Bloodsucker, an excerpt

Since I’m posting excerpts and all, here is one for Bloodsucker.  If you like it and want to read more, Bloodsucker is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited!

D_L_Spartan

 

In the morning Jane awoke to find herself alone in bed. A note next to her said,

Jane,

I had a lovely time with you last night. Please make yourself comfortable. I will be home around six tonight, and I would like to see you again. If you have other plans today, please call me. I don’t want to lose track of you. If you stay be warned, my mother may stop by to clean and bake. It’s what she does. I’m sure she’ll like you because she likes everyone I like.

Loren AKA Larry

“His mother,” she thought with a dark smile, “Oh, yes. I think I will stay.”

Not that she had much choice; she wasn’t a creature of the day. As she placed the note down, she realized how hungry and how naked she was. She looked around the room but couldn’t find her clothes. Then she heard noise from the kitchen. She found a pair of boxer shorts and an old college sweatshirt. As she dressed, she pondered how to explain herself to whoever was in the kitchen. Lord, she hoped it was his mother. Damn, she was starving.

“Good Morning, sleepy head,” an older woman said, as Jane entered the kitchen. “Loren warned me you might still be asleep. I fixed you some toast and eggs.”

“Good Morning” Jane replied sheepishly. Despite her age, Jane had never done the walk of shame or met the parents, let alone both in the same minute.

“Thank you for making breakfast,” Jane said as she began to compose herself. Sarah turned away from Jane, and now it was time to feed. Jane seized Sarah and knocked her to the ground. Jane bit into the back of Sarah’s arm, near her armpit. It was an area difficult to see, and the bite would heal before anyone was the wiser. Jane fed on Sarah’s limp body for several minutes, not spilling a single drop. Centuries of practice had made her extremely neat and clean when she fed. Jane also knew how much to feed. She had no intention of killing her; she just needed to feed right now. When she was finished, she straightened out her clothing and carried Sarah to the couch. Jane placed a warm compress on her head and fetched a glass of water. Sarah woke up was confused, Jane explained she had collapsed.

“Didn’t you have breakfast? You fell and hit your head! Are you hungry? Should I call Loren?” blurted Jane.

“No, don’t call Loren, he’ll just worry, and he has enough to worry about now. Please, maybe I should eat something.”

Jane handed her the plate of toast and eggs, as well as a glass of water. “Thank you, Jane. You are such a sweetheart.” Sarah cooed. “How did you meet my son, Dear?”

Jane stuttered, she didn’t know how to answer. “I met your dear son, soliciting for a trick” didn’t seem like the right response. Neither did “Your son was looking like a sexual predator in a city park, and I thought he might need a date.” 

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Oops. I apologize.

Last night I was working on a thing, Claire and Mr. Fluffytoes, and I got a bit excited and shared it before it was ready.

As I muddle through this social media-blogging-keeping myself relevant thing, I’m bound to make some blunders.  Yesterday’s post was one of those blunders.  I took that mistake down this morning before too many people could be horrified by the badness of it all.

I was just eager to get my next short/serial story out and shared it before it was ready.  And it was bad.  So if you read it and thought “Geez, this lady SUCKS at this.” You’re right.  I do suck at this at times.

I am excited to share the tale (or tail if you will) of Claire and Mr. Fluffytoes, a stocks analyst, and a housecat shifter, but that story needs a bit more time and as soon as it’s actually ready, I will share it.

Thank you for taking the time to follow me, read my stuff, like my posts, or leave comments.  It matters to me.  It also matters to me that I give you something entertaining to read in exchange and that I own up to it if I fail.

Writing your book blurb

If you have been writing successfully for a while, are backed by a big publisher, or have unlimited funds, you could hire a copywriter to write your blurb for you. But if you’re a shmo like me, you’re gonna have to figure it out on your own.

Writing a book blurb or Back Cover Copy.

Things to keep in mind:

1. This is the most important ad for your book.

2. Keywords, keywords, keywords!!

3. There is a formula. Learn it!

4. Practice and get input.

5. Use reviews and endorsements (if you have them!)

There are tons of websites to reference if you want to write a sparkling book blurb and hook your readers before they ever open your book! Here are a few.

http://www.betternovelproject.com/blog/back-cover-copy/

https://authorunlimited.com/back-cover-blurb/

https://www.thebookdesigner.com/2013/05/casey-demchak-back-cover-copy

OMG! I suck at this!!

I like to write stories.  But I also want people to READ my stories.  So I have to do this SocMed thing.  BUT OMG!! I SUCK AT IT!!

I forget all the tags, hashtags, keywords, categories, blah blah blah that makes it easy to for YOU the interested reader to find ME the eager writer.

Oh, and don’t get me started on all the MEMEs. I need to make memes or other adorable images.  (Have you ever tried to get your cat to pose for an adorable image? I usually end up with this!)It also doesn’t help that I have the attention span of a gerbil.  Literally.  I had a really clever thing I was going to write, just before the cat idea popped into my head.  Now that really clever idea is GONE!!  GONE!!  And you are stuck with the ramblings of a madwoman who doesn’t want to work on rewrites.

It’s overwhelming and I just want to crawl back in bed, but said cat won’t let me.  She’s like the anti-depression cat.  If I try to get in bed and it’s not bedtime, she sticks her feet in my mouth and eyes. Her feet taste like cat litter.  It’s not good.  NOT GOOD PEOPLE!  So I can’t go hide in bed, which is probably for the best because I’m not sure my meds are really handling the depression on their own.  I need Anti-Depression Cat to at least get my butt in front of the computer.  From there, it’s 48% easier to stay on task, as long as my phone needs to be charged and I’m charging it in the other room.

Until I decided what I should do is review my sales/traffic, then I want to bake cookies, but the kitchen is a mess and I need to clean it, and while I’m at it I should do the laundry, maybe vacuum the living room, or feed the spiders.  Oh, I haven’t mentioned the spiders (Sushi, Hella, Porter, Emily, and The Little Bitch? There are other’s but they don’t really have names yet), yes.  I have spiders.  Spiders are the most superior of all the arachnids, with vinegaroons coming in a solid 2nd. Spiders are probably my #1 invertebrate.

But back to my todo list.  Now I’m exhausted just thinking about it all, and I want to go to bed.  Have I mentioned Anti-Depression Cat?  So back to writing it is.  No more checking out my numbers, just writing and hanging out with my friends on FB.   Cookies will have to wait.