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 Bewitching Bedlam.
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The waitress jotted down our orders, took our menus, and left. As soon as she was gone, I turned back to Rose. “How long has he been spreading stuff around like this?”
“Since they first realized you were serious about opening a bed and breakfast. At first, I didn’t think anything about it. I thought he would stop, or something. But apparently he’s out to cause you more trouble than I first thought.”
“Have you heard anything else?” Just how far had the Greyhoof boys gone to smear my reputation?
Rose ducked her head. “I should have told you all of this earlier. Last week, I overheard Ralph badmouthing you and Aegis to a couple from out of town. He warned them not to book a room at the Bewitching Bedlam because your ‘boy toy’ might end up having dessert ‘on the house.’ I interrupted him and told him to watch what he said, but he blew me off. After seeing George’s flit, it occurred to me they might really be trying to sabotage your business. I decided I had better tell you.”
My temper rising, I tried to keep my voice steady. “I’m glad you told me, even if I am pissed. Thanks, Rose. I’ll see you at the Esbat on Wednesday.” The Moonrise Coven held rituals on the Esbats—the full moons—as well as the Sabbats, and our eight High Holy days. I handed her phone back to her. She excused herself and returned to her table. I kept my tongue in check until she was out of earshot.
“Sandy, I swear, I’m going to roast me some goat. I need to have a little chat with the Greyhoof boys.” I pulled out my phone and brought up the picture of the painting. “I first thought Ralph was trying to gather some of my hair to put a hex on the Bewitching Bedlam, and now I think I’m right. I don’t know how this woman fits into the picture—no pun intended. Maybe she’s a vampire who used to be a witch?”
“That would be bad. I wonder. But how are Aegis and Ralph connected? It’s not like they’re best buddies. They barely talk.” “I don’t know, but there has to be some link.” I shoved the phone back in my pocket and let out an exasperated sigh. “Let’s focus on lunch. I really don’t want an ulcer, and that’s all I’m going to get if I talk any more about this while we’re eating.” “Sure.” Sandy held up her mug of tea. “Here’s to old friends and good food. With everything else going on in the world, we need all the support we can get.” “Heaven’s truth to that,” I murmured, saluting her back as we settled into other topics.
