Val Muller

The Electronic Wordsmith

This is a middle-grade quick read about a girl named Storee who dreams of being an author. The names are allegorical: the protagonist Storee Wryter, her cat Critique, and even her new dog Addie (who has been “added” to the family). Storee keeps writing ideas in a file in her room and is always thinking about what to write for her next big story. At the beginning of the book, her friend Kyria comes over and asks Storee to adopt a dog.

The book stresses responsibility and service in adopting and training a dog, and part of the discussion Storee has with her parents is whether they can train Storee to become a therapy or service dog. Without going over-the-top with details, the book models ways of properly training a dog as well as traits a dog must possess to be certified as a therapy dog. In the end, Storee’s parents agree to the dog, and story works hard (even Critique helps her out) to train Addie to the point where she can visit a class of struggling readers eager to read to the dog as part of a program.

While reading, I did wish the book was longer. The writing is great, and there were some opportunities for expanding some of the scenes, or perhaps showing us some of what Storee was writing, or showing us more of Storee’s challenges in training her dog.

I enjoyed the positive message of the book, encouraging young writers to keep up with their ideas. The book even ends with prompts and space to write down ideas. It’s clear the author cares about helping young writers. The book also teaches the proper training techniques for dogs and teaches students just how much responsibility is involved in responsibly training one. My own corgis could learn a lot from Addie, as they sometimes tag-team against me to subvert my training efforts!

All in all, it’s a great read for young readers, writers, and animal lovers looking to make something of themselves in the world.

This week’s post comes to us from RC Bonitz, author of A Little Bit of Blackmail, and its sequel, A Little Bit of Baby. Look for them at Amazon, B&N, Silver Publishing, or Goodreads.

Today we bring you the last chapter of Remy’s story. The Spot Writers intend to choose a tale to follow it, so we thought we’d run a contest. If you have plot ideas or themes you’d like to offer, please contact one of us through our blogs listed below. If we choose your idea you’ll get your choice of one of our books free.

Enjoy.

Chapter 33

“Oh,” Remy murmured. It was the strangest thing- his “idea” was no surprise, given the expression on his face and her present homeless dilemma, but now that he’d effectively asked her to move in her stomach churned with uncertainty and nerves. How could she move in with a guy she barely knew? Her mother would be horrified.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You want me to live with you?”

“That’s my thought.” He grinned. “I’ll need a nursemaid for a while with this leg.”

Remy frowned. “You want a nurse?” Bummer, what a letdown that was.  But, her stomach eased and she could breathe again. Funny, that. The last two days, while he’d been in the hospital, she couldn’t stay away from him. She’d visited when she could, and worried about his recovery, and acted like a schoolgirl when he teased her. He’d been so brave, so sweet and charming. And here she was, afraid to live with him. Was she commitment phobic or just a coward?

He stood up straight and grimaced as pain apparently pierced his leg. “I need to get used to this crutch.” She reached out to steady him and he seized her hand, his eyes dead serious. “I was kidding about the nurse bit. It’s you I want, Remy.”

She sighed. This was not the way she’d pictured marriage proposals being offered to her. Not that he was proposing. Or was he? “You’re as bad as Jeremy! We hardly know each other and you want me to move in with you?”

He looked shocked. And hurt. “We’ve worked side by side for months. I see you every day.”

“That’s not like loving someone. You’re my boss,” she exclaimed. Her stomach seized up in one giant knot. He wanted a commitment from her. Could she love him the way he cared for her? He was adorable, but oh my gosh.

He groaned. “I love you Remy. I thought we had something going here.”

He’d said the magic word. Others had before him, but only when they tried to seduce her. Was he doing that? No, he meant it, she was sure. “Sam, that’s wonderful, I thank you, but we’ve only had the one date. I can’t become your live in mistress based on that.” Oh, darn, she was making such a mess of this.

He smiled, but his eyes were serious. “Okay, here you go. You like me, I can tell. Sometimes when we’re working, I catch you smiling at me when you think I’m not looking.” He put up a hand to cut her off. “Don’t deny it, I know what I saw. One thing I’ve learned about you- you can be rock stubborn sometimes. Like now. Okay, you win. Forget the whole idea. Find a new apartment for yourself.”

