of mouths to feed.
We never go to the future. We’re exactly where we’re meant to be, and the lure to stay would be too strong. In the interest of full disclosure, however, we did go to 2010 one time, right in the beginning. We didn’t stay long, just long enough for me to stock up on a lifetime supply of essentials like Advil and chocolate. Devlin got to try pizza and ice cream. He also got a look at automobiles, television, an airplane and porn. He is infinitely curious about all things twenty-first century. I spend a lot of time sewing lingerie to model for him, drawing pictures of various inventions like the iPod and explaining why anyone would pay money for a bottle of water or a sweater for a dog. The conversations typically go something like this:
“So a person buys a dog?”
“Right.”
“And then they get the dog’s fur cut?”
“We call it ‘groomed.’ But yup.”
“And then they buy a sweater for it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But it sort of came with a sweater right from the start.”
“True.”
“So why did they shave it in the first place?”
“Great question. But sometimes even if they don’t even shave it, they just get the sweater anyway in case the dog gets chilled.”
“Oh. So they treat them like people.”
“Bingo.”
“What’s ‘Bingo’?”
And then it starts all over again.
Our days are pretty full with the children, and any spare time is spent inventing. Our Magnificent Flying Contraption is almost complete.
Devlin also built us a glorious bath for two, and I must say showers are overrated. In fact, when we were testing out our new tub for the first time, we created a miracle. Our daughter Molly will be one-year-old next month. With her father’s soulful eyes and mop of curls, and her mother’s sense of adventure and steely time-pirate resolve, she is trouble with a capital T. Her uncle Bacon adores her and the two of them spend hours playing games together. I only wish Gilly could have met her. She would have stolen his heart for sure.
Bacon’s met a lovely young girl named Catherine and they are fast becoming an item. They help out with the children and we have a lot of laughs together. Bacon never was a very good time pirate and he was happy to give it up for good. A simpler guy cut out for simpler times, I think, and far too guileless to be a good pirate, in any case.
I don’t know what the future holds. Scratch that. I guess I actually kind of do. But I know there are no guarantees in life, and that’s okay with me. Devlin, Molly, Bacon, Gilly’s House, they’re all worth the risk. And even though sometimes I crave a mochaccino desperately, I know my namesake had it right. There’s no place like home.
About the Author
Christine Bell is one half of the happiest couple in the world. She and her handsome hubby currently reside in Pennsylvania with a four-pack of teenage boys and their two dogs, Gimli and Pug. If she gets time off from her duties as maid, chef, chauffeur or therapist, she can be found reading just about anything she can get her hands on, from young adult novels to books on poker theory. She doesn’t like root beer, clowns or bugs (except ladybugs, on account of their cute outfits), but lurrves chocolate, going to the movies, the New York Giants and playing Texas Hold ’Em. Writing is her passion, but if she had to pick another occupation, she would be a pirate…or, like, a ninja maybe. When she isn’t writing steampunk romance, she’s writing erotic romance under her pen name, Chloe Cole. Christine loves to hear from readers, so please contact her through her website, www.christine-bell.com.
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We never go to the future. We’re exactly where we’re meant to be, and the lure to stay would be too strong. In the interest of full disclosure, however, we did go to 2010 one time, right in the beginning. We didn’t stay long, just long enough for me to stock up on a lifetime supply of essentials like Advil and chocolate. Devlin got to try pizza and ice cream. He also got a look at automobiles, television, an airplane and porn. He is infinitely curious about all things twenty-first century. I spend a lot of time sewing lingerie to model for him, drawing pictures of various inventions like the iPod and explaining why anyone would pay money for a bottle of water or a sweater for a dog. The conversations typically go something like this:
“So a person buys a dog?”
“Right.”
“And then they get the dog’s fur cut?”
“We call it ‘groomed.’ But yup.”
“And then they buy a sweater for it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But it sort of came with a sweater right from the start.”
“True.”
“So why did they shave it in the first place?”
“Great question. But sometimes even if they don’t even shave it, they just get the sweater anyway in case the dog gets chilled.”
“Oh. So they treat them like people.”
“Bingo.”
“What’s ‘Bingo’?”
And then it starts all over again.
Our days are pretty full with the children, and any spare time is spent inventing. Our Magnificent Flying Contraption is almost complete.
Devlin also built us a glorious bath for two, and I must say showers are overrated. In fact, when we were testing out our new tub for the first time, we created a miracle. Our daughter Molly will be one-year-old next month. With her father’s soulful eyes and mop of curls, and her mother’s sense of adventure and steely time-pirate resolve, she is trouble with a capital T. Her uncle Bacon adores her and the two of them spend hours playing games together. I only wish Gilly could have met her. She would have stolen his heart for sure.
Bacon’s met a lovely young girl named Catherine and they are fast becoming an item. They help out with the children and we have a lot of laughs together. Bacon never was a very good time pirate and he was happy to give it up for good. A simpler guy cut out for simpler times, I think, and far too guileless to be a good pirate, in any case.
I don’t know what the future holds. Scratch that. I guess I actually kind of do. But I know there are no guarantees in life, and that’s okay with me. Devlin, Molly, Bacon, Gilly’s House, they’re all worth the risk. And even though sometimes I crave a mochaccino desperately, I know my namesake had it right. There’s no place like home.
About the Author
Christine Bell is one half of the happiest couple in the world. She and her handsome hubby currently reside in Pennsylvania with a four-pack of teenage boys and their two dogs, Gimli and Pug. If she gets time off from her duties as maid, chef, chauffeur or therapist, she can be found reading just about anything she can get her hands on, from young adult novels to books on poker theory. She doesn’t like root beer, clowns or bugs (except ladybugs, on account of their cute outfits), but lurrves chocolate, going to the movies, the New York Giants and playing Texas Hold ’Em. Writing is her passion, but if she had to pick another occupation, she would be a pirate…or, like, a ninja maybe. When she isn’t writing steampunk romance, she’s writing erotic romance under her pen name, Chloe Cole. Christine loves to hear from readers, so please contact her through her website, www.christine-bell.com.
Where no great story goes untold.
The variety you want to read, the stories authors have always wanted to write.
With new releases every week, your next great read is just a download away!
Keep in touch with Carina Press:
Read our blog: www.CarinaPress.com/blog
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