I’m just checking in to give everyone an update. The Promise is going well and I am hoping for a summer release. My goal for the Pyte readers is this fall followed by Devastated, the first Anger Management novel. I am considering trying for a new Christmas themed novel this year, but that might have to wait. I know it’s been a while since I have been able to publish and I promise that I am doing my best. It’s been a hell of a year since we moved down to Florida and finally able to get some answers for the kids, getting the right diagnosis for them, and getting them into the right therapy. It’s honestly been a nightmare and a blessing. It’s made writing or getting anything done a challenge. I’m doing my best to work around their needs right now, setting a schedule and making sure that they are getting what they need. It’s going to be a lot of work, but I’m pretty damn excited to start this journey with them now that we know what we need to do 🙂
YA update, I seriously cannot wait to start Sebastian and Mikey’s YA series. It’s killing me, because I know exactly how the YA series will end, what kind of man Sebastian will turn out to be, the woman that Mikey will turn into, and how their adult book will play out, but I have to wait to get it done when I all I want to do is tell you about it! I’m very excited for their series.
With that being said, I hope you enjoy tonight’s Chronicle, the Chronicle that almost wasn’t, because apparently the power strip got hit with a surge and is no longer working. I thought my computer was dead for a while there. Thankfully, my eleven year old told me to try another plug 🙂 It worked, so here is The Sleepover: Part II. This Chronicle series will loop back to Trevor and Zoe’s nap series 😉
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An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Your father is going to kill me,” Jonathan announced as Mikey laid there, trying to push the large jerk that had helped himself to her Kindle off her back, but he simply adjusted his legs with a satisfied sigh and pinned her to the couch.
“For what?” she asked, really wishing the men in this family learned to get to the point. It would really save her a lot of wasted time, she thought with a groan as she tried to reach back and shove Sebastian’s legs off only to give up with another groan.
“This and that,” Jonathan said absently as he rubbed the back of his neck while he shot the back door a look that she was becoming very familiar with.
“What did you do?” she demanded with a glare as she reached down and picked her baseball off the floor so that she could roll it between her hands as she waited to find out what her favorite cousin had done now.
He cleared his throat and shifted his attention to the windows.
“I told you not to do it,” Cole said as he shoved Mathew off the other couch and laid down with a satisfied sigh.
“Do what?” Sebastian, the jerk that she was going to shove into the first pit that she found, asked, sounding bored even as he shifted to get more comfortable and caused her to rectify her earlier decision to wait until she found a pit, to digging one up first thing in the morning and shoving him head first in it.
“There’s a horror movie marathon on Cinemax,” Joshua said, giving up on trying to glare at Jessica into moving and settled for dragging his sleeping bag over to the other side of the room and settled in next to Mathew, who was still glaring at Cole.
“It starts at two a.m.,” Elizabeth added with a shrug.
“Okay,” Mikey said slowly with a frown, trying to figure out what the problem was. Besides the fact that her father would kill them if she found out that they were trying to watch what she could only assume were rated R movies.
Then again, they should probably be more concerned with what her mother would do if she found out…
“We wanted to make sure that we didn’t miss it,” Jonathan said with a sheepish look that had her narrowing her eyes on him and decided to make that pit big enough for two.
“What. Did. You. Do?” she bit out as she rolled the ball angrily between her hands.
“He set the alarm for one thirty,” Mathew said and before she could respond, Joshua added, “On all the iPads and iPods.”
Really hoping that they were talking about some other iPads and iPods in some other house, she worried her bottom lip, hoping against hope only to have Jonathan ruin all of her hopes and dreams with, “I didn’t sit them all for one-thirty. I set them at ten-minute intervals to ensure that we didn’t miss the beginning.”
“I see,” she said weakly, because she did see…
Her parents were going to kill them.
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