Remy’s insides turned to mush. He was backing away? That wasn’t what she wanted. “I just meant—”

“Never mind. You’ve made yourself perfectly clear.”

“I have not!” she cried. “I simply meant I need more time. We should date a little bit. Get to know each other better. Things like—”

He grinned like a schoolboy. “Tonight?”

“What?” she said breathlessly.

“How about a date?”

She nodded. A date would be good. He was laughing? What was he up to?

“I know where there’s an apartment available. It has two bedrooms and a den that’s never used. The rent is cheap and you’ll have complete privacy. You’ll have a roommate, but he’ll leave you alone. If you want him to.”

He was so obvious. But so cute. So darn sweet too. “I don’t believe that.”

“What?”

“The leave me alone part.”

He chuckled. “Well, you’ll have to date him more than once a week. Until you get used to having him around.”

“Then what?”

“Maybe you’ll say yes when he asks you to marry him.”

Remy’s heart soared. If she ever hoped to take the leap, he was the one. She leaned in and gave him a long, lingering kiss. “He seems very persuasive. Maybe I will say yes. How much is the rent on this place?”

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Jessica Degarmo
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I read this book at the recommendation of my sister, who has read every one of Martinez’s books. The novel follows the tribulations of “Never Dead Ned,” a man who begins the novel as an average guy with a desk job who is called upon to lead Ogre Company. This is a rag-tag company of ogres, goblins, seers, sirens, and all types of fantastical creatures. Their commanders have a talent for dying quickly. Luckily, Never Dead Ned can’t stay dead for long. Each time he dies (which he does frequently), a woman appears to revive him.

company of ogres a lee martinezI can’t give away too much of the plot. Throughout most of it, Ned is trying to figure out what exactly is going on: Why has he been put in charge of Ogre Company? Why does a woman in red keep appearing to revive him every time he dies? Why can’t he just stay dead? Why does he feel lost? He finds his answer; you’ll just have to read the book to find out what it is!

My favorite element of the novel was its humor. I love how everything—even what seems to be simple jokes or pointless banter among the characters—ties together at the end.  Sometimes the jokes are subtle; other times, they are obvious, but they’re always funny. I found myself having to explain to people in the room just why I was laughing out loud while reading a book. I enjoyed how Martinez took the typical fantasy stereotypes (which I don’t particularly enjoy) and played off of the clichés to create humor. For instance, a siren and an Amazon at one point are vying for the attention of Ned, who is so oblivious that he can’t tell they’re fighting over him. At another time, Ned removes all blunt and sharp objects from his office and hides, hoping to prevent himself from dying for the umpteenth time. Possibly my favorite instance of humor is when the budget of Ogre Company, which Ned has been tasked with balancing, is literally personified as an undulating monster he must subdue.

If you enjoy humor and fiction, you’ll enjoy this book. I look forward to reading more of Martinez’s work.

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On January 26, 2011, I was stuck in a snowstorm for 12 hours–alone in my car.

On January 26, 2012, the first book in the Corgi Capers series was published. 

Now, on January 26, 2013, I’m celebrating the anniversary of the book’s launch with a month of sapphiefinalgiveaway. Head over to www.CorgiCapers.com to check out all the freebies, features, and contests.

In the meantime, you can enter to win a copy of one of my Corgi Capers books, or even a t-shirt, here:
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This week’s post comes to us from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series (for young detectives) and the sci-fi romance For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal. Check out www.corgicapers.com for an upcoming anniversary celebration!

Next week’s post comes to us from RC Bonitz this week- a little out of order due to various personal commitments.  RC’s latest book in A Little Bit of Baby which is available on a special offer from Silver Publishing.

