Excerpt Monday August

August 17, 2010 at 12:56 pm (Excerpt Monday, Writings) (, , , , , , , , )

I promise I’m not neglecting you 🙂 But sometimes life gets hectic, and juggling writing, mommyhood, the money factory and personal life time makes writing blogs not so much a neccessity. But this week is Excerpt Monday. I have a short snipit from my Historical The Rose and the Lion. Pop on over to the Official Website (linkage on the side) or check out other great author’s excerpts on the Official EM website……
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Once a month, a bunch of authors get together and post excerpts from published
books, contracted work or works in progress, and link to each other. You don’t
have to be published to participate–just a writer with an excerpt you’d like to
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Excerpt Monday is here

March 15, 2010 at 10:59 am (Excerpt Monday) (, , , , , , , , , , )

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Once a month, a bunch of authors get together and post excerpts from published books, contracted work or works in progress, and link to each other. You don’t have to be published to participate–just a writer with an excerpt you’d like to share. For more info on how to participate, head over to the Excerpt Monday site! or click on the banner above.

Check out all the wonderful writers. I posted a little snipet from an adult paranormal I’ve been working on called FLIRTING WITH HEAVEN.

Don’t forget to come back on the first Monday of April for New Release Monday. See what’s coming out and enter to win a free basket of New Releases.

So, to kick it off, your hosts:

Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG13)
and
Alexia Reed, Urban Fantasy (R)

Joining us this week:

Leslie Dicken, Historical (PG 13)
Victoria Dixon, Fantasy (PG 13)
Jeannie Lin, Contemporary romantic elements (PG 13)
Shawntelle Madison, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Debbie Mumford, SFF (PG 13)

KB Alan, Erotic Paranormal Romance (R)
Stephanie Draven, Fantasy with romantic elements (R)
Cate Hart, Paranormal YA (R)
Jeanne St. James, Interracial Menage (R)
Ali Katz, Historical (R)
Danielle Yockman, Steampunk (R)

Sara Brookes, Contemporary Romance (NC 17)
Christa Paige, ContemporaryRomance (NC 17)
Mary Quast, Contemporary Romance (NC 17)


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Excerpt Monday is tomorrow

January 17, 2010 at 11:19 pm (Excerpt Monday) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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That’s right, check it out at www.excerptmonday.wordpress.com or check out my site at www.catehart.com

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It’s Excerpt Monday!

December 14, 2009 at 11:10 am (Excerpt Monday, Writings) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

What’s on my iPod – Dummy by Portishead

 

It’s once again Excerpt Monday over at my website. Check it out here – Excerpt Monday December. Or you can head over to Mel and Bria’s site by clicking the lovely box below!

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It’s Excerpt Monday!

November 9, 2009 at 12:55 pm (Excerpt Monday, Writings) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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Once a month, a bunch of authors get together and post excerpts from published books, contracted work or works in progress, and link to each other. You don’t have to be published to participate–just an writer with an excerpt you’d like to share. For more info on how to participate, head over to the Excerpt Monday site! or click on the banner above.

Check it out at the above web address or you can go straight to my post HERE.

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It’s Still Excerpt Monday

October 12, 2009 at 11:24 am (Excerpt Monday, Writings) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Even though I’ve moved my blog to www.catehart.com , you can still check out Excerpt Monday here…..

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Excerpt Monday 4

August 10, 2009 at 7:55 am (Excerpt Monday, Writings) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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~~REDD~~

Chapter 3

          “Are you in?”  Topher’s voice trembles with devious mirth.

        I sigh.  “So all I have to do is boost a car?”  Jillian and Topher both nod their heads enthusiastically.  I fold my arms across my chest.  “And what’s in it for me?”

        “Steal the car, and I know you’re with us.  No questions asked, no records revealed.”

        I narrow my eyes.  “That’s not very enticing.  Everyone at Pemberly has a record.  So who’s going to care what’s in mine?”

        “This, they might find interesting.”  He produces a photocopy of all too familiar medical records.  “Did I happen to mention that Clearwater Medical facility is even easier to gain access to?  Those head shrinks even put all their notes into MS Word and save it on their computers.”

        My jaw drops, and I try to snatch the page out of his hand.  “Give me that now!”  I screech.

        Jillian snatches the paper and hands it to me.  “I told you Blackmail.”

        “And what exactly does he hold over your head?”  I snap, ripping the paper into four squares.

        I waltz to the trash can and whip out a lighter, burning the offensive paper with it.  I give Topher the finger as the burning shreds float into the metal wastebasket.

