Archive for June, 2012

Update: Daryk Warrior

Thursday, June 28th, 2012

Hey guys! Wanted to update you on my latest release Daryk Warrior. I haven’t had a release at Ellora’s Cave in quite a while and forgot that books aren’t available on Barnes and Noble and Amazon on release date. It can take a few days or so for the books to turn up there. In the meantime, you can get your copy at Ellora’s Cave directly.

Thanks much!

Excerpt 2: Daryk Warrior

Monday, June 25th, 2012

Hey all I promised another excerpt of Daryk Warrior, the last book in my Daryk World series. Hope you enjoy it. Warning, though, this is erotic romance. 🙂 Daryk Warrior comes out June 27!
She stood and stalked toward the back of the rock shelter. This place had seen occupation for many years off and on as a way station for travelers. Smoke had darkened the cavern roof and people had etched their initials into the walls and ceiling.

Her fingers traced over one carving. “Dragonia has fascinated me since I was a child. I wondered if what I read was the truth but so much of it was lies. Now that I’m here nothing is going to stop me from understanding what is real.”

He patted the bedroll next to him. “Sleep. You can seek the truth all you want when you arrive in Bardannia.”

Her gaze snapped to his, hot with defiance he didn’t expect. She planted her hands on her hips. “You’re as commanding as you are arrogant.”

Shadows from the fire danced over her and her beauty and strength did him in. When had he last met a woman who challenged him? He couldn’t remember. Her contrast of feminine modesty and hard-nosed determination drew him.

He stood and stalked toward her, knowing he wouldn’t sleep unless he did one thing. He stopped in front of her but she didn’t flinch or move away. Another challenge that fired his blood. His cock rose and he knew if she looked closely enough she’d see the evidence.

“Are you complaining or complimenting me?” he asked.

“Complaining.” Her voice was soft…almost trembling. She looked up and met his gaze.

Eryk noted her caution. The warrior in him liked her soft, wanted her compliant to whatever he did next. The honor in him demanded he back away.

He compromised. “There is something potent between us, pretty one.”

Alarm brightened her eyes. “You imagine things.”

He smiled and leaned in until he could press a soft, barely there kiss just on the left side of her neck. She drew in a sharp breath. Oh Draconus. Yes, that was good.

“Daryk Ones know when a woman wants them. When she needs them to slake desire. I’d always heard Magonian women are dry vessels with no passion. I can see that isn’t true in your case, Mia. There is heat inside you. When you want me to show you pleasure, let me know.”

He drew in a deep breath and allowed his gaze to take in her body and felt the raging need rise higher within. She stood as still as an animal hiding from a hunter. Mia trembled on the brink of a discovery she feared as much as she longed to experience. How he knew this, he didn’t understand. He wondered if it was wishful thinking, if he wanted her so much he was willing to create things in his own mind that didn’t exist.

Her female scent rose until Eryk burned inside to take her. He clenched his fists. Whether she understood it or not, she was wet for him. He whispered close to her ear, “Your beauty ensnares me and makes me want things. I ache with it.”

He gently brushed his fingers over her cheek and her eyes went wide and her lips parted. Her cheeks flushed.

“There,” he said. “Feel that?”

“No.” But her words were breathless.

“Perhaps you’d like but a taste of what I could give you.” His own breathing picked up speed and his cock was as hard as rock.

He cupped her face in his palms and leaned into her. She gasped again and trembled. When she didn’t pull away he dared to brush his lips over hers. Her trembling increased but he kept his touch so light he could barely feel her moist mouth under his. He sipped for but a second in time.

A raging need gathered force in his groin and the power within it drove his restraint to the brink. He’d never force a woman and he didn’t want to frighten her. He drew back before he could go further than he meant to. Eryk half-expected her to protest, to scream and run from him. Instead she stayed immobile.
“I won’t touch you again tonight. You can sleep on the bedroll without fear. I’m a Daryk One and do not harm women nor take anything from them they are unwilling to give.”

Anger poured into her eyes but it made his desire grow rather than extinguished it.

“You are delusional,” she said with low scorn.

Ah, sweet Mia. You are angry with yourself for feeling something.

“You want me. I can feel it. And you’ll surrender to me one day, I swear it.”

