Wednesday, October 29, 2014
During all of October, we’ll post teasers for the stories, interviews of the authors and blog posts. Find them all on Kallysten’s blog, along with a FAQ, and of course the link where you can donate and help this worthy cause.
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Here is a teaser from my short "Blood Lost: Book 2 in The Pink Rhinestone Tiara Series":
Catriogwyn was deep in thought on the drive back to the house. She knew that she was going to have to fix the place up a bit, especially the backyard. It still looked very much the jungle she thought of when she had arrived three months ago. She wanted to make sure that the roses could be seen. They were too beautiful to be hidden under so much foliage.
She hadn’t bothered to do anything about the place yet, she hadn’t known where to start because the front of the house didn’t need as much work as she would have thought. Demetrio had told her that he was the one that kept the front of the house up for appearance's sake after Prudence had died. He had apologized for not getting to the back of the house, but there hadn’t been enough time before the lawyers had contacted Catriogwyn about the reading of Prudence’s will.
Catriogwyn shrugged. She would have Demetrio help her with the backyard, making sure they could tame it a little.
I guess the yard would be a good place. Start on the outside and take inventory of the inside to see where the work is needed there, she thought as she rounded the corner.
She was feeling even more confused about the whole thing than she had been before she met with the lawyer. Demetrio was standing on the front porch when she pulled in to the overgrown driveway.
He helped her out of the car, “So, how did it go at the lawyer's office?”
Catriogwyn sighed. “Mr. Kemp doesn’t know who drew up the paperwork. He says that he’s pretty sure that no one in his office did it. He certainly didn’t authorize anyone to do it. I don’t know, Demetrio," she said worriedly. "I need to fix the place up before I can sell it.”
The genie looked at her with concern. “The lawyer didn’t know where the papers came from?”
She shook her head. Catriogwyn was beginning to think that she was going to need to call her job and quit before she would be able to be free of the property.
“I need to make a phone call,” she said as she moved to the porch.
Demetrio was hot on her heels. “Okay. I’ll make us some lunch. Are you going to be okay?”
Catriogwyn turned, smiling at her companion. “I’ll be fine. I have you, remember?”
Demetrio smiled, which is what she had intended. It was nice to have someone worrying about her. It was something Catriogwyn had never really had and it was taking some getting used to, but it was nice nonetheless.
© DJ Shaw
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
This investigation had been going on too long. They had no real suspects and the killer was getting bolder in his actions. Kaylea was getting frustrated and her colleagues were getting the brunt of it. In this job of hers, it was dog eat dog and she had to prove that she was good enough to play with the big boys. Catching this killer would be just the proof she needed, but he wasn’t making it easy.
Sure his actions were getting bolder but his methods were all over the map. He didn’t appear to have any MO, Motive of Opportunity, which was slowing down the process of catching him. Four kills so far, that the state of New Mexico knew of anyway. It was time to do some serious digging.
Back in The Academy she’d learned that every serial killer had an MO, a type, a special weapon and vehicle of choice. She was almost ready to throw that knowledge out the window with this case because it didn’t seem to be a s black and white. She really wanted to catch this guy before he killed again but knew, deep down, that it was pretty fucking unlikely. She’d been pulled in after the third kill and she’d hoped she would have learned something about him, his motives and the way his mind worked. Now, she was just hoping that she caught him before too many more died.
“All right, everyone, let’s allow the ME to do their jobs so that we can get some information to go on. Not much else we can do here,” Kaylea said on a sigh as she moved to her Navy Blue Sedan.
She got behind the wheel and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the headrest of the seat. Her mind was going a hundred miles a minute and she knew that if she didn’t get back to the precinct and talk with the local police chief soon, it would be much tougher to get what she needed from him. It was time to lay down some ground rules and get some cooperation going on both fronts. She needed all of the files that the APD --- Albuquerque Police Department --- had on this case. She needed to get more information.
She watched as the ME --- Medical Examiner --- took the body’s temperature and looked over the wounds, wondering what the body would be able to tell them. She stuck the key in the ignition and turned the engine over. She decided it was best to go on to the local precinct and start the inevitable argument with the police chief. She was sure she’d have a fight on her hands about getting the files she needed.
© DJ Shaw