We got to Brookfield Zoo around ten, and even though I had forty dollars in my purse, Cole insisted on paying for the both of us. We entered through an underground tunnel that led to the main entrance. Images of ostriches and lions watched us pass as we followed the crowd to the turnstiles.
Cole handed a heavyset guy in a blue uniform our tickets and then held his hand in front of him.
“Thanks.” I tucked my hair behind my ear and asked, “Are you sure your friends won’t mind me tagging along?”
During the drive over, I envisioned Cole’s friends as a group of unruly demons. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t asked him what to expect when he first mentioned getting out of the apartment. When I voiced my concerns to Cole, he let out a loud guffaw. A minute later, he assured me there wouldn’t be a demon in the bunch, except for us. He also told me that Luz was psyched to meet me. She was tired of being the only girl in the group.
Cole and I headed toward a large water fountain at the center of the zoo. A boy wearing a lion sun visor held his little hands up as if they were paws and roared. His sister—who was about half his size—screamed. I couldn’t help but laugh. Then I remembered Cole’s comment back at the apartment.
“Are you really a fan of leopards?” I asked.
“Snow leopards,” he corrected. “They’re smaller than other wild cats, but they’re graceful, cunning, and exceptional survivors.”
I got the feeling he related to them on a personal level. Cole had said incubi were low on Hell’s totem pole of bad asses.
“What’s your favorite animal?” he asked.
I tapped a finger to my lips. “Hmm—”
He jumped in front of me, walking backward with a bounce in his step. “Don’t tell me. I’ll guess.”
I giggled. Cole’s behavior was so human it was hard to believe he was a demon. But then again, so was I.
“You’ll never guess.”
He tipped his head to the side. “Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe,” I replied with a smile.
He slowed, avoiding bumping into a stroller even though his back was to it.
“How’d you know they were there?” I whispered, fully expecting to be told that demons had the radar-like senses of a shark.
“Reflection in your sunglasses.” He wiggled the ones he wore.
Darn on the supernatural radar, or lack thereof.
“Where were we?” he asked.
“You were about to admit there is no way you’ll guess my favorite animal.”
“You think so.” Cole smirked. “Let’s make it interesting…winner sleeps in the bed tonight, his choice if he wants to share.”
“Or hers, and just so you know, I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”
“You did last night.”
“I was passed out due to being drugged. It doesn’t count.”
I hadn’t given much thought to the fact that Cole and I shared everything in a one-bedroom apartment. “Does the couch pull out into a sofa bed?”
“Nope. I usually don’t have company sleep over. I discovered last night you’re a cover hog.”
Since most mornings I woke tangled in the sheet, I knew better than to argue with the latter statement. “Don’t you have girls over?”
“Definitely not. Except Luz, but she’s a friend and doesn’t stay the night.” His expression became serious. “No bringing work home. House rule.”
I didn’t plan on hooking up with anyone, so that rule was fine by me. “Deal.”
His lips curved upward into a devilish smirk. “Which one: you won’t bring strange guys home, or you’re willing to risk losing dibs on the comfy mattress?”
I began to think Lilith had purposely paired me with Cole as a way to add to my own personal Hell. He was seriously charming and—had we been human—the type of guy I went for.
But he’s not human, and the only reason you find him charming is because he’s the only person you’re still allowed to talk to.
Even Gregory Davis—the geeky brain from school with thick black glasses and a never-ending supply of sweater vests—would look appealing when you’re staring down eternity and he’s the only person you know.
I shook my head to clear my runaway thoughts and replied with confidence, “Both.”
“Be prepared to lose.” He turned and fell in stride with me. In a low voice, he said, “Luz, Nick, and Dylan are human. Hunter’s something else.”I stopped. “What’s Hunter?”
Creatively Green is the blog of freelance writer, avid crafter, and La Mamma Verde (the green mom), Wenona Napolitano. This blog features everything about her creatively green life from green crafting to eco-gardening, green parenting and green living in general. You will also find articles on writing, being a mom writer, and see guest posts from authors. Full of green musings, eco-product reviews, book notes, eco-friendly crafts and so much more.
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
In the Garden with Cherie Colyer #InTheGarden
Creating a lovely outdoor space to read, entertain, or just relax.
My landscaping is a never-ending work-in-progress. But I have learned a few tricks over the years.
Healthy soil is a must. We mix potting soil in the dirt of our flowerbeds. This gives the roots room to grow, and the potting soil helps hold in moisture and nutrients. For large areas, we’ll mix peat moss into the soil.
We love pops of color and fragrant plants and found cranesbill hardy, beautiful, and the light citrusy smell is amazing. It’s also a perennial, so it comes back every year.
Flowering bushes and trees will make your yard smell heavenly in spring. My favorites are plum bushes and crabapple trees. Plum bushes smell like sweet jasmine only better, and the crabapple trees remind me of cherry popsicles. The combination of the two makes for a truly delightful scent.
Since I’m chatting about wonderfully fragrant plants, lemongrass not only smells nice, it keeps mosquitos away. This herb can be used as ornamental grass and grows well in planters, making it easy to place around decks and patios.
Newspaper makes for an inexpensive yet efficient weed barrier. It’s also biodegradable. This works nicely for the areas where your mulch is thinner.
I love planters, but they can get quite heavy. I live in an area where temps can drop below zero, so we need to bring ours inside in the winter. To keep them from becoming too heavy, we fill the bottom with empty plastic bottles. Any kind will do: water bottles, milk jugs, even empty laundry detergent containers. This also saves on the amount of dirt you need and helps with drainage.
Now, if I could only get the squirrels to stop digging in my flowerpots and the rabbits to stop eating the flowers in the ground I’d be all set!
If you have any ideas that don’t include expensive granules that wash away in the rain or coyote piss, please let me know. (Yes coyote piss is a thing, which we tried. We were desperate. It worked for a while, but it also kept us out of the backyard.)
Thanks to Creatively Green for having me on her lovely blog!
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Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose PRess
Date of Publication: November 18, 2020
Number of pages: 298
Word Count: 76140
Cover Artist: Diana Carlile
Tagline: Can an eighteen-year-old virgin fulfill her succubus duties without losing her innocence?
Death isn’t the end for eighteen-year-old Avery Williams, and her final resting place isn’t beyond the Golden Gates. No, the Queen of the Damned has plans for her and, unbeknownst to Avery, fought hard to gain possession of her soul.
As Hell’s newest succubus, Avery is expected to siphon life from the living. It only takes a long, meaningful kiss, but for a virgin like Avery, kissing guys she barely knows isn’t something she’s comfortable doing. Avery focuses on the upside of her fate—she’ll be returning home, or so she thinks.
When the Queen of the Damned cuts her off from her old life, Avery is determined to find a way back to her family and friends, even if it means facing Hell’s fury if she’s caught.
Professional network technician by day, novelist by night, Cherie lives a quiet life in the Chicago suburbs with her charming husband. She has four amazing sons who she loves dearly. Cherie magically weaves together stories with a paranormal twist. She’s the author of the Embrace series (Embrace, Hold Tight, and Entwined), Challenging Destiny, Damned When I Didn’t, and Friends to the End. She waltzes into the adult novel world with this enchanting holiday romance, Merry Little Wishing Spritz.
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