I’m a problem-solver. It’s one of my top five skills and served me well in my former day job when I needed to analyze a client’s data issues and design a solution that would address them.
However, in own my family, it can be…well…problematic.
It can result in things like the time my Curmudgeonly Husband walked into my office and announced, “We should go on a cruise.” And then walked out again.
No explanation about why, or where, or when. He expected me to figure out all the logistics and finances and make it happen.
(Newsflash: In the absence of a little engagement on his part, I declined to do so.)
Or the time my Darling Sons, on a trip to a convention with their dance studio, called me from Disneyland (where they were about to perform) and said, “Where are our costumes?”
Since they were in Anaheim and I was in Oregon at the time, my ability to answer that question was somewhat hampered. I could only claim with absolute conviction that the costumes had left the state in their suitcases. What happened afterward was out of my hands.
(Newsflash: They’d left them at the hotel.)
Or when DS B called me from New York, two days before he was supposed to leave for Montreal, and said, “I can’t find my passport.”
Since my talents do not include omniscience, I wasn’t able to answer. I advised him to look harder.
(Newsflash: It was at the bottom of a box he’d already looked in once.)
Then there’s virtually every time I’ve been at a restaurant with my Lovely Daughter, as she agonizes over the menu before asking me what she should order.
She gets very annoyed with me when I try to dodge that responsibility, but I’m hardly qualified to make the best decision, since we’re usually at a restaurant she’s picked (and that I’m unfamiliar with), and since her tastes are very different. (Will I ever eat octopus? No!)
(Newsflash: Her latest ploy to avoid locking herself into a single entree choice that she might regret, is to suggest to her dinner companions that they order several dishes “for the table” and share them all. Tapas restaurants are her dreams come true.)
Like me, Andy, one of the co-heroes in Nudging Fate, is a problem-solver. It’s his job to get shit done, and his position as an event planner for Enchanted Occasions includes a lot of shit.
Unlike me, however, Andy has a secret weapon: as a half norn, he can manipulate Fate. However, if he gives in to the temptation and alters the Fate of a person, Odin will yank him back to Asgard faster than you can say Eyjafjallajökull.
Sometimes, of course—with the best of intentions—Andy can’t resist giving Fate a little nudge. Unfortunately for him, sometimes Fate decides to nudge back.
And in Nudging Fate, Andy is definitely in its crosshairs!
Check out Nudging Fate today!
Blurb:
An Enchanted Occasions Story
Not exactly a match made in Valhalla.
Half-norn event planner Anders Skuldsson is under strict orders from Asgard not to meddle with Fate. But with Enchanted Occasions’ latest booking—a competition for the hand of Faerie’s one true prince—crashing around his ears, it’s really difficult to toe that particular line. But if Andy pretends to be a contender for the prince…. It’s only temporary, so Odin can’t blame him. Right?
Conall of Odstone’s half-brother, Prince Reyner, was supposed to choose a mate before being crowned and wed. But the idiot left Con to impersonate him. Again.
When Con meets Andy, his anger turns to desire… and despair. Even if Andy forgives him for his imposture, how could someone eligible for a prince’s hand settle for the court outcast? And the double-deception isn’t their only obstacle. Unless Andy makes the right choice, their fates could be sealed by…well… Fate.
Author Bio:
E.J. Russell–grace, mother of three, recovering actor–writes romance in a rainbow of flavors. Count on high snark, low angst and happy endings.
Reality? Eh, not so much.
She’s married to Curmudgeonly Husband, a man who cares even less about sports than she does. Luckily, C.H. also loves to cook, or all three of their children (Lovely Daughter and Darling Sons A and B) would have survived on nothing but Cheerios, beef jerky, and Satsuma mandarins (the extent of E.J.’s culinary skill set).
E.J. lives in rural Oregon, enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
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Ah, yes, being the logistics magician is never easy, even if you can bend fate!
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Wouldn’t it be nice to do though? Although I suppose the consequences might not be what you expect!
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Congrats and thanks for sharing about the “Fate” of problem solvers. I’m sure the fate of your new book will turn out much better :).
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