I want to thank Amber Kell for inviting me to join in her birthday celebration. This is something I look forward to every year, so happy birthday, Amber!
My idea of the perfect birthday party, unfortunately, would come about six months after my birthday since my birthday is November 22nd, same as Amber Kell’s. I’d like to have a summer party. I love backyard barbecues. Lots of sunshine, food, and fun.
To start, someone else would have to clean my house to make it ready instead of me. My darling hubby would cook his famous bourbon steaks on the barbecue and homemade salsa. He also makes these delicious Boston Cream cupcakes covered in dark chocolate ganache. I’d be okay with making empanadas and a few of my other recipes. We’d have several buckets for bear, wine coolers, soda, and juice (for the kids).
So, okay, house is clean, food is good to go, and then you have a playlist of my favorite songs piped out through the outdoor speakers on the back patio. The canopy tent set up in the backyard with chairs and the fire pit for later in the evening.
Now, where we live, there is a year round creek with a ten foot swim hole at one end, so swimming attire is encouraged. We also have a three acre field in front of the house. Plenty of room for people to play and hang out.
Now, as to who I would invite…my hubby, of course, and all of my children, their significant others, and my grandchildren. A few family and friends. And Tam Larson from Amber Kell’s “Trials of Tam”. I just get a kick out of his humor and sarcastic nature. I think Tam and his brood would be a blast to have at a backyard barbecue in the country. They could all get their wolf on!
Assassins Inc 4
I was sent on a mission to investigate a shifter running guns. I was not sent to find my mate, and yet, there he was. Every gorgeous inch of him. It was just too bad he was right in the middle of the mess I was there to stop. If I can keep him alive long enough, I might be able to discover how my mate ended up in so much trouble.
My life turned upside down when I discovered a sexy man hiding in the wine cellar at a cocktail party. Finding him naked in my bed later that night just about topped every fantasy I’d ever had. The fact that he was a shifter didn’t seem that important. The fact that he thought I was a shifter made things a little weird. When armed men broke into my apartment to kill us, weird took on a whole new meaning. Things just got weirder from there.
I often got accused of having a sense of humor that runs to the bizarre. Truthfully, I probably did. The oddest things struck me as funny, where as other things didn’t at all. I laughed when I shouldn’t and frowned when others around me found humor in something.
It made social situations awkward.
Which was how I felt as I stood around with a group of people at a party, watching as they all laughed at something some tall blond was saying, and totally not getting it. I glanced at everyone standing there, trying to understand what was so funny about what the guy had said.
I got nothing.
It was really hard to fit in, when you simply didn’t.
The biggest problem was that I didn’t care if I fit in or not. I knew I was anti-social. I just didn’t give a fuck. Most people took one look at my tattoos and piercings and labeled me trouble anyway so why should I try to fit in?
I was only being nice because my mother and her new husband were hosting this stupid party. Well, mostly because of my mother was. I adored her. The jury was still out on my new stepfather.
When I moved back from the group, no one noticed. Big surprise there. They were all too spellbound by the tall blond. I’ll give you, he was pretty to look at, but he was almost too pretty, if that made sense.
It probably didn’t.
His sunlight blond hair had just the right amount of wave to it, just the right amount of highlights to make it look real and not faked, even if I suspected it was. His teeth were shiny bright, his skin a golden tan and totally unblemished.
Freckles wouldn’t dare mar his perfection.
He stood tall and straight, at least six foot two, maybe three, and his body was definitely filled out, with rippling muscles and tight abs. His fancy dark suit hugged his body in all the right places. It probably cost more than I made in a month.
It was obvious this guy didn’t suffer from social inadequacy. He laughed at all the right times, smiled when he should, flirted with everyone, and told stories that seemed to have anyone within hearing distance enthralled.
He was utterly perfect and I had an insane urge to mess him up.
I was only at this party because I had to be. I had been guilted into it by my mother. I had promised to stick around until ten o’clock. One glance at my watch and I knew had twenty-eight minutes of torture left.
“Frankie, love, I need you.”
I’d heard that one before. It’s how I ended up here in the first place. Still, as much as I hated it, I couldn’t deny my mother. She had given birth to me after all.
“We’re out of champagne.”
I raised my brows. “Already?” The party had only been in swing for a couple of hours. How could they be out of champagne so soon?
My mother’s hands fluttered against her chest. A sure sign of how anxious she was. “I just…I need you to go down to the wine cellar and grab some more bottles of champagne. Please. I can’t go and Roman is busy talking to his friends and I don’t know where Angelo went so—”
I held up my hand. “I’ll go already.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.”
I loved my mother, really I did. She had single handedly raised me after my father died when I was five years old. She had taught me how to be the man I was today, but there were times when she drove me positively insane.