        “Don’t worry, I have copies.”  He shrugs as he flips my desk chair around to sit in it backwards.  He folds his arms over the back and smirks.  “Jills here has a disorder.  She likes to steal.”

        I furrow my eye brows at Topher.  “That’s hardly anything to blackmail someone over.”

        “Should I tell her the rest Jills, or do you want to do the honors?”

        Jillian stares at the poster above my bed, a vampire and his lover.  I bet she’s willing the brooding, gorgeous vampire to leap from the poster and suck the blood right out of Topher, I know I am.

        When she doesn’t answer, Topher kicks her in the toe.  “Well, seems Jills here likes stealing a lot.  Her and her Madison Avenue buddies decided to ditch school one day and rob a bank with guns.”

        My mouth drops.  Jillian whirls on Topher and tackles him.  I have to pull them apart.

        “Hey, it’s lights out.  You’re going to have some one up here.  And Topher you’re not even suppose to be in the girls’ dormitory.”

        I’m furious with Topher for making Jillian feel so terrible.  I stand up and yank him by his scrawny collar.

        “Let’s go.”

        “You’re going to do it?”

        I shrug.  “Why not?  No one ever gets expelled from Pemberly.”

 

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         Jillian and I crouch low in the student parking lot.  Topher, we hope, makes his way to Grave’s office to figure out the ISP address so he can hack into the computer from the safety of his own room.  A simple in and out.  The problem is, as they tell me, the watchdogs.  No matter what anyone does, somehow they are there, especially if it concerns the headmaster’s office.  This is what leads Topher to believe there is vital info on the Pets in that computer. 

         We have the hard job to steal a car and cause a distraction long enough for Topher to slip in unobserved.  His theory- I’m new so Graves will go easy on me the first time. 

         I can’t believe I’m seriously considering this foolish prank.  I guess my early morning pep talk just jumped out the window.

         “Which one?”  I ask, scanning the lot filled with Mercedes, Hummers, and BMWs.

         Jillian cranes her neck and then grabs my wrist.  “That one.”

        I raise an eyebrow, taking in the steel grey Thunderbird.  Nice choice, and one I’ve never attempted.  Cool, I can add it to my running list of cars I’ve done.

        “Whose is it?”

        She glances over her shoulder before she shrugs.  “No idea.”

        I twist my lips to the corner of my mouth with a wry smile.  “Let’s do this.”

        We crawl between cars, heading for the lone Thunderbird at the far end of the parking lot.  Luckily, the car is not under a street lamp.  I pull my tools out of the pocket of my hoodie; something I managed to slide in to my bags just in case.  I have the driver’s side door jimmied in seven seconds flat.  There’s no car alarm, which I find, well, alarming.  It must belong to a student then.  I pop the latch so that Jillian can climb into the passenger side.  Sliding upside down under the dashboard, I pull down the wires I need to hot wire the ignition.

        The engine purrs like a cat in heat, beautiful.  I sit back up, fondling the steering wheel.

        I look over at Jillian, who’s face turns pale white.  “So where are we off to?”

        “Wherever, town.  I don’t care.”  She swallows hard.

        I shrug and shift the Thunderbird into reverse.  I slowly pull down the parking lot row. 

        “I think you should attract attention. Peel out or something.”

        “I don’t want to get caught.”

         Jillian glances at me.  “Neither do I. But for this little stint to buy Topher the window he needs, we’re gonna have to attract attention.”

        “From who?  Whose car did I just hotwire?”  She gulps, and I see it.

        “Jillian!”

        “Okay.  His name is Shane, and he’s one of them.”

        “One of them?  Christ, you mean one of those guard dogs or whatever.  Shit Jillian, not only are we going to be sitting in the headmaster’s office all day tomorrow, but now we are about to piss off some big bully guy.  That’s great.  See damnit, I trust and I fail!”

        “Just fucking go!”  She wiggles her foot over the console and slams it on the gas.

        The car doesn’t race forward because I have my foot on the breaks.  But the engine revs loud enough to echo across the serene and deathly quiet campus.    I try to push her foot off mine, only to succeed in swerving and barely missing a red Hummer in the last spot.   Free of the parking lot obstacles, we squeal out on to the main drive leading to the road. 

        “Jillian, get your damn foot off mine.”

        She laughs nervously as she curls into a ball on the far side of the car.  I don’t like the puke green pallor to her face.  I have a very bad feeling about this.  All I know is, Topher better get that ISP address and make it all worth the while.