As he turned and walked back to the pallet, he also trembled. Why had he spoken to her that way? How could he want a Magonian? It shamed him as much as it burned inside him with undeniable truth.

Respecting Other Authors

Wednesday, June 20th, 2012

One of my goals in life over the last few years is to state what I believe rather than trashing others for what they believe. I think this is hard. In fact, I know it is. I’m human like everyone else. ☺ Today I’d like to discuss respect and writers trashing other authors.

Authors disrespecting other authors isn’t new. Yet lately I’ve seen one book being trashed over and over by other authors in a way that makes me sad. I’m not talking about personal conversations in private. I’m talking about blatant disrespect on social media and blogs for the entire world to see.

Without naming titles or authors, I will say this book is a number one best seller on more than one list and has taken the writing world by storm. People have questioned the quality of the writing, the editing, the “luck” involved in the book being so successful because of the author’s connections. People are buying the books because they want to know what the big deal is, negative or positive. The media is acting like erotic romance is a new phenomena and it isn’t, all because of this book. The media has a short memory and grabs onto anything “of the moment.”

Do I have thoughts one way or the other about these novels? Yes I do. Here is what I want to say.

1. Congratulations to the author for being brave enough to write the books. Any person willing to write a book and put it out there for possible publication is brave.

2. Congratulations to the author for the mega sales.

3. Congratulations to the author for using whatever media and connections she possesses that may have helped her increase chances her book is a best seller.

4. Whether the book is well written, or not, is a matter of conjecture. After more than twenty years in the writing world, I’ve learned that quality is in the eye of the beholder. Quality does not guarantee a book will be a best seller. Lack of quality also doesn’t mean a book won’t be a best seller.

5. Complaining that this book made a lot of sales is useless. If it were your book up there on the top there would be plenty of negative individuals saying your book shouldn’t have made all those sales and that the writing sucked. Your book would be trashed and dashed by any number of jealous authors or mean-spirited readers. It’s easy to trash other people’s success if you feel you don’t have enough of your own. Concentrate on writing your books. Make your own success as defined by your ideals and desires.

6. Above all, you can try to influence readers to love your books. You can’t influence them to not buy someone else’s work by trashing other authors. What you will insure is that a reader may find your behavior unprofessional and not buy anything you’ve ever written.

Go forth and feel good and write. At the end of the day that’s all you can do.

Daryk Hunter in print today!

Tuesday, June 19th, 2012

Hey guys! Today Daryk Hunter is in paperback! Below is a brand new excerpt you may not have seen before. Beware, however. This is erotic romance. 🙂 You can find Daryk Hunter at the following outlets:

Ellora’s Cave
Barnes and Noble
When Magonian archaeologist Ketera Aldrancos’ father is imprisoned, she’s determined to save him. Before she can do so, her ship is wrecked. Water laps at her, a man’s strong arms surround her. His husky voice soothes her. Then she realizes she’s on a foreign beach in the arms of a dreaded Dragonian. A man who looks nothing like the men she’s known. His closeness, his touch sends waves of need through Ketera’s core and shame runs through her. After all, passions are sinful.

Dane Charger, a Dragonian Daryk One, cradles the woman in his arms. He aches to introduce her to the headiest lovemaking imaginable. But his eyes flame red and a growl vibrates his throat when he realizes he’ll need to protect her from marauding slave traders led by a vicious rogue who just happens to also be his half brother.

Two people whose supercontinents are separated by ocean and two thousand years of prejudice and fear. Two people who may be the secret to saving a race from extinction.
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She opened her eyes and her vision sharpened on the gray stone wall across the room. Muted light flickered from a candle burning on a nearby table. Heavy, ornate furniture graced the room. She couldn’t take this intimacy any longer and she pulled away from him, practically falling from the soft bed onto a stone floor. She gasped and stood up too fast, and dizziness rolled in a sickening wave in her head. She reached out and caught a table end. The candle on it wavered and she moved to steady it. Light from the candle flickered, sending dancing golden shadows over the room and across the brutish man on the bed.

He rolled onto his back, his eyes closed. The blanket slipped down and tangled around his waist to expose a broad expanse of strong, naked chest sprinkled with auburn hair. The hair stole a tantalizing trail down a muscular stomach. Other than being so obviously large, his overall aura shimmered with dangerous possibilities. She had rarely seen men without a shirt, and his powerful musculature set off stormy heat inside her. And suddenly she didn’t think she liked being here anymore.

