It’s blazing hot here in cow country, and was an even 100F when I was out doing AAD shopping yesterday. Considering I like shopping about as much as a root canal, let’s just say it wasn’t my favorite experience.
Tomorrow, we’ll have our weekly Readers Choice giveaway, then I will start blogging from AAD through the next week. Which means I’ll be posting at odd times through the day.
In the meantime, I have a scene snippet from PIRATESHIP DOWN, as well as our weekly winners.
Winners first: If you see your name here, please contact me using the contact tab above or directly at email@example.com and let me know your preference of mystery book or one of my books, and your snail mail address. I’ll be out of town, so it will be the week of the 17th before I get the mailings out.
GALENA won on Lighthouse Day.
SANDY ROBINSON won on Louis Armstrong Day.
ROGER won Ask the Author Day.
BARB P won on Chocolate Chip Day.
JEN M won this week’s Readers Choice giveaway and chose Ilona Andrews’ Magic Shifts.
Thanks for playing along on the 30 Books in 30 Days games!
Now, PIRATESHIP DOWN. There’s still time to subscribe (probably through Wednesday) for the August 15 newsletter, which will have the table of contents for PSDown, the official blurb for “The Consort,” my novella in the DARK SECRETS anthology (which should be up for presale by September 1–stay tuned), and some thoughts about the Penton series.
Here, though, is part of a scene from PIRATESHIP DOWN, which will be out sometime in October. In this scene, DJ, Jean Lafitte, and Rene Delachaise are in Rene’s pickup, riding to Terrebonne Parish. They’ve reached the city of Houma, Louisiana without incident.
The tunnel that runs beneath the Houma Canal was almost our undoing.
“We are driving an automobile beneath the water?” Jean stuck his head out the open window and studied the tunnel roof zipping past us overhead. “I wish to pass through here once more, Rene. We must do this now. Tout de suite.”
Grumbling, Rene indulged him, turning around and going through the tunnel the other way, then doing it all again.
“I wish to walk through it,” Jean said. “This is a most wondrous thing. We must do this now.”
“No.” Rene kept driving through the semi-urban sprawl that was Houma, the last town of any size before we drove into the wilds of southern Terrebonne Parish, aka The End of the World As We Know It.
Frowning, Jean did his spoiled toddler impression and reached across me to grab the steering wheel.
“Get him off me, wizard. Make yourself useful.” Rene slapped at Jean’s hand and whapped me in the head instead.
I gave Jean a quick zap on the arm with Charlie, and he looked at me as if I’d killed his puppy. Jeez.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I said, and meant it. I should’ve just beaten him over the head with the staff instead. I didn’t normally use my magic thoughtlessly, and the fact I’d zapped him in such a knee-jerk way told me how much healing I still had to do, mentally as well as physically. My nerves were raw.
Any lingering awkwardness was dispelled by Rene who, hearing a familiar set of guitar chords on the radio, turned it up full blast and began singing Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off” at the top of his off-key merman lungs. Jean and I looked at each other in mutual horror.
“Roll up the window before we get arrested for disturbing the peace!” I yelled at Jean over Rene’s warbling about “haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate.”
In case you need help with the visual. Heh.