        I hear the sound of wolves howling over the screech of the throttle.  Jillian slides even further down in her seat.  But the sound reverberates down my spine, curling around the core beneath my stomach.

        “What the hell was that?”  I turn to stare at Jillian.

        “Heaven, look out!”  She wails and thrust her arm out to brace against the dash.

~~~

 

And here’s a list of everyone participating!  Wow, we just keep growing. Please be aware of the ratings.  Some content is STEAMY!

So, to kick it off, your hosts:

Mel/Alexia Reed, Urban Fantasy (R)
and
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)

Joining us this week:

AJ O’Donovan, Poetry (PG13)
Stephanie Draven, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Heather S.Ingemar, Dark Fantasy/Poetry (PG13)
Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)
Cynthia Justlin, Romantic Suspense (PG 13)
Kaige, Historical Romance (PG 13)
Julia Knight, Fantasy Romance (PG13)
Ansha Kotyk, Middle Grade Adventure (PG13)
Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG 13)
RF Long, YA Paranormal (PG13)
Caitlynn Lowe, Epic Fantasy (PG13)
Shawntelle Madison, Paranormal Romance (PG  13)
Crista McHugh, Contemporary Erotic Romance (PG 13)
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)
Leigh Royals, Historical Romance (PG 13)
Megan S., Paranormal (PG13)
Dara Sorensen, Historical Paranormal (PG 13)
Bethanne Strasser, Historical Romance (PG13)

Melissa Aires, Futuristic Romance (R)
Jax Cassidy, Contemporary (R)
Christina DeLorenzo, Furturistic Sci-Fi (R)
Maya Doyle, Parnormal Romance (R)
Ginny Glass, Paranormal (R)
Amber Green, Romantic Suspense (R)
Cate Hart, Paranormal YA (R)
Kinsey W. Holley, Erotic Romance (R)
Ali Katz, Erotic Paranormal Romance (R)
Aislinn Kerry, Fantasy (R)
Inez Kelly, Fantasy Romance (R)
Cherrie Lynn, Contemporary Erotic Romance (R)
Mel/Alexia Reed, Urban Fantasy (R)
Rebecca Savage, Romantic Suspense (R)
Fae Sutherland, Contemporary Erotic Romance (R)

Stephanie Adkins, Paranormal Erotic Romance (NC 17)
Evie Byrne, Erotic Historical Romance (NC17)
Ella Drake, Erotic Contemporary (NC17)
Dawn Montgomery, Erotic Paranormal Romance (NC17)
Lauren Murphy, Erotic Romance (NC 17)
Kim Knox, Erotic Paranormal Romance (NC17)
Kirsten Saell, Erotic Fantasy Romance (NC 17)
Jeanne St. James, Contemporary Romance (NC 17)

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It’s August and you know what that means…..

August 6, 2009 at 10:48 pm (Excerpt Monday, Writings) (, , , , , , )

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That’s right, it’s time again for Excerpt Monday.  The lovely, inspiring idea of Mel and Bria’s!  So check back on Monday August 10th to see what I’ve got and check out Excerpt Monday’s official site here to catch up on past authors’ posts.

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Excerpt Monday v.3

July 13, 2009 at 7:35 am (Excerpt Monday, Writings) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Oh yes, it’s that time again.  My favorite – Excerpt Monday. 

Time to share a little snipit.  I decided this month to post something different. Oh, don’t go yet.  I promise to bring a new chapter of Redd next month.  For July, I thought I might post the opening to an adult paranormal I’m working on, and that I hope to submit to Samhain for their new anthology.  This opening section is from Jagged, and it’s still a works in progress. So please bare with me. I hope you enjoy!

To check out the main Excerpt Monday page click HERE

 

 

~~Jagged~~

 

 

          Tomorrow could come and go, and I would not be fazed.  I’ve seen my share, what with living for millennia.  Sentenced here to purgatory, not the damned place of lost souls but the human plane, I wander.   I am the most loathsome of all ethemereal creatures. I am a Renegade with no loyalties to anyone save myself.  My path walks a solitary jagged line between good and evil, love and hate, Heaven and Hell.  My name is Ash, and I’m an angel.  I roam the streets of New York always on the watch.

 

 

          “Ash!  Ash, get the hell up!  It’s almost five in the afternoon.”  I heard Madame Rose, banging on my door.

         I rolled over and stared at the plaster chipped ceiling.  Madame Rose’s brothel once boasted the finest in décor- two decades before.  Now, the run-down, four-story brownstone in the Lower East Side, was just that- rundown.  But it provided me a cheap place to stay and offered me solidarity and inconspicuousness.  No one here dare ask questions when you came home with a broken bone or a knife wound the size of California in your side.  I needed it that way because I had a bad habit of picking nasty fights with demons, especially Mercurials.

          The incessant knocking came again. “Ash, now!”

          I groaned and rolled off the bed onto my feet.  I grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor and hopped into them.  I walked to the door and peaked out.  The best way to shut Rose up was to answer the door half-naked.  For some reason, even the whores found me overwhelmingly beautiful. I found their judgment lacking.  Beautiful was a word that could only be associated with perfection, utmost compassion and the capacity to love; all of these qualities I have never posessed.

          I flung the door half way open and stared down at the petite, bulge of a middle aged woman.

         “Yes, Rose?”  I crooned, using my most husky voice.

         “Hmm, Ash you’ve been in that room for three days now.  It’s scaring the girls, and I can’t have them scared. They don’t work.”

         “Oh, that’s all?”  I started to close the door.  She placed a hand on the edge then thrust a manila envelope at me.

         “No.  This came priority mail yesterday.”  She blinked as her chubby fingers brushed across my smooth chest.

