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Five Tips for Fighting the Post Holiday Hangover with Sam and Zeke from Saving Sam
Thanks for joining me and the two Angels from Saving Sam, coming January 9th from Evernight Publishing. Here are our tips for beating that holiday hangover:
1) Take off those eating pants and go for a walk.
Sam: You’re suggesting the readers go for a walk without pants?
Zeke: That seems kind of weird, even for a human.
Nikka: I forgot how literal you Angels can be sometimes. Take off the Spanx and uncomfortable fancy clothes you may have squeezed into for the holidays. Put on your stretchy exercise pants, go out there and get the blood pumping.
2) Screw the new years resolution.
Sam: Is she saying we should go “recharge” our energy?”
Zeke: ::laughs:: I don’t think that’s quite it.
Nikka: You two have “recharging” on the brain. Resolutions can be healthy. But don’t focus too much on unrealistic ideals that you can’t achieve. If you set goals too high, too quickly it can be easy for you to fail and it can cause disappointment.
3)Drink lots of water.
Nikka: Stay hydrated. What? You two don’t have anything to add?
Sam: Is water like Vodka?
Nikka: I’m judging you so hard right now.
Sam: Is this an inappropriate time for a “that’s what she said?”
4) Get enough sleep.
Nikka: Yes, the holidays can feel like a season long binge of food, cranky relatives, booze and sugar. Yes, all these things are awesome, but to stay sane you need to sleep.
Zeke: What is this sleep you speak of?
Sam: You know what sleep is. Humans lie down in beds together and close their eyes.
Zeke: Like an orgy?
Nikka: Yes. Like an orgy of sleep.
5) Take time out for you:
Nikka: Now that the holidays are over, take some time for you.
Sam: I have a few ideas of how to take time—
Zeke: This is going to involve “recharging,” isn’t it?
Nikka: Everything you do involves “recharging.” Make sure you take time for you. The constant parade of family members and friends can be awesome. But it can also being tiring. Take some time to do what you like to do to rewind.
When Ezekiel the Watcher Angel, requested a promotion he wasn’t expecting Steve, his boss and Higher Power to command him to bring back Azazel, Death’s assistant. Throw in the devil in a blue dress, a looming deadie apocalypse and a partner in an Archangel named Sam and Zeke might just earn his Guardian wings.
Saving Sam is part of the multi-author Purgatory, Inc. Series coming from Evernight Publishing.
I looked up from my clipboard and froze. Standing in front of me, radiating divine power, was an older man with long white hair pulled back into a ponytail. He wore board shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops, and reading glasses hung from a chain draped around his neck. With a smile on his friendly face, he didn’t look like the higher power hundreds of religions called Heavenly Father, but more like a kindly hippie grandfather.
I pushed to my feet and promptly tripped over the length of my wings. In my most mortifying moment, God caught my arm and saved me from a face-plant onto the ugly industrial carpet. “Oh, God. Shit. Jesus.”
He chuckled and brushed me off. “Don’t worry. Not the first time I’ve heard My name. You should hear this place around Valentine’s Day.”
“As for Jesus? My Son works in accounting. You should introduce yourself sometime and bring them donuts. Nothing excites accounting like free sugar.”
He flinched at my words, and I closed my eyes, sending up a silent prayer. To where, I had no clue, as The Man was standing in front of me. At this rate he no doubt planned to bust my ass down to angelic lawn statue.
“Whoa there, partner. We’re pretty informal around here. Can I call you Zeke?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
The Supreme Being smiled and patted me on the back, and I swallowed hard.
“I mean, yes, sir, God, sir.”
The man snorted. “Just call me Steve.” He gave me a once-over, and I wondered if my khakis and polo shirt were workplace appropriate. “Walk with me, Zeke. Oh, and unfurl the wings a little. You’re harshing my spiritual buzz.” Without another word he turned and took off down a hallway, the sounds of his flip-flops echoing.
I hurried to catch up, cursing my clumsiness.
“As you can see, there isn’t a formal dress code while in the office. Most of the staff favor business casual so they don’t have to change before golf in the afternoon. There’s a coffeemaker in the break room. Just don’t leave empty creamer containers in the fridge without replacing them. The last guy who did that lost his head. Literally.”
“Sorry?” I squeaked.
“Oh, don’t worry. We found it again, but the archs get cranky when they don’t get their caffeine. How many times do I have to tell them to leave the swords at home when they’re not out in the field?”
“Yep, don’t mind them too much. They’re usually more bark than bite.”
As we walked down the hallway, I caught glimpses of beings seated at desks in cubicles. Some were speaking into headsets, some drinking coffee, and one was tossing pencils at the ceiling. It seemed just like every other office I’d ever seen on Earth. Except for the wings.
“This is the Heavenly side of the pod, by the way. Through that door over there is our counterpart. Some of the staff call them the baddies, but they’re not all bad. Except Cerebus keeps peeing on my rug. Damned dog.” He stopped in front of an office and gestured for me to enter.
“Thanks,” I mumbled as I opened the door. I stopped short with surprise, and Steve bumped into me.
Slumped on a chair in front of a large desk was a huge male of obvious celestial rank. His inky black wings fluttered, then folded, blending in with his leather jacket and black jeans. His dirty biker boots, which he’d propped on the desk, were encrusted with dirt and blood, and I swallowed down a wave of fear.
When he met my gaze, something I’d never felt before flooded my system: lust. Or disgust… possibly a mixture of the two.
The man grinned at me, a flash of white teeth against his darkly handsome features. “Oh, this is going to be good.” He purred in a low growly voice. “Fresh meat.”
You can find Saving Sam at Evernight Publishing:
Saving Sam is part of the multi-author paranormal romance Purgatory, Inc. Series.
Stay tuned for these Purgatory, Inc. titles coming soon from Evernight Publishing:
Coral Moore’s Inspiration for Hire is coming January 16th.
Sam Schooler’s Writing Your Own Ransom Note is coming January 23.
Visit Deidre Meyrick’s blog for more details on Heart of Atlantis, more details to come.
Enter for a chance to win Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and my blog prize of one e-book copy of Saving Sam by answering this question (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win):
Zeke the Angel has a special talent for an angel.
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