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 Glossed and Found.
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FIRST THINGS FIRST. I was going to drive home and change. My comfort clothes were beginning to feel baggy, and the hangover was starting to lift. I was also hungry, and the thought of a ham sandwich was beginning to sound appealing. From home, I could also call the names in Lisa’s book and ask them if I could drop in.
As I walked through the door, Dodger, our silver tabby, and Nalu, our black shorthair boy, stopped short in the hallway, where they were playing tug-of-war with a loaf of bread. A little over a week ago, we’d found a loaf of partially devoured bread on the bathroom floor, and we’d blamed the dogs. Now I knew the identity of the real culprits.
“What the hell are you two doing?” I stomped over, shooing them away from the bag. They watched, all innocent-like, as I picked up the bread and examined it. Yep, teeth marks pointed the finger, all right. Dodger was good at climbing, where Nalu was a little too fat to scramble up on the counters. Dodger must have pushed the bread off to the waiting Nalu, and together they decided to make tracks with the booty.
“You twits,” I muttered, carrying the bread into the kitchen. A couple of slices looked munched on, but otherwise everything seemed okay, so I dropped the remaining slices, minus two for my sandwich, into a Ziploc bag and threw away the old wrapper. The slobbered-on slices went in the dog’s dishes, which no doubt Dodger and Nalu would pilfer as soon as I wasn’t looking.
I fixed my snack, then sat down with the phone book, my sandwich, and a glass of tomato juice at the table. As I ate, I jotted down names and then hunted through the phone book for their addresses. First on the list from Lisa’s Friday appointments was Heddy Latherton. Well, if Lisa had said something, Heddy would be only too happy to tell me. But she wasn’t home, so I left a message on her voice mail and went on.