         She couldn’t feel anything but warm air. Yet I knew she savored the touch just the same.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  I attempted to shut the door, but she threw out her foot and prevented it from closing.  I turned my back on her, and she followed me into the bedroom.  Despite her less than respectable profession, she considered herself a mother hen.  She clucked about the room, picking up my discarded clothes and piling them in one arm.  She tossed them out into the hallway and called for Giselle to pick up the laundry.  I sat down at the one chair and table that fit into the tiny efficiency room.  I threw my feet up, knocking off a couple of half-eaten boxes of Thai take-out.  A hiss escaped her lips as she bent over to pick them up.  I tore open the letter and shook out the contents.  I shuffled through them like flashcards while Rose continued to scuffle about my room, cleaning up.  Finally, I seized her hand.  She had interrupted me long enough.

         “Leave it.  I’m outta here within the hour. You can clean then.”

         She stared, unblinking.  I raised my eyebrows and she nodded.  Watching her go, the corners of my mouth dropped with sadness.  How long had I known the woman? Ages I supposed?  I remembered the soft cheeks of youth and the supple curves of blossoming womanhood.  I had met her decades ago, living in the mean streets of Hell’s Kitchen.  She wasn’t much better off now.  Then she had been a feisty spirit of youth, passionate beauty and wild abandon.  Now all that was left of her was a broken spirit and a feisty stubbornness.  She insisted on caring for me and still harbored some disillusioned flame of hope toward unrequited love.  I had never loved her, only felt sorry.  I didn’t interfere with humans; I just tried to co-exist.  She chose her life style, and I had my own to contend with.  She was just one of a handful of humans who knew my true nature.  I didn’t like leaving myself exposed as such, but sometimes it was a necessity for them to know. 

         The bedroom door shut with a resounding slam. She’d return with more determination and probably a mop.

         Scattering the photos across the table, I picked up the letter with the assignment. I leaned down and pulled my laptop out from under the bed.  I booted it up and logged into my email.  Technology continued to impress me. How much easier my life and job would have been centuries ago if communicating globally had been so efficient and fast. 

         I checked and found I had three new messages.  I clicked open the first message, a communiqué from Angelique that I immediately deleted. I refused to talk to her at the moment, especially after her botch on the last job that almost got my head chopped off.  The second was from Caleb, and I didn’t even bother to open it.  The stupid, little romantic fool had been babbling incessantly about finding a way out.  I didn’t know how to do it.  Those possibilities were legends; myths of our own making.  I opened the the third one, and my heart rate increased. I licked my lips when I noticed, as usual, the absence of a return address, no name on the sender line and just an attached doc.  This one contained my instructions, and the price for my involvement.  Despite having very few needs, I still required a large cash flow.  The kind of weapons I needed were not easily come by, even on the black market.

         I grabbed the first picture from the packet and found a pair of most alluring brown eyes staring back at me.  Two delicate, slanted brush strokes amidst the most beautiful face of a young woman.  She could not be more than twenty-six or twenty-seven.  An unmistakable large red X marked the back of the photo.  She was the target, and my heart sank a little.  I shrugged and tossed the photo to the side. What a waste.  She must have some connection to the ethereal plane for my targets were rarely simple humans.  In the second photo, the same young woman waited outside some office in downtown Manhattan.  I thought I recognized the statue in the plaza, but I would have to research it.  She froze in mid-sentence with a man twice as old as her. What the normal photo lens could not pick up my eyes could, making out the faintest trace of Mercurial traits.  The man’s eyes were slightly tinged red, and the skull slightly elongated just above the ears.  She dealt with a very dangerous demon whether she knew it or not.  I wondered why the demon was not the mark. But then I wasn’t paid to ask those questions. I studied the Mercurial more closely. He dressed in an expensive Armani suit, and there was something about the way he stood in the plaza like he owned the place.  Mercurials tended to gravitate toward assimilation just as many Renegades had done.  But they enjoyed the darker side of humanity, the power struggles, the grift, the mob, and the drug lords. This was where most Mercurials and their minions resided. And this Mercurial displayed an air of extreme power not just in the human world, but mine as well.

         I clicked on Google and started a search for abstract art work in New York City, narrowing it down to commercial plazas.  A thousand hits popped back, and I started my slow search to match the statue from the photo.  After about fifty sites, I finally found what I was looking for.  The Plaza comprised part of the Draco Tower complex, and the building, plaza and statue belonged to Alexandre Sephrael Draco, the older man in the photo. The young woman was his only daughter, Alexis Raphael Draco.  I shut down the internet explorer and snapped close the lid on the laptop.  I heard Rose on the steps about to make a second attempt at disturbing me.  I shrugged a black t-shirt over my head.  My leather duster lay draped over the bedpost, and I grabbed it. Slinging it over my shoulder, I decided to go to Angelique’s. We needed to have a little chit-chat because this job was going take some careful planning, and unfortunately, I required her abilities.

         I brushed past Rose without a second glance as I tucked  the envelope in the interior pocket of my duster.  I hauled myself over the banister and dropped two floors to land on my feet in the main foyer.  Rose hated it when I did that; I found it fun.  I went out the back door to the gravel pit of a parking lot.  Here an old garage sat dilapidated, but on the inside it held my renovated workshop.  I kept my Triumph primed in here as well. The only toy I had allowed along with my Astin Martin.  I straddled the Triumph and kicked the engine to roaring life.  Peeling out, the garage door banged closed in my wake.  A second later, the damp streets of the Lower East side rolled under the motorcycle as I headed uptown. 

