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 A Blush with Death.

 

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BUOYED BY THE satisfactory resolution to the first problem of the day, I hoped everything else would go as easy as my talk with Sarah. I decided to stop off at In-A-Fix Computers before I forced myself back to the convention. Just one more day and I’d be free from the clutches of the beauty barons. Of course, first I had to make it through my speech, but I didn’t foresee any problems. I picked up Barb on the way, thinking she’d be a good foil to Andy Andrews and his handy hands.

 

“So good old Andy is working here?” she asked. “That must have come as quite a shock.”

 

I shook my head. “Yes, and the little twit tried to put the make on me again. One of these days I should surprise him and say yes—he’d be so scared, he’d piss his pants. I honestly think he wouldn’t know what to do with me once he got hold of me. Andy doesn’t strike me as the go-getter type.”

 

Barb suppressed a snort. “Yeah, or at least he’d be scared of you after you got done with him. There he is,” she pointed to the service counter.

 

We sauntered in his direction as he motioned us over to the desk. “My computer working yet?” I asked, giving him a lazy smile.

 

He winked, but then actually let his professional side come out and the smarmy look disappeared from his face. “Hey Persia. Listen, you have some seriously bad shit going on with your machine here. I can’t believe you didn’t have any AV protection on it.”

 

“AV? What do you mean?”

 

“Antivirus software. You picked up a nasty virus, and it wiped out your files. What were you thinking? Nobody in their right mind should be without AV protection in this day and age.” He grumbled something I didn’t catch, and I had the same feeling I would have if I’d been caught having sex without a condom.

 

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