His eyes popped open and he sat up.

She gasped in surprise, and that was when she realized the drawstring pants and long white tunic that flowed around her body didn’t belong to her. In fact, they looked nothing like the clothes she wore or had ever seen before now.

His eyes flashed as he blinked, a grin touching his mouth. “I wondered how much longer you’d sleep. You’ve been unconscious two days.”

Two days. Panic threatened. She couldn’t have been here two days when her father wasted away in that rodent-infested prison. She would find a way to slip past this creature—this loathsome seducer—and escape.

His voice rumbled gently, a husky quality that sent heat through her body. His intense gaze wandered along her body with a brazenness that caused her breath to catch. Her face heated—she might be an innocent, but today she had tasted forbidden passion. The insanity racing around in her mind confirmed that the warnings were right. Sexual pleasure was a sin if it could disconcert and fluster a person this much.

“You’re as beautiful as a sleek cat and as responsive as any woman I’ve had,” he said.

“You have not had me.” Her legs trembled with weakness.

“A mere technicality. Your sweet smell and cream are driving me mad.” His smile held a carnal edge and enough arrogance to make her jaw clench in anger.

She ignored his statement. “Who are you and why am I here?”

“Who are you and why are you here?”

His echo puzzled her and she opened her mouth but refused to say a word. Then she remembered she’d already given him her name in a moment of weakness. Damn. Damn the heavens.

He stretched, his body a long length of male animal. Masculinity poured off this mysterious man, and despite the shakiness threatening her, she couldn’t deny her fascination with him. She’d be damned to the four levels of Magon’s hell if she let this strange man take advantage of her any more than he already had. She stood as tall as she could and schooled her face into a frown.

She backed up, her gaze sliding across the room. She shivered with cold, but impressions bombarded her in one huge, painful barrage of memory.
He groaned and then stood in one sweep, the blanket falling away from his body. He wore loose trousers of gauzy blue, but they did nothing to hide his masculinity. He owned powerful legs and between his thighs she noted a thick bulge. She could see how tall he really was—he would tower over her. He advanced toward her, each step a predatory glide.

“Sprite, what’s wrong? Are you afraid?”

“No. Why should I be afraid?”

“Because I am between that door and your escape. Any maiden would be afraid. You are within a man’s abode. A man who isn’t a family member or your husband. There is much danger for women who are left unguarded with a man. What I did to you a short time ago is evidence of that.”

His words shook her. She’d never heard of such a thing on Magonia. Ever. Yes, women were sheltered, but not from danger. On Magonia, the other supercontinent on Croan, only men were allowed to experience the full range of feelings and process them. Only men could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh within the confines of marriage.

All of it was dragon dung of course.

She was afraid and she hated it. Yet at the time he made her feel extraordinary safe. How could she feel both ways simultaneously?

“Tell me who you really are, Daryk One. Or is that a lie?” she asked to distract herself from the unanswerable question of her jumbled emotions. “Perhaps you are no more than an animal herder.”

A smile slid over his mouth, wicked and filled with a heat she understood but had never seen in a man’s eyes for her. “I have herded a dragon or two, but that is not my main purpose. I am a protector of the innocent and the helpless, sworn to uphold our laws.”

“You have a strange accent I’ve never heard before.”

“We have many accents here. An icy, clipped tone in the glacier region of Imekland, a mild and timid cadence for those who survive the Ithycan desert, a hot and slow accent for those who live within these castle walls and outside in the Tarrian jungles.” He smiled again. “A smooth and regular voice for Daryk Ones, who are home to no place at all.”

It was then the truth sailed out to meet her, and she didn’t want to know it or feel the wave of stunned realization. She hadn’t dreamed that she’d crashed on the shores of Dragonia. She didn’t want to believe her ship had drifted that close to Dragonia, and the huge storm had driven her to this forbidden place.

“You don’t know where you are, do you?” he asked.

“Dragonia.” The word escaped as a rasping whisper in her sore throat.

“Yes. You will come to no harm at my hands. If you step outside this room, however, outside this castle, I can’t guarantee your safety.”

Hearing him confirm it tightened her throat and wadded her stomach into a knot. She launched into the only defense she knew. “You must think I’m an imbecile, sir, to believe a murderer.”