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Sam stood up from the wheelchair, using Remy’s arm for support. He rose to his feet, his arm around Remy’s shoulder to take the weight off his thigh. As the doctors warned him, the bullet wound would ache for months. But Remy’s body was warm against his, making him forget his pain. Sam smiled back graciously at the nurse who had wheeled him to the curb, hoping the gesture would dismiss her. He didn’t like being pampered even though he knew it was hospital policy. Remy handed him the crutch, and he stuck it under his arm and looked to Remy’s car, just a few steps away. He turned back, but the nurse was still standing there, smiling. He wanted her to leave. He wanted to be alone with Remy.

“Here you go,” Remy said, putting an arm around Sam’s waist to guide him toward the passenger seat.

Her touch felt warm, and he smiled automatically, instantly forgetting about the nurse. Remy had been visiting him every day at the hospital, spending all the time she was allowed. With Sam’s injury, the office had closed for the week, anyway. Irene referred the more urgent appointments to one of Sam’s colleagues. The others had been rescheduled, and Sam shuddered to think how busy he would be playing catch-up. He would have to hire additional help.

Sam stood near the passenger door and gazed into Remy’s eyes. She looked exhausted—but beautiful.

“How’s the packing?” he asked.

“Almost done,” she said.

“And the security deposit?”

“The landlord said that due to—circumstances—she was letting me out of the lease with no penalties. I get everything back.”

“Good,” Sam said.

“I just can’t wait to be out of that place. So many memories. More like nightmares. I can’t believe that night I almost fell for Jeremy. What was I thinking? And Barbara… I don’t think I’ll ever get the sound of that gunshot out of my head. I know she’s going to be locked up for a while, but that apartment just has too many ghosts haunting me.”

Sam frowned, his leg wincing as he remembered the incident that caused his injury. “Have you given any thought to where you’ll move?”

Remy shrugged. “Everything’s almost all packed. I’ll move most of it into storage until I figure out something more permanent. Irene said I could crash on her couch for a little while. With all the catching up at the office, I can’t imagine any of us will be getting much sleep in the next few weeks.”

“And after that?” Sam asked.

“ I—” Her face flushed.

Sam’s lips curled into a smile, and he leaned back against the car door so that he faced her completely.  “I’ve got an idea,” he said.

“What idea is that?” Remy asked, flirting and feigning naiveté to hide her embarrassment.

“I always thought my place was too big for just a bachelor.”

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Val Muller
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Jessica Degarmo
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Back to the Future is my absolute favorite movie. In high school, I had a shrine in my room dedicated to anything BTTF I could find. A great inspiration for me as an author was the character of George McFly, an aspiring sci-fi writer/nerd who always shied away from confrontation and adversity until his son traveled back in time and helped him overcome that. Possibly my favorite scene in the novel is when George McFly (the George of 1985 after being visited by his son) receives a box of books–his first novel. As he hands a copy to his son, he reminds us all that “you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.” I’ve wanted to be an author since I can remember, and I’ve been watching Back to the Future since I can remember. That quote and scene has always stuck with me, and when I received my first box of novels last year, I felt like George myself.

In this time-travel novella incorporating sweet romance and science fiction, Anna, a young graduate student, has found her intellectual soul mate. She and Dr. Thomas Wellesley, forty years her senior, have been working on sensitive research involving time travel. She respects the man: he is married to his work and just as passionate about science as she is. He is her favorite part of the day and she'll stop at nothing to help their research.  When a rival professor threatens their research and their safety, Dr. Wellesley does everything in his power to protect Anna from harm. But in his effort to protect her, he inadvertently sends her back in time. Forty years back in time, to be exact—to a time when a young student named Tommy Wellesley is just embarking on his first degree in physics. And it’ll be up to young Tommy to see Anna safely back to her own time. If he can bear to lose her.   This edition also includes two short time travel stories. “Suicide Watch” explores the more dangerous ramifications of time travel. After an unfortunate fight with the love of his life, Matthew Mitchell discovers a time machine. Tempted to win back his girlfriend, Matt takes the machine for a spin, only to find out that time travel is much more complicated than he expected, and the results are catastrophic. “Toward Every Future’s Past” is flavored with sci-fi and fantasy and examines the cyclical nature of time and man’s difficulty in comprehending it.