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      Here’s the rundown on everyone participating. Enjoy some other great excerpts and Happy Excerpt Monday!       

Mel Berthier, Urban Fantasy (PG 13)
and
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)

Joining us this week:

Kinsey W. Holley, Paranormal (PG)
Caitlynn Lowe, Epic Fantasy (PG)
Dara Sorensen, Paranormal (PG)

Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG13)
Christina DeLorenzo, YA (PG 13)
Nika Dixon, Romantic Suspense (PG 13)
Bryn Donovan, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Kaige, Historic Romance (PG-13)
Julia Knight, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)
Adelle Laudan, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG13)
RF Long, Paranormal (PG13)
Rebecca Savage, romantic suspense (PG 13)
Crista McHugh, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Michelle Arroyo, Historical Romance (PG 13)

Jax Cassidy, Contemporary Romance (R)
Maya Doyle, Paranormal Romance (R)
Cate Hart, Paranormal (R)
Ali Katz, Historical Erotic Romance (R)
Inez Kelley, Romantic Comedy (R)
Aislinn Kerry, Paranormal Romance (R)
Elise Logan, Fantasy Romance (R)
Cherrie Lynn, Paranormal Romance (R)
Alina Morgan, Urban Fantasy (R)
Vivienne Westlake, Erotic Historical (R)

Stephanie Adkins, Erotic Romance (NC 17)
Evie Byrne, Medieval Paranormal Romance (NC 17)
Kim Knox, Erotic SF Romance (NC17)
Lauren Murphy, Erotic Romance (NC 17)
Kirsten Saell, Erotic Romance (NC 17)

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Excerpt Monday Round 2

June 15, 2009 at 7:15 am (Excerpt Monday, Writings) (, , , , , , , , , , )

quill and inkwell 

Excerpt Monday is the fabulous brain child of Mel and Bria.  To catch all the action, zip over to their site and check out other authors’ posts.  You can get there by going HERE.  And stay tuned…at the end of this excerpt is a list of everyone participating.
Just a little warning – while the characters are in high school, they do use foul language.  So, Ye Be Warned! 

~Redd~

Chapter 2

 

            “Heaven Nelson?”

            My eyes flicker forward as I raise my arm.  My iPod slips undetected from  my hand into my backpack.  I flip open my textbook, refusing to acknowledge the snickers that accompany my name.  I’ve come to expect it.  Heaven is a torturous joke because in reality I’m so far from it.

           Mr. Roberts teaches first period Ecology.  As the only senior in the class, I sit in the back row.  The freshmen are curious.   I’m annoyed because I’m not allowed to take chemistry, like the rest of my senior classmates. 

           Last year’s little explosion in the chemistry lab had no less than three of Chattanooga’s full size fire engines screeching across Baylor’s campus.  My father donated a healthy portion of my trust fund to pay for the damages and keep me in school until the end of the spring semester.  All with the promise my parents would enroll me elsewhere my final year.  Baylor was fun.  Probably one of the few boarding schools I enjoyed.  I found it easy to latch onto a bunch of earthy, hippie type kids with too much money…little parental supervision, and extremely creative ideas…  Meth lab on campus my ass.  Someone had the bright idea to experiment with the color spectrum of various chemicals – to see what burned what color.  The freaky Campbell kid tweaked and started mixing liquids of every sort, even the dangerous ones.  Poor guy lost his eyebrows, and he was lucky.

           So, I’m stuck in Ecology with a bunch of freshmen.  They take turns whipping their heads around to stare at me.  Thank God, it’s a small class.

           Roberts continues to call roll, and I doodle on my notebook.  I glance at the clock, counting the minutes till this class is over.  Not that my day gets any better.  European History is followed by Advanced French.  Lunch period for the entire school is from noon to one, after that I have my elective – Acting class – then study hall, and last is Senior English. 

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            Ah… the dreaded cafeteria of a boarding institution; a cesspool of cliques, loners, faculty and misfits swirl into one grey glob as they scrutinize  each other as they pass.  I figure if I keep my head low that will be a deterrent.  I can’t be much of a curiosity to them.  After all, this is a delinquent depository and new students pop up all the time.  I take my tray of mystery casserole that slowly seeps into my corn tinged Jell-o and search for closest empty spot I can find.   Thank God that my milk’s in a sealed carton.

            Deep, rich mahogany tables fill the matching dark paneled dining hall.  The sunlight is the brightest thing that penetrates the room.  It pours in through long casement windows that arch to a point near the ceiling.   I feel like I’m in church.    

            To my dismay, my first goal to avoid contact upends – like a tray of food during a school fight – a minute after my uniformed butt hits the wooden seat. 

            “Nice shoes.”  A brunette slides her tray across from mine, and scoots her chair closer.  I look up to find her studying me with curious brown eyes.

            “Thanks.” 

            “Jillian Carothers.  What are you in for?”

            I stifle a groan.  I prefer to keep my past to myself.

            “This and that.”

            “Right.”  She opens her milk carton, and shoves a straw in it.  “So, what’s your name?”

            Picking up my fork, I focus on pushing around the questionable yellow-green glob.  I avoid her gaze, hating to watch people react to my name.

            “Heaven Nelson.”

            I hear her choke on her milk, a cross between a snort and a cough.  Good, I hope the milk went up her nose.

            “Heaven?  What kind of name is that?  I mean, it’s pretty and unique.” 

