I'm on vacation for a few more days. The week has not gone as anticipated. I'd planned on finishing out a book rough first draft. No such luck! No tears over it. It's been pleasant to reconnect with myself and getting things done around the house. The nicest part is spending time with my partner and doing things we might not otherwise do.
Started interviews with my heroine and hero from Shape Shifter Blues. Good stuff coming out from this. I'm posting an excerpt from the first chapter here for you. Remember this is a work in progress. Meanwhile, I'm finishing off another contemporary story to polish up for submission soon. Enjoy the excerpt! Have a great weekend!
Pete moved around the limo to the back driver’s side door, opening it as he yelled. “Thompson, get your sorry ass out of my chips and stop fussing.”
“Who the hell said these were your chips?” A large warm chocolate brown hand thrust an industrial sized bag of potato chips out the door. “Is your name on ‘em?”
A long arm followed by wide muscle bound shoulders and a head full of dread lock hair appeared. Thompson Waller, renowned keyboard player and percussionist, exited the limo. He stood almost six foot eight and spoke with a voice that sent chills down most folks back. His eighteen-carat golden jaguar pin stood out on his brown fedora hat. God help anyone who even thought about stealing or touching it. His feline grace fell more than one person crazy enough to try it. He blinked at the bright spotlight illuminating the alley entrance and stage door area. His eyes flashed gold, then green before dimming.
Jared chuckled at Thompson and Pete’s continued banter.
“Look shrimp,” Thompson began, tossing the bag of chips at Pete. “Your damn munchies are a pain.”
“Just trying to keep up.” Pete caught the bag and grinned. “A growing boy needs his fuel.”
“Growing what?” Thompson’s laughter echoed off the alley walls. “I keep telling you ocelot, you is grown.”
“But you inspire me.” Pete handed the bag to their limo driver, Billy. Thompson shook his head and waved to Jared.
“Guys, can you keep the roar down?” Jared laid his guitar case on the limo’s trunk.
Mac’s low-grade purr sounded beside him. Jared turned. “You scoping out the gals already?”
“Cougars prowl and scan their surroundings.” Mac winked and moved up beside the open door. “Just keeping up with my basic nature.”
“Ha! Baser is more like it.” A squeaky pitched voice piped up.
Jared reached out and grabbed the driver’s shoulder, spinning him around. Jared enveloped him in a huge hug.
“Billy, you’re back!”
“Let me breathe!” Billy yelped. “Yeah, I’m back. But not if you crack my ribs again.”
Thompson’s subdued laughter and quick smile caught Jared off-guard. “What’s so funny?”
“You with hyena boy wrapped up there.” Thompson laughed harder and pointed two fingers at them.