His gaze turned cool, and the danger she witnessed in his eyes returned. “I’ve murdered no one. Only killed to protect.”

Release Date! Daryk Warrior & Other Yummy Writerly News

Friday, June 15th, 2012

Howdy all! Today I’ve been writing away on two books. Yeah, I do that sometimes…bouncing back and forth because both stories refuse to be slowed down or shoved aside in favor of the other. Hey, at least I can’t say I never have ideas for novels because I always do. Anyhoo…

Wanted to let you know that I have an official release date for the last story in my Daryk World series. Daryk Warrior will be out June 27 in ebook format at Ellora’s Cave. You’ll also be able to get a copy in ebook at Amazon or Barnes and Noble. As an aside, the other good news is that Daryk Hunter will be available in paperback June 19 at Ellora’s Cave and other outlets. Happy dance all around!

Last but not least, the Asylum trilogy is shaping up. One of the reasons why this process is taking a while is…well, there are several reasons. One is that I wrote all three books one after the other for part of 2010 and part of 2011. And these are full sized books, not novellas. After that came revising and critiques and beta reads and more revising. Then I decided to self publish the novels. So right now the books are going through edits, copy edits, covers are being created/designed, books will be formatted for distribution through many channels and (gasp for air) a totally stunning trailer with original music will be created as well.

Plans are to release each book about six weeks apart. That’s right…no waiting for a year between each book. Stay tuned, I’ll let you know more as time goes by and things shape up!

Excerpt: Daryk Hunter

Wednesday, June 13th, 2012

The first story in my fantasy erotic romance series Daryk World is out in paperback next week! Daryk Warrior, the last story in the series will soon be released in ebook format. Here’s a hot excerpt from Daryk Hunter to tantalize you. Warning! NC-17 content.
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The dragon floated in the moat, but only for a few moments before it started to sink. Near the massive body, a man swam toward the shoreline, his movements sure and strong. Ketera smiled as she recognized Dane sluicing through the water. Two other Daryk Ones tossed a rope over the edge of the moat and hauled him to the surface. As he crawled up and stood, water cascaded down his face, his hair and over his entire body. A great cheer went up from the crowd as they saluted his bravery and the kill. People chanted his name and pumped their fists in the air.

Ketera wanted to feel revulsion at the violence she’d seen, but when she couldn’t, she realized she felt relief that he’d made it out of the battle alive.

He smiled, his eyes bright with triumph as his friends pounded him on the back. Attraction swirled low inside her at his smile. Instantly the smile faded, and he searched the crowd. She knew, somehow, that he looked for her. She started forward, her legs still shaky. When his gaze caught hers, his nostrils flared. His eyes smoldered a startling red, filled by the pure hunger she gauged in his steady attention. He stalked toward her, steps assured, his powerful body enhanced by the water that dripped over each muscular angle. As his strides brought him close, alarm broke loose inside her. Trapped. She turned, careful not to venture too close to the drawbridge edge. She ran for the jungle.
Idiot. Idiot! She’d waited too long to escape.

She didn’t make it far before his hand clamped on her upper arm and swung her about. She slammed into his chest with a gasp. His arms bracketed around her with a strength that could be crushing but only steadied her. She looked up, way up into his face.

His eyes burned, his lips parted. “Are you hurt?”

She blinked, surprised by his concern and even more startled by those red eyes. Why did his eyes glow like that? “No.”
She squirmed. “Let me go!”

He cupped her chin and tilted it upward. “There’s blood.”

“I’m fine.”

“Umph.” His grunt came out rough as his gaze continued to roam her, as probing and searching as a physical touch.
He drew his hands away from her and clenched his fists. His chest moved up and down with the fury of emotion. Real fear catapulted upward inside her.

Before she could take another breath, he yanked her back into his arms.

He buried his face in her hair and whispered close to her ear, “Follow my lead and you’ll understand in time.”

She didn’t have time to ask what he meant.

His lips came down over hers. Surprised, she drew in a sharp breath. Firm and aggressive, his kiss wasn’t the sweet, light kisses she’d witnessed men and women sharing on Magonia. No. His mouth took, twisting over hers from side to side then sealing securely to taste. His tongue slipped inside immediately, and she jerked in amazement. Cheers went up around them as Dane devoured her mouth, each stroke of his tongue along hers sending incredible sparks dancing in her body like touches of embers from a fire. Liquid heat spilled through her middle, charging her body with a craving that abolished her fear in a wash of desire.