~~~

Check out these other authors’ excerpts. Check the ratings some are rated extra steamy, and have mature content.  Happy reading!!!

Mel Berthier, Urban Fantasy (PG 13)
and
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)

Joining us this week:

Christina DeLorenzo, YA (PG 13)
Bryn Donovan, Paranormal  (PG)
MG Braden, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)
Cynthia Justlin, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Kaige, Historical Romance (PG  13)
Adelle Laundan, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG 13)
RF Long, Paranormal (PG 13)
Crista McHugh, Paranormal  (PG 13)
Dara Sorensen, Paranormal (PG)

Evie Byrne, Historical Romance (R)
Grace Draven, Fantasy Romance (R)
Aithne Jarretta, Paranormal (R)
Inez Kelley, Contemporary Romantic Comedy (R)
Aislinn Kerry, Paranormal (R)
Kim Knox, Erotic-  Sci-fi Suspense (R)
Cherrie Lynn, Erotic-  Contemporary Romance (R)
Alina Morgan, Urban Fantasy (R)

Stephanie Adkins, Erotic-  Supsense (NC 17)
Ella Drake, Sci-Fi Romance (NC 17)
Annie Nicholas, Sci-Fi Romance (NC 17)
Kirsten Saell, Erotic – Fantasy (NC 17)

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