Anyone who has ever endured a health crises or supported a loved one through something scary and traumatic has probably asked themselves the same question. Is this Hell? Obviously, I have never been. I hear it's hot, and there's no room service or wi-fi. I kind of imagine this is what it feels like, though.
In my last post, I told you about our recent health scare. To summarize, my husband passed out at the gym and had to be revived with a portable defibrillator. After a a brief hospital stay, multiple follow up visits, and lots of tests, he was eventually referred to a cardiologist in Dallas who ordered a cardiac catheterization. If you're unfamiliar with the procedure (I was), it's where they insert a tube through an artery in either your groin or wrist, then thread that to the heart where they inject dye. It's done to check for blocked arteries and for possible stent placement.
My husband is only 41, has never smoked, and leads a pretty healthy lifestyle in terms of diet and exercise. However, he still has high cholesterol thanks to genetics. We were worried, of course, but we figured he'd have this test done, they might have to place a stent, and we'd be home by mid-afternoon.
Unfortunately, that's not even close to what happened.
We arrived at the heart clinic at 5:30 in the morning for him to have the procedure at 7:00. By noon, he had been admitted to the hospital and scheduled for cardiac bypass surgery 48 hours later. He had two blocked arteries, both too severe for a stent, and he already had some mild weakening of his heart.
It has been a really long fucking week. The nine hours he was in surgery were probably the most stressful of my life. Seeing him hooked up to a myriad of wires and tubes afterwards, witnessing how much pain he was in, is something I will never forget. Then, of course, there are the practical things. I'm not allowed to stay overnight with him, and the hospital is 30 minutes away on the turnpike...and I HATE driving in traffic. I'm at the hospital 8 to 12 hours every day, while still fitting in errands and chores before and after.
He's been an absolute rock star, though. The surgery went really well, and he's recovering quicker than even the doctors had expected. In fact, we're hopeful he'll be able to come home within the next 48 hours.
It's not over, though. While he's moving much better, and the pain is manageable, it's still going to be several weeks before he's recovered. And once he's home, it's all on me. No more nurses or techs to take on some of the load.
Of course, I love my husband, and I am more than willing to do this for him, but that does mean any writing is going to be spotty at best for the next couple of months. Moreover, if I do write, it's not going to be Beauty and Bad Blood.
I'm so sorry. I know you have been waiting on this story for a long time, but I just have so many negative feelings around this book right now. Trying to finish it while in this headspace wouldn't be fair to the characters or to you. So, for now, Beauty and Bad Blood is temporarily on hold. I just need a little breathing room, some time to de-stress, and once things get back to some semblance of normal, I promise I'll wrap it up and get it released.
In the meantime, I don't really know what I'll be writing, so I guess I'll be just as surprised as you, and that's kind of exciting!
Until Next Time
XoXo ~ Arden
It's been a rocky couple of weeks. I've been dealing with a lot of pain, swelling, and stiffness in my left hip. It makes it hard to walk and do normal daily things, but it's also difficult to sit still in one position for too long...you know, like when I'm writing. I'm hoping to get into the doctor to have it checked out soon, but right now, it's kind of on hold.
Last week, my husband passed out at the gym after a pretty brutal workout and was rushed by ambulance to the nearest cardiac hospital. After a couple of days in the hospital and several tests, doctors couldn't find any indication that he'd had a heart attack, even though coaches at the gym had to do chest compressions until EMTs arrived.
Unfortunately, they also don't know what caused the episode. My husband is still pretty young, he eats well, is at a healthy weight, and he exercises regularly. So, the past week has been filled with visits to various doctors, and we still have more tests to schedule.
As you can imagine, my stress level is through the roof.
I'm still trying to fit in writing where I can, but it hasn't been easy. Sometimes, it feels like I'm never going to finish this book, but I'm getting there one word at a time. Hubby has more tests scheduled for next week, and I'm crossing my fingers that we are going to finally get some answers.
I was hoping to have a release date to share today, but that just didn't happen. Please know that I'm trying, but right now, the best I can do is take it day by day and just do the next right thing.
You guys have been so patient, and I can't tell you how much that means to me. With any luck, my next update is going to be filled with much better news!
Just a quick update to let you guys know that I'm still working on Beauty and Bad Blood. Life has just been kind of a mess lately. Not only have I been extremely busy, but it feels like March and most of April was just one disaster after another.
