her. Worshipped on ancient Earth as a goddess among many people in many different lands, nobody opposes her, except her creations, Issa Bokinan and Kane Tirol.
Having left her own daughters behind on Earth as seed stock for future generations, Tem had hoped to make a life with Kane. That is not to be. Rejected, alone and broken, she seeks comfort in the past with the Empress Ya, on Persephone, promising to behave and keep her identity a secret. Tem is hard pressed to control her worst impulses when she’s caught riding the Empress’ prize stallion.
Horse Master, Aytan Kirrae, cannot believe his eyes. A small Red Woman has just ridden off on the stallion named for him, a horse bred for the Empress Ya. He waits for her return, flipping her over his knee, meting out what he thinks will be a kinder punishment than she would receive from the Magistrate. He has no idea the small Red Woman can kill him with a single drop of her blood.
Pulled along to the future against his will, Aytan thinks he’s dreaming, until he must share the Blood Bond with Tem to save her life. Once he does, his own life will never be the same.

Happy 2014 loves! Jullia

Should I really? Avoid this, I mean.

Yeah, probably.

Rachel says this- Two things a blogger probably should not touch with a ten-foot pole, politics and religion. Well crappola. Probably shouldn’t touch diet issues either.

I have really strong opinions and I have to bite my lip every damn day because I figure my readers have zero interest in my personal political and religious views, and yet…This is important stuff. Le’ sigh…

Woody Allen, yeah, the guy who slept with and then married his step-daughter, sums it up best in these stellar scenes from his early movie, Sleeper:

Look, don’t you understand? In six months we’ll be stealing Erno’s nose.”

Extended footage - Seriously great stuff! Worth the fifteen minutes of your time.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.

Our family Christmas in Montana was amazing. As one of my daughters said, “The best thing about this trip is the isolation. If we were in Napa everyone would be off in different directions, spending time with friends, eating at restaurants, going to clubs… We’d be scattered. But here we’re all together, cooking together, working together, playing together. It’s perfect!”

Cows gotta be fed. Horses gotta be watered. Dolly, the milk cow, has gotta be milked, sick heifers gotta be doctored. Christmas gifts gotta be delivered in an all-wheel drive trunk. Wine and whiskey gotta be drunk. If you want fresh crusty bread you bake it. If you want a hot pizza you make it and you make the sauce from home-canned tomatoes too. Everybody works to keep the wood stove fired up. There’s no slacking off when you live on a ranch. Blizzard or no blizzard. Well, especially during a blizzard.

Don’t laugh, but this is my idea of heaven. I’ll take Big Sky Country any day.

Sledding on a crisp clear cold day.

Oscar and Julia sledding on a crisp clear cold day.

And ‘Oscar’ (with help from our girls) gave me the best Christmas present ever:

A New Coat!

A New Coat!

I hope your Christmas was bright and shiny. After a challenging 2013 I’m wishing you all a better 2014. (Please let us all have a better 2014!)

Jake’s Christmas Letter to His Mom.

The drive home.

The drive home.

Dear Mom, I’m sorry I dragged you over the cliff. But it was a herd of eight deer, mom. A. Herd. Of. Eight. Deer. I counted… eight. And in my defense, they leaped over the trail right in front of us, all eight of them, single file. I didn’t have time to think. You sometimes forget at heart I am a predator. I may be a doggie genius, but my instinctive prey drive can override my cognitive processes in a nanosecond. Oh, and I’m sorry for hauling you across the meadow when I spotted that buck, but try to see it from my perspective- he was a six pointer with a massive head and neck, just like Bambi’s dad. How could I not chase him? I mean, he was an animated character come to life! Seriously. On the bright side… It was the meadow and you managed to stay upright that time.

The long drive home.

The long drive home.

Dear Mom, I’m sorry I misjudged the distance during my most recent *fly-by. I’m sorry I sent you sprawling into the sand. I know it sounds lame, but I neglected to make adjustments for the strong head wind when I leaped into the air. But if you look on the bright side it was the beach and you weren’t injured and this is only the second time I’ve miscalculated in two whole years. So you have to give me some credit. I was so humiliated and ashamed and filled with remorse that I climbed into your lap and licked your face. (Never mind that I then proceeded to dig a hole beneath you in case it was necessary to hide the body…) Look at it this way- Anybody mess with my mom I’m on him like white on rice. I’ll rip him limb from limb. I’ll moitilize him (it’s a good dog word). Why, they’ll be nothing left of him but chum, yeah, chum, for that Red Triangle. You know, that part of the ocean we were staring at?

*fly-by: Jake’s practice attack. He runs at high speed then leaps into the air and sails past my shoulder, barely a hair’s breadth away. I turn sideways to present a smaller target. He never comes at me all out and he loves doing it. It looks like this except no teeth:

The mop.

The mop.

Dear Mom, I’m sorry I mopped the floor with the cat. But there was water on the floor and the cat was on the floor and he’s kinda fluffy and it was the cat so I figured… I did clean his ears afterwards.

Dear Mom, I’m sorry I licked that human poop, but in my defense if whoever pooped didn’t want me to lick it he or she wouldn’t have left it on the side of the trail. He or she would have pooped somewhere off the trail and kicked dirt over it like a civilized creature.

New deck in progress.

New deck in progress.

Dear Mom, thanks for building me this amazing obstacle course! I love it!

Louie's stash.

Louie’s stash.

Dear Mom, thanks for unearthing my older brother’s secret cache of bones when you were getting ready to build my amazing obstacle course!

Dear Mom, thanks for not freaking out when I found that fawn’s rib cage and chased the cougar and ripped off my toenail and sliced my face with barbed wire. Thanks for brushing the stickers out of my hair and checking my feet for foxtails every single day. Thanks for pulling out those nasty deer ticks. (Yeah, we all know, the entire neighborhood can hear your screams.)

Love ya, Mom!

Chicks dig scars...

Chicks dig scars…

Merry Christmas