Saturday, February 19, 2011
Because Feb. is release month for my latest in the Strange Neighbors series--The Werewolf Upstairs--My publisher set up a blog tour for me...and then I had requests from others to guest blog. I have this problem with the word 'no.' When people ask me (nicely) to do something, I can't say it. So, this is my 20th blog, and it's only the 19th? Gaaaaaaa!
I'm taking the easy way out today and posting an excerpt instead. I know you'll understand and forgive me for this under the circumstances. At least this is a never before posted scene. Konrad (our hero) investgates noise from upstairs.
Konrad was relaxing in his living room, trying to reread
one of his favorite books, but noises from the apartment
upstairs distracted him.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
What is that? Sounds like a conga line. “I liked it
better when it was just Chad up there. No noise whatsoever.”
Konrad rose from his chair and stared at the
ceiling. “Or maybe that is Chad? I wonder if he’s trying
to get somebody’s attention.”
If Joe and the witches weren’t home, Konrad would
probably be the only one to hear him. Or Dottie…oh
crap. If Dottie hears the noise, she’ll pitch a fit.
He sighed. “I’d better get up there and see what’s
Konrad took the stairs two at a time. When he arrived
at the door to apartment 3A, he knocked loudly.
The noise stopped. He waited another moment or two,
and when the noise didn’t resume, he started down
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
“What the?” He jogged back up to the door and
banged on it again. “What the hell is going on in there?
Chad? Are you trying to communicate with someone?”
The noise stopped again. Konrad sighed. He’d have
to come up with some way to talk to Chad. One thump
for yes and two for no?
As he was deliberating, the door opened a crack, and
Joe peered out at him.
“Oh, hey, Joe. I didn’t know you were home. What
was that racket? I thought Chad was trying to get someone’s
“Uh, no,” he said.
A naked Gwyneth came into view. She looked like a
redheaded Lady Godiva. “Who is it, Joe, honey?”
“Oh!” Konrad snapped to attention. “I’m sorry, I
didn’t realize you were…entertaining.”
Joe looked over his shoulder at Gwyneth and grinned.
“It’s Konrad. I guess we were making too much noise.”
“Oh, my goodness! If Konrad could hear us, then Dottie
probably can, bless her heart. She’ll be madder than a bottle
full of bees.” Gwyneth came to the door, still naked and
completely unabashed. “Thanks for lettin’ us know, Konrad.
I wouldn’t want my research to get Joe into trouble.”
Konrad scratched his head. “Research? What kind
“Oh, it’s for my book. I’m writin’ erotica now.”
He raised his eyebrows.
Joe chuckled. “I’ve never been so happy to be someone’s
research assistant before.”
Konrad couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a
Gwyneth frowned and crossed her arms under her
pale breasts. “I have to do somethin’ to pay the rent. I
don’t have enough education to get a fancy job.”
Joe stepped out from behind the door and put his arm
around her. He was wearing boxers, thank goodness.
“You’re quite well educated in this field, sweetheart.
You’ll make a fine erotica writer.”
“I know it was your idea, and I’m grateful and everything,
but I still don’t spell worth a hoot.”
Joe stroked her shoulder. “You don’t need to know
how to spell, these days. The computer will correct your
spelling automatically. And anything you miss, your
editor will catch.”
“I guess. At least I’m enjoyin’ the research
part of it.” She giggled and pinched his nipple.
“Now can we go back and finish it?”