Lightning hit our house and destroyed a lot of electronics, including a brand new television. It also damaged some of the wiring, so we didn't have electricity to two rooms or our smoke detectors for a bit. Someone wrecked into our car in the parking lot and just drove off. The garage door stopped working. Two of our irrigation lines started leaking. Someone stole my credit card number AND my email address??? I could go on, but you get the idea.
Things are still pretty hectic, but I'm carving out time to make some real progress on this book. My goal (plan? hope?) is to have Beauty and Bad Blood released by the end of May. This story is looking to be between 70-75k, so we'll see if I can make it happen, Cap'n. I'm also not sure if I will put this one on preorder or not. It'll largely depend on my editor's schedule, but I should know more in a couple of weeks.
Until then, here's the cover and blurb!
When bodies start turning up around New Orleans with the entirety of their blood volume missing, vampires are the obvious suspects, at least at first glance. Rogue, however, doesn’t think the case is all that open and shut. As a special agent for the MOA Intelligence Division, it’s his job to find the real killer and clear his fellow nightwalkers. To do that, the last thing he needs is distractions.
So, of course, the most tempting distraction he’s ever seen strolls through the door of the local bakery, not just flipping the script, but rewriting it completely.
Stuck in a rut and drowning in his own insignificance, Dylan Murphy needs a change. For starters, he needs to make a clean break from his selfish and demanding mother. It’s also probably a good time to swear off men, at least until he can get his life back on track. Spending a little time in Hunters Hollow is exactly what he needs to turn things around. The small town is quiet, a little boring, and completely free of the drama that plagued him in the city.
Now, if he can just stop thinking about a certain sexy vampire with penetrating eyes and a devilish smile, everything would be perfect.
Navigating the ups and downs of any new relationship is challenging. Doing so while searching for a killer will test more than just their commitment. When the worst happens, and Dylan joins the list of humans to mysteriously vanish from the French Quarter, Rogue will do whatever it takes to get his new mate back safely.
Even if that means becoming the very monster he’s meant to be hunting.
All That Glitters: A Nocturne Bay Story is now available at Amazon and free to read with your Kindle Unlimited subscription!
Yeah, yeah, it was supposed to be the happiest moment of his life. Rainbows and unicorns mixed with raging hormones and non-stop sex. Blah, blah, yada, yada. And okay, dude was stupid hot, but Skyler Hastings was shitting bricks.
Metaphorically, of course, because…ouch.
Sure, there might have been a time when he’d dreamed of finding the missing part of his soul. He’d spent lonely nights imagining what it would be like to meet that one person who was meant just for him, the one being in the whole universe who would complete him.
Or whatever other clichéd bullshit people liked to wax poetic about.
Yep, he’d bought into it all, right up until his life had taken a sudden and drastic turn. Now, he had baggage, lots of it, like bus depot levels, and this was not a good time for him to run off into the sunset with some insanely sexy shifter.
Which meant he had a decision to make.
Walking away wasn’t an option. For a shifter, being refused by their mate was basically a death sentence, and he didn’t want that. Hell, he wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy.
He could complete their bond, allow the guy to claim him, then disappear. That was probably the right thing to do. It would ensure Rafe’s safety in more ways than one, even if it condemned them both to a life of loneliness.
At least Rafe would have a life, though.
But this was his mate. He’d been given a gift from fate, and frankly, it seemed in poor taste to turn up his nose at such a rare treasure. There would be no second chances, no do-overs. He only got one shot at this, and yeah, it made him a selfish bastard, but damn it, he wanted this. He wanted Rafe. At the very least, he wanted the opportunity to prove he deserved him.
Which brought him full circle because to deserve his mate, he had to do right by him, and in this case, that meant letting him go.
Sighing, he wiped the water from his face and tilted his head to the side to indicate the porch. “We should talk.”
I feel like it's been forever since I've been able to say this, but this week was amazeballs!
As many of you know, my oldest moved out (and all the way to freaking Florida) last summer. This week was the first time I've gotten to see him since August! We had awesome adventures at the Museum of Illusions and the Dallas World Aquarium (which has a surprising lack of aquatic animals.) I cooked all of his favorite foods. We had game nights and talked about life.
I'm sad that he's gone, of course, but I'm also so freaking proud of him!
Now, it's back to regularly scheduled life, which means I finally have a release date for All That Glitters! Unfortunately, my editor is still sick, though she is showing signs of improvement. To be on the safe side, I've decided to push back the release for one more week to give her a chance to fully recover and to make sure we both have enough time to dedicate to edits. So, without further ado, I give you All That Glitters: A Nocturne Bay Story, now available for pre-order on Amazon!
All That GLitters: A Nocturne Bay Story