In this time-travel novella incorporating sweet romance and science fiction, Anna, a young graduate student, has found her intellectual soul mate. She and Dr. Thomas Wellesley, forty years her senior, have been working on sensitive research involving time travel. She respects the man: he is married to his work and just as passionate about science as she is. He is her favorite part of the day and she’ll stop at nothing to help their research. When a rival professor threatens their research and their safety, Dr. Wellesley does everything in his power to protect Anna from harm. But in his effort to protect her, he inadvertently sends her back in time. Forty years back in time, to be exact—to a time when a young student named Tommy Wellesley is just embarking on his first degree in physics. And it’ll be up to young Tommy to see Anna safely back to her own time. If he can bear to lose her. This edition also includes two short time travel stories. “Suicide Watch” explores the more dangerous ramifications of time travel. After an unfortunate fight with the love of his life, Matthew Mitchell discovers a time machine. Tempted to win back his girlfriend, Matt takes the machine for a spin, only to find out that time travel is much more complicated than he expected, and the results are catastrophic. “Toward Every Future’s Past” is flavored with sci-fi and fantasy and examines the cyclical nature of time and man’s difficulty in comprehending it.

For this blog hop, I’m giving away a copy of my novella For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal. It’s the story of a college student who travels back in time to the 1970s and falls in love with her professor, someone who in her own time is close to retirement. When she returns, she finds the world is futuristic compared to what she remembers… and that isn’t the only thing that’s changed… The novella includes two other time travel shorts, one about a man’s personal struggle with a time machine and his own stubborn will, and the other about a group of people tasked–for the umpteenth time–with saving humanity.

To enter, use the RaffleCopter link below. Then, check out the other blogs on this hop (see the links at the bottom of this page). And remember, in the words of Doc Brown, “your future hasn’t been written yet… so make it a good one!”
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I received a review copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion. The opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own.

The Crystal Scepter is based on the myth of Perseus and the Gorgon with many other details added. The book follows Pythius, the king of Paladya, who seeks immortal or lengthened life via a fabled crystal scepter found in Elysiel. To accomplish his goal, he marries Calli (a young woman from Elysiel). When she becomes pregnant and too sick to travel to Elysiel with him, he goes himself, meeting a gorgon in disguise and obtaining the crystal scepter. But his plan does not run smoothly. The scepter scars his hand, making it stiff and burning, and he can’t figure out how to wield it. To make matters worse, a prophesy has declared that his own son will kill him, just as he killed his father. Hearing the prophesy, he decides to kill his newborn son. Calli, learning of his plan just in time, sends the infant across the ocean in a trunk. The boy is found by a fisherman, who decides to raise the child as Perthin. It’s up to Perthin to discover his true identity and fulfill the destiny foretold by the seer.

The best part of this book is the plot: it’s engaging and inherently interesting. Pythius’s evil motives will keep you turning the page to see what happens next, and Calli’s situation is sympathetic enough that readers will care what happens to her. The actual telling of the story was a bit weaker than the plot, however. The first quarter of the book, I felt, contained a bit too much “telling” and background information about Calli’s homeland and the history of some of the people and places. This could just be a personal preference, though, as I tend to lose patience while reading fantasy books with too much back-story. About a quarter of the way in, I found the plot had picked up enough that I was turning pages without realizing it.

Because of the complex plot, the book switches from one character to the next. We follow Pythius as he travels to Elysiel to usurp the scepter. Then we shift to Calli as she dotes on her new-born babe. I did feel, however, that I wanted to stick with one character for a bit longer. As soon as I started to settle in to one character’s story, the perspective would switch. Again, this is a personal preference (I haven’t even attempted to read Game of Thrones yet for just this reason!). The first 140 pages comprise Part One, telling the tale of Perthin’s parents. Part Two picks up with Perth at age 15 (and noticeably smaller than the other boys) but with a heart many times as big. I enjoyed Part Two much more than the first part. I found myself turning the pages quickly and burning through the story into Part Three. The ending, which I will not give away here, was enjoyable as well.

Overall, an interesting mix of mythology, religion, and fiction.

Chapter 31 of Remy’s story is by Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled.