Her hands gripped his shoulders convulsively.

Yet as his fingers speared into her hair and his other arm tucked her tighter against his body, many of the things she’d learned started to dissolve like sleeping powder in water. Fire licked her body as a strange dizziness overtook her. Her limbs felt weaker, her mind fuzzy with a sensual daze. Her nipples tightened and tingled, and a treacherous ache built between her thighs. Strange, undulating calls came from the crowd and instinctively she recognized this was somehow expected. His kiss gentled, and as it did, she heard the cheers around them die down. He drew back, and she saw a strange red glow pulsate in his eyes, and when his lips parted, she sensed he still wanted more. Something deeper, more feral. More dangerous to her very being.

It frightened her in a way that didn’t have a name.

His arms fell away from her.

Ketera stared at him in amazement, her jaw slack. She quivered, her body alive with every sensation she could remember having in her life. Rolls of heat cascaded through her. Tears rose to her eyes, but she didn’t feel sad so much as shocked.

Bewildered, she spoke through trembling lips. “How dare you?”

Now that the trauma had died down, new aches tortured her muscles. All around her, normalcy started to return. It surprised her how calm people now seemed, their smiles returning. The drama of the event pulsed with dull, painful thuds. He grabbed her arm. Before she could protest, he swept her up in his arms.

She gasped in indignation and kicked her legs. “Put me down. I can walk. I’ve been doing it since I was very young. My legs are fully functional.”

His arms around her felt secure and those wild feelings he’d aroused with the kiss continued to tremble within. She tried tamping down the feelings, but her body didn’t care what her mind thought. Her skin flushed upward into her neck and face as she thought about how she’d reacted. Angry with herself for allowing him to take liberties and responding to his impudent embrace, she pushed at his shoulders and continued to kick her legs. He was so strong it didn’t faze him. Frustrated, she almost screamed. Most of the men she knew couldn’t withstand blows like this without dumping the abuser on the ground.

“Women are not allowed to face down dragons.” He almost growled the words as he walked. “I told you to stay in the tower.”

His imperious tone, spoken in a clipped fashion, didn’t surprise her. But fury grew even higher regardless. “So this is how you treat women here? Putting women in their place? Not allowing them to flourish?”

“Wherever you got your information, it is flawed. Women on Dragonia have every freedom. You’ve seen in this castle how they walk around without escort. Do you see any of them led around by the nose by men? They sell goods at the carts and run their own households. There are few single women, but that is because there are so many more men than women and the competition for wives is furious. I find it strange that you come from a society as restrictive as yours and yet you condemn what you think is restrictive in ours.”

Guilt twinged at her. He continued, contempt clear in his voice. “There are many hazards outside our castles. Women go where they will, and the elements, the hardships and those men among us who are not honorable often kill them. Brigands and thieves.” He chuckled. “Then again, there are just as many women who are brigands and thieves. A law was almost put into effect a few years back that would curtail many freedoms for women. It was voted down. Women weren’t willing to give up their status in order to be safer.”

Startled that what she’d read about women in the texts appeared true, she said, “And yet you felt compelled to order me to stay in the tower room.”

His mouth hardened into a grim line. “Damn it, Ketera. You aren’t from here and you don’t understand everything you need to know to survive. Allowing you freedom at this point is throwing your life away. The dragon could have killed you.”

“It didn’t.”

“Wait. You didn’t leave because you wanted to see the dragon. You thought you would escape the castle.”

She would not admit it. “Put me down. I won’t try to run now.”

Novel Recommendations!

Saturday, June 9th, 2012

Hey all! I promised some people I’d write up a list of some books that I really love. Some of these are on my keeper shelf, and I tend to recommend them over and over again. When I recommend books, I never take the attitude that everyone should like the same kind of books that I do. But these are books that I’ve loved enough to read more than once. I personally believe they’re well written, the characters are awesome, and the stories compelling. Hope you will, too. (This list isn’t exhaustive by the way. It’s a small sampling of books I love.) Some of these are historical romances, some are action/adventure/sci-fi/horror, romantic suspense, and others are contemporary romance, paranormal romance, YA post apocalyptic and erotic romance.

