I unloaded the dishwasher and made coffee, thinking I'd get to read the Roses of Prose post before noon today. Well, there was none there. Whose day is it anyway? I know it's not mine. That's tomorrow on the third. My gaze traveled to the corner of my monitor. Oh my God, this is the 3rd, MY day!
I am literally sipping coffee and thinking what am I going to say? Ah...my newest novella releases on the 8th. In my last post, I shared the first chapter. I think I'll share the final scene of my paranormal, romantic suspense with you. KeeKee is Cameo's kitten. Tiny is Bowie's boxer and has a flatulence problem. Tiny, not Bowie. Oh gawd, hold on, I need another cup of coffee...
She was naked again.
Flying over the warm bay waters with her hair flying behind her. She entered a house. A man was on his knees holding back the crimson hair of a woman on the floor, hugging a commode.
She grabbed for a washcloth to wipe her mouth. “You hid my pills.”
“Dinna be silly, luv. We promised we’d talk about such things.”
If a cat could smile, KeeKee smiled at Tiny, who had the box of pills in the bottom of his toy box. KeeKee had knocked them off the vanity in the bathroom. Tiny had carried them and dug through all his toys to place them beneath a toy he’d had since he was a baby.
think alike. They are analytical, intelligent, and love the process of learning. Once these two get tangled with HSS, a gang that’s migrated from Glasgow, lives are in danger, fears reign, and the typically calm life of the area changes.
When Cameo is abducted by the murderous gang will Bowie’s intellectual connection with the woman he loves help him find Cameo?