“Where’s the wine cellar?”
“In the basement.”
I smirked. “Where’s the basement?”
My mother gaped at me before narrowing her eyes. “Francis Xavier Martinez!”
I chuckled before leaning in and planting a kiss on her forehead. “How many bottles do you want?”
“Oh…uh…” She glanced over her shoulder to the crowd of people in the room. “Six or so should do it.”
“You want me to bring up a case?”
“Oh yes.” The smile on her face when she turned back around was all the inducement I needed to try and find the basement and bring up some more champagne for her. “That would be perfect, Francis. Thank you.”
God, I wished she wouldn’t call me Francis.
I smiled until she walked away to join her new husband then turned and headed into the house to look for the basement. It didn’t help that I didn’t live here and had no idea where anything was located. I’d only been here a handful of times.
My mother had married Roman Dominguez three months ago. While I was thrilled that she found someone who seemed to dote on her every word, I was not thrilled with the idea of having a stepfather or the stepbrother he brought with him.
Roman was loaded, which was good. It meant he could care for mother in a style I could never afford. But I was the poor relation and Angelo Dominguez, my new stepbrother, never let me forget it.
He actually seemed to go out of his way to show me up when he could. His friends weren’t any better. They never acted out in front of Roman or my mother. In front of them, Angelo and his buddies were as nice as they could possibly be, which made me want to wretch.
The guy was an ass. So were his friends.
I still hadn’t decided about Roman. He seemed okay. He certainly adored my mother, and for that I was grateful, but he’d raised a jerk for a son.
I hoped it wasn’t hereditary.
I walked around for a few minutes, opening door after door, hoping I’d come across a set of stairs leading down. I was about to give up when I spotted a maid in a very pristine black dress and white apron.
“Excuse me, Miss?”
“Can you tell me where the wine cellar is located? My mother, Mrs. Dominguez, asked me to bring up another case of champagne.”
The woman leaned back just a little. “You are Mrs. Dominguez’s son?”
“Yes.” I smiled as I held out my hand. “Frankie Martinez.”
She frowned as if perplexed then slowly raised her hand to shake mine. “I am Marcy.”
“Nice to meet you, Marcy.”
“You as well.” The tension in her shoulders loosened, but just a little. “The wine cellar is in the basement, sir.”
“Please, call me Frankie.” I widened my eyes comically. “And I can’t find the basement.”
Marcy laughed before waving her hand back down the hallway. “Go down the hallway to the very end then turn left. The door to the basement is at the end of the corridor.”
“Thanks. You’ve been a life savior.”
I headed down the hallway in the direction the maid had pointed. I saw the heavy oak door as soon as I turned the corner. It made sense that the entrance to the basement would have a heavy door like that, especially if the basement housed a wine cellar.
I was practically giddy when I opened the door and saw the staircase leading down.
I’d found the basement.
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24 thoughts on “Welcome Birthday Guest Stormy Glenn!”
Love the series, still need to get the new book though, can’t wait to read it.
Another awesome series. Have a Happy Birthday.
This newest is on my ” have to get list” . I too would love to have Tam at my birthday party…which is in January. So, Amber if he , his mate and buds aren’t busy ….I can p.m. you my address. 🤣😝😝
Loved loved this. Thank you for sharing and stopping by.
Your party sounds nice, especially the part that someone else had to clean the house. That sounds like the best birthday gift.
Finally the next one in this series. Perfect timing for my up coming plane ride.
sounds like a great party and think adding Tam and his family would keep things interesting
Tam is a good choice would love to met him and the food don’t sound to bad. LOL. The Assassins Inc. boys are fantastic I wanting Strikers story soon but will settle for the new Hot Mess i do love those guys.
Just about done with Hot Mess 8 “A Very Hot Mess Christmas”
I mean Stalker’s
Tam is a great choice. I would invite him as well.
The food sounds so good. I want to come.
Love the party and the food sounds soo good
Can I place an order for cupcakes?
Happy birthday a day early, Stormy and Amber. Since my birthday is real darned soon, can I borrow your house cleaning crew? I’ve got dust bunnies the size of hamsters.
I love the Assassins Inc. series and can’t wait to read the new one.
Love this.. thanks for sharing
I can’t wait to get my hands on this new book because I love this series.
Thank you for sharing. Tam is a good choice! Thank you for the excerpt! Congrats on the new release!
Happy Birthday Stormy. Thanks for the excerpt.
Sounds like a perfect birthday and a great book series.
I’m with you Stormy. While I’d love to host a party at my house, I don’t want to be responsible for cleaning for it.
This post has made me hungry… 😉
Happy birthday and i love your books
Happy belated birthday, sounds like a great party.
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