 Next week’s chapter will come from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series for young detectives and For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, a time travel trio. Find out more at valm16.sg-host.com.

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

 

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Chapter 31

 Remy immediately froze where she was, her eyes locked on Barbara.

Sam, ever ready to take control of a situation, started to speak. “Barbara, Remy had nothing to do with Jeremy’s arrest.” As he spoke, he took a step over to try to block Remy from Barbara’s view.

Barbara was crazed, eyes wide. She raised the gun to Sam’s chest and motioned for him to move aside. “Get out of my way and don’t move again.”

Sam slowly moved but only a half step. Barbara turned her gaze back to Remy, who was still standing near the entrance to the kitchen, feeling miles away from Sam.

“I don’t get it. I don’t get what he sees in you. I don’t know why my husband wants to hang out with trash like you.”

Remy struggled to hear Barbara’s words over the sound of her own heart in overdrive. The sight of Barbara waving a gun in front of the man she loved made her realize just that. She did love Sam, and she didn’t want him to be caught in the middle of this mess.

Remy took a breath and tried to keep her tone soft. “Barbara, you know as well as I do that Jeremy’s been stalking me. And he said you’re not married. I don’t know who to believe, and I don’t care. I want nothing to do with either of you. I meant you no harm – not ever.”

Barbara shook her head and seemed to twitch her shoulder. “You’re such a liar,” she spat. “Just like him.”

As she spoke she took a step and started to raise the gun-wielding hand. Remy watched as Sam, startled by Barbara’s sudden movement, moved to reach for her arm. He managed to keep Barbara from raising her arm, but she pulled the trigger as she made contact. The loud cracking left Remy’s ears ringing as she helplessly watched Sam slump to the floor, clutching his thigh. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest.

Barbara never even looked down at the man she’d just shot as she continued towards Remy. Remy barely heard Sam shout for her to go as she turned to dash towards the kitchen.

The funny thing about life or death situations is they’re nothing like you see in the movies. None of the fast action or motivating background music exists. To Remy, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, including her legs.

As she turned into the kitchen, Remy made sure to cut as far out of sight of the door as possible. She frantically searched for something to fight with and her eyes landed on the heavy iron skillet her mother had given her when she bought the condo. She’d never used it once – not for cooking, anyway. Remy grabbed the pan as Barbara’s footsteps approached the entryway.

She quickly swung the pan like a baseball bat, landing a heavy thud to the side of Barbara’s face and jaw the moment she crossed over the kitchen threshold. The gun flew from her hand and bounced across the floor moments before Barbara toppled over, unconscious.

Dazed, Remy hesitated.

“Is she out cold?” Remy peeked around the corner to see Sam on the floor by the door, positioned so he could see the kitchen doorway. Remy could only nod.

“Good. You did good, Remy. Listen to me. Don’t panic now. Go pick up the gun.”

Remy had never touched a gun before in her life. She moved quickly around Barbara’s body on the floor and picked up the gun. The tiny piece felt like it weighed a ton in her hand.

“Remy.”

Sam’s voice broke her from her adrenaline induced haze. Sam!

Remy rushed back out of the kitchen and slid onto her knees at Sam’s side. “Is it bad?” She tried to peel back his hand but he wouldn’t budge.

“Best not to look. Just call 9-1-1.”

Remy hurried to the phone and dialed as she ran to the hall closet for towels. As she spoke to the dispatcher, she managed to add the towels and extra pressure to Sam’s gaping thigh wound. Sam’s face was white, and he finally relaxed a bit, leaning his head back against the wall.

They waited.

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RC Bonitz

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Val Muller

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Deborah Dera

http://www.deborahdera.com

 

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

Eve Hallows and the Book of Shadows follows the adventures established in the first book of the series, Eve Hallows and the Book of Shrieks (you can read my review of Book One here). Where we left our heroes, Eve found herself a human living in Gravesville, the world of monsters, and somehow the one chosen to guard The Book of Shrieks (and the subsequent books, the second of which is the Book of Shadows). These books were supposedly used to create the land of monsters and are very important to the residents of Eve hallows ShadowsGravesville. But somehow, they have found their way into the world of man.

