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 Blood Music.

 

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“You better warn them against rubbing it or Bubba’s going to lose you business faster than you can generate it.”

 

She rolled her eyes. Sandy had been the recipient of one of Bubba’s practical jokes when we first met. She could have decked me one for letting it happen, but instead, I got a peek at just how good her sense of humor was.

 

“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to have a cjinn around. But I love him, and he’s been with me for three centuries now. What can I say?”

 

Cjinns were rare—they came from the elemental plane of fire, where they hung around djinns. They were mostly cat, but too much djinn for anybody’s good. Intelligent and with a warped sense of humor, cjinns loved hanging around, waiting for the unsuspecting cat lover to scoop them up and shower love and reverence on them.

 

“You’re wrapped around his paw so tight you’ll never untangle yourself. I figure it’s just a package deal. Friends with you? Friends with Bubba.” Sandy was doing her best to distract me, but my attention kept returning to the stage.

 

 

 

 

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