I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from Maudlin’s Mayhem.
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“She’s coming around.” A woman’s voice echoed somewhere behind me.
“I’ll tell Essie.” Another voice nearby, then the sound of footsteps on what sounded like a stone floor.
Essie. Oh, lovely. Well, at least I knew who had decided to kidnap me. I cracked open my lips, tentatively. “Water?”
I didn’t like that the first thing I asked was for a drink instead of demanding to know where I was or that they let me go. Then again, I already knew who had hold of me, and I knew full well they wouldn’t just merrily trip along to my side, untie me and say, “Sure, go ahead! Sorry for the kidnapping gig.” Asking for water seemed a safe bet.
“Here. Drink slow at first or you’ll throw up.” The woman who was standing in front of me was wearing a pair of jeans and a turtleneck. She also looked remarkably pale and by the color of her eyes, I knew she was a vampire.
She held a cup to my lips, slowly dribbling the water in. I knew enough to accept that what she was telling me was good advice. So many of the drugs that could knock out a witch were harsh on the system, especially the stomach, and my gut was gnarled in knots. I took a slow sip, let it trickle down my throat, and then another. A third and fourth helped clear the tickle from my throat, and a fifth was just enough to ease the dryness that had formed in my mouth. I knew better than to take a sixth—my stomach wasn’t thrilled with the first five.
“So…Essie…?”
“You’re at Essie’s house, yes. She has some questions for you.”
“She has a lousy way of getting my attention.”
The vampire gave me a wry look. “Just so you know, Essie has a definite style when it comes to finding out what she needs to know. She told us not to hurt you, though.”