In the beginning of the book, Eve finds herself in a frustrating situation. She doesn’t fit in with the world of monsters (her father is a shapeshifter, her mother is a gorgon, and she is a lowly human). Returning to Gravesville, she even finds that the monsters hate and fear humans. Still, she sneaks off to her friend’s party (a werewolf coming-of-age gathering). There, she learns that long-held hatred between vampires and wolves has been rekindled, with werewolves supposedly kidnapping vampires and vice versa. Something smells fishy, and Eve is determined to figure it out.

She is quickly taken away, however, to meet with the Director of U.R.N.S., Death. Death reveals to Eve that when she was delivered to Gravesville, he wanted to kill her: he had long-held hatred of humans after a mishap with his own son, a human who went rogue and escaped Death. But Death learned soon enough that Eve would play an important role in protecting the Book of Shrieks, and he spared her life. Death wants Eve to continue her quest to find the rest of the books, and he assigns her a single U.R.N.S. agent, ceasing communication with Eve or her family for fear of a mole.

Eve is disgusted to find her agent is a succubus who tempts all the men and boys in her life—including her father. Still, she has little time for hatred: she and her friends are taken on a field trip to New York City to track down The Source, which disappeared at the end of Book One.

I enjoyed this book a bit more than the original: the characters were better developed, and the writing was better, too. It’s a good middle grade book for girls and boys alike. Eve is a strong female role model with just the right amount of teenage flavor. There’s plenty of action and imagery for boys, too. I won’t ruin the ending, but it does end on a cliffhanger, leaving the reader wanting to know what happens next. It’s a quick read and a page turner for anyone loving a little bit of spook in their book.

Chapter 30 of Remy’s story is by RC Bonitz this week- a little out of order due to various personal commitments.  RC’s latest book in A Little Bit of Baby which is available on a special offer from Silver Publishing.

Next week’s chapter will be from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled!

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

 

Chapter 30

 

“I’m very confused,” Remy murmured. “You’re my boss and we shouldn’t—”

“Never mind that. You can quit when—” Sam started,a twinkle in his eye.

“Are you teasing me? I need my job, Sam, I really do.”

“After we’re married?” Sam murmured.

Remy gasped and tried to calm her tumbling feelings. Married? “Sam, please, I told you, I need time.”

“For what? I love you. You love me. You do, don’t you?” Sam picked her up as if she were a feather and carried her to the bedroom, then stopped at the door, his face set in somber lines. “Don’t you?”

She hesitated, not knowing what she thought at the moment. “I said I needed time,” she whispered, watching worry lines appear around his eyes. He had such lovely eyes, brown and soft and gentle looking. She needed time for what- to decide whether to shag him- or marry him? She certainly didn’t have to seduce him- he was ready. And, oh yes, to be honest, she was too! That little tingle of excitement she’d been trying to squash down was setting her on fire! Decisions about marriage could wait. It was better to sample the merchandise before buying wasn’t it?

She grinned and touched her nose to his. “Enough about this time stuff. Kiss me.”

The doorbell rang.

“Do we need Chinese food?” Sam whispered.

Remy smiled. “We may need lots of energy tonight.”

Sam groaned and set her on her feet. “I’ll get the door while you get some plates ready.”

“No. I’ll pay for it,” Remy protested.

Sam shook his head. “I’ve got it. Dishes please, madam.”

She watched as he strode to the door, moving with a lithe grace she’d never noticed before. He really was an athletic looking man and handsome in his own way. Her heart warmed at the thought as Sam turned the knob on the door.

The door flew open with a bang.

“Who are you? Where is she?” a woman screamed, staring at Sam, then looking wildly around the room. “There you are, bitch. You got him arrested!”

Remy’s heart chilled. She’d seen that face before, a while ago. Barbara! She had a gun in her hand!

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 The Spot Writers- our members:

 RC Bonitz

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Val Muller

https://valmuller.com/blog

Catherine A. MacKenzie

http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Deborah Dera

http://www.deborahdera.com

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/