Many thanks for all your kind words on taking a break! I’ll be getting to e-mails tonight and will write you all! The writing is going really well and I’m excited at how the story is shaping up. I just had a breakthrough this morning about how to reinforce the conflict and am pushing onward!
As promised, I’ve got a guest blog from a fellow author, Amanda Arista! You may remember Amanda from when she visited to tell us about the first book in her “Diaries of an Urban Panther” series. Well Amanda is back with more for us today. So here’s a little teaser and excerpt for you this Wicked Wednesday morning.
Violet Jordan Rule #2 of being a superhero: Find reliable sidekicks
Once I took down Haverty, the Primo of the city, I thought life was going to get better. After four assassination attempts, I’m thinking not so much. Haverty’s pack needs a new leader and I’ve just about run out of reasons why I’m not right for the job. Besides, having loyal followers would definitely help me fight off whoever’s out for my blood. Especially since my boyfriend is always busy playing White Hat to every Wanderer except me.
So now I just need to figure out how to mentor new shifters, run a pack, keep my “real” job, and have some sort of personal life. I guess it’s all in a day’s work for this writer-by-day / panther-by-night.
Chaz put the glass into the sink and reached out to pull me to him. “Tonight, I get you. Sacred Destinies be damned.”
“Oh, please don’t say that.”
Now that the words were out in the air, I was looking into every shadow and jumping at every random noise, just sure that is was another attack. I winced through stop lights on the way to the restaurant and jumped at a slammed car door in the parking lot.
“We’ve been out before,” he said as he opened the car door. “Even if something does happen, then we will take care of it together.”
I sighed. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”
He wrapped my arm around his as we walked into the restaurant. It was just a family style place, nothing special. I had suggested something populated. Using a crowd as a shield had become part of the life recently, which meant that usually we had screaming children running around us at romantic dinners.
We were seating and as usual, I got the seat with the kid on the other side kicking my booth.
“Its not exactly Nine steakhouse, I know, but…”
It finally clicked: the date offer and his newly washed jeans. “Is this an anniversary dinner?”
The corner of his mouth turned upwards. “Maybe. Try again.”
I looked around at the red glittery décor and my face hit my palm. “Valentine’s day? Chaz, I would have suggested something a little more …”
He laughed. “It’s okay. Almost past me by as well. I’m just glad that we’re together.”
I sighed and looked through my fingers. “I suppose that we do have that to celebrate.”
The kid kicked the seat again.
As soon as the waitress took our drink orders, both our cell phones rang.
We both sighed and reach for our respective phones.
“Hello,” I answered to the unknown number. Might as well, right? Not like any one can kill me through a phone, but that was a pretty good movie idea.
“Miss Jordan, its Tucker Briggs.”
I turned away from Chaz when I recognized the voice. “Tucker? What can I do for you?”
The kid behind me kicked the seat again and I frowned.
“I wanted to see if we were meeting on Sunday like you said.”
“That was the plan. Did Shadow find you?”
“Are you guys okay?”
“Fine. He also told us of your kindness.”
I snorted. “I gave him leftovers.”
“You don’t understand Miss Jordan…”
I couldn’t let him finish. “Tucker Briggs. Take care of yourself for the next two days and you can explain it to me then.”
The kid kicked my booth for the fourth time, and then a tuff of yellow hair stuck out around the edge of the booth.
“Good bye, Tucker.”
I snapped the phone closed and stuck my head around the edge of the booth to be nose to nose with the little tyke with a foot like Landon Donovan. Just for an instant, I let the panther slip through into my eyes and let out a little growl.
The little boy slipped back into his booth and began to cry. Satisfied, I went back to looking at my boