Why am I running a scene snippet on a Thursday? Well, because I didn’t run one last Sunday and I have a special guest planned for this coming Sunday. What happened last Sunday? For the first time in three years last weekend, I went three days without turning on my computer. Yikes!
The world didn’t end. At least I don’t think it did. I didn’t hear the news for three days either, but surely I’d have known if the apocalypse had occurred. And I might never catch up with losing a weekend of work.
Which means I also missed Scene-Snippet Sunday, so I’ll roll all my winners into next Sunday’s post. I’m behind on mailings…again…since before Authors After Dark, so bear with me as I get caught up.
In the meantime, yes, Dark Secrets: A Paranormal Noir Anthology is up for preorder for only 99 cents–a bargain!. The print book will be available before the release date of Sept. 29, I think, so patience, print grasshoppers. In the meantime, in addition to my scene snippet below, you can check out a snippet from Megan Hart’s novella from the anthology here at her blog. She’s blogging about it all week.
I’ll have a more substantial excerpt the week of Sept. 14, but in the meantime, here we go, from THE CONSORT (DARK SECRETS ANTHOLOGY):
The door clicked with the sound of the handy tool Romy had developed to break into hotel rooms, a skill they seemed to use often. He came back in and stretched out on the bed next to Faulk, who moved farther away.
“Do you mind? I’m healing.”
“Yeah, about that.” Romy rolled to his side and propped on one elbow. “Vanoli’s gone, so now you can ’fess up. How’d you end up with a letter opener in the back? Who did it?”
Faulk considered lying. He could say he’d been surprised by one of his enemies while searching the room. He could say a human had taken him by surprise in the hallway. New Orleans was rife with human criminals.
He and Romy had never lied to each other, however. If there was one person on either side of the veil he could trust, this was the one. He wouldn’t cheapen that trust.
“Liandra did it,” he said.
Romy’s mouth twitched. “Liandra. The metalworker’s daughter who’s never set foot outside of Faerie. Stabbed the Captain of the Fae Hunters in the back with a letter opener.”
“Yes.” Faulk stared at the ceiling, an unfamiliar hot sensation creeping across his face. “She sneaked up on me.”
“Bulltripe. And what were you so busy doing that the fair maiden was able to slip up behind you and stab the vicious weapon into your back?”
Faulk closed his eyes. “I might have been kissing her at the time.”
Heh. Yeah, he sure was.
So, as I continue to unload TBR books, here’s a question for today to be entered for the giveaway of a mystery book or two. One of the holidays this week is National Park Service Day–what’s your favorite park (doesn’t have to be a national park)? On Sunday, I spent part of the day at Chewacla State Park, which is near where I live. There are pretty waterfalls and steep cliffs, as we are on the very southern tip of the Appalachians. So I’ll say it’s my favorite, currently. What’s yours?