As You Desire by Connie Brockway
My Dearest Enemy by Connie Brockway
Captive Hearts by Lissa Michaels
Real Magic by Lissa Michaels
Song of Isis by Diana Kirk
Sex, Lies, and Rodeo Games by Diana Kirk
Prince Joe by Suzanne Brockmann
Baby I’m Yours by Susan Andersen
Son of The Morning by Linda Howard
Lucien’s Fall by Barbara Samuel
(Hell, anything by Barbara Samuel rocks!)
Lisa Kleypsa’s Wallflower series
Sanctuary by Sharon K. Garner
River of Dreams by Sharon K. Garner
Anything by Pauline Baird Jones
Anything by Maureen McKade
What A Girl Wants by Selena Robins
Sabrina by Selena Robins
Pamela Clare’s historicals & I-Team series
Anything by Shelby Reed…especially A Fine Work of Art
Natural Law by Joey Hill
In The Company of Witches by Joey Hill
(I haven’t read all of Joey’s books but her writing voice is absolutely amazing!)
Enclave by Anne Aguirre
Dark Fall by Dean Koontz
Phantoms by Dean Koontz
The Taking by Dean Koontz
The Good Guy by Dean Koontz

As I said, not an exhaustive list, but a few I always think of right away! Enjoy!

Novels and Disasters and Hell Is A Hoppin’

Thursday, June 7th, 2012

About this time last year hell was a hopping in the old town tonight. The Monument Fire started in the area and the wildfire season was upon us. Last night I heard about bad flooding and major hail in my old stomping ground of Colorado Springs so this morning I was reminded that weather/disaster has played a big part in many of my novels over the years, and I don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon with that theme. I’m working now on my Secret Society series which deals with dimension and time travel into disaster areas and the character’s attempts to stop those disasters.

In my novel Combustion, my heroine was a wild land firefighter and the hero is a regular firefighter and they’re dealing with an arsonist. And in Love From The Ashes the hero and heroine must survive the San Francisco Earthquake of 1906.

In my novel Marshall’s Law the hero and heroine meet during a big storm and tornado. In Meltdown manmade/induced earthquakes are a problem.

Up next in my curious desire to write about disasters? A hero and heroine deal with a massive solar storm and sometime down the road I plan to write a novel about Pompeii. 🙂 There’s no stopping’ me guys.

Ireland Part 2: The Bad Bits

Monday, June 4th, 2012

The bad bits:

Driving on many of Ireland’s roads is a whole new hair on fire screaming experience. (We lived in England three years but the roads we drove on generally weren’t that scary). Driving down Scariff’s busy high street one day practically scraping cars because of limited room…yeah, that’s stress.

No matter what we did, the second floor of our accommodations (where the bedrooms were), were hot at night.

Some bad take out food.

Bottled water in Ireland tasted weird to us because of the heavier mineral content…it went beyond what we’re used to.

Some of the employees at the resort didn’t seem to care a diddly about things.

The tour guide on the bus tours talked too much about the politics of Ireland and not the history of the area.

My sister’s knees were hosed up from the the sitting for hours/no leg room on a seven hour flight to Ireland. We paid for more room on the exit row on the way back.

United was not the friendly skies this time.

Getting out of Ireland (the airport experience) was twenty times more complicated then coming in. Things are poorly marked on the way out, and if you asked a question about something people looked at you like you were bothering them or that you should know the answer to a question you couldn’t already know the answer to. Quirky factoid: had to show my passport to buy a cup of coffee in the secure area at Shannon Airport. That, though, is apparently something to do with U.S. Homeland Security and not Ireland. Don’t know. Don’t ask.

Some of the TSA people in Newark Airport had a serious case of cranky. They didn’t even greet people with a polite good morning or good afternoon. I wonder if they think having a bad ass face makes them more intimidating or actually more efficient than a smile would.

In the U.S. going through security my underwire bra must have sent off an alert because I got a pat down. It wasn’t any big deal, but I think it’s funny underwire bras can set it off.

So what does this tell you? That taking a trip to Ireland is like many other trips I’ve taken. Glorious and hellacious. It’s often in the attitude you take about certain adventures, and if you let the unexpected get to you or if you roll with the punches. I love Ireland and always will. Because just like everywhere else it has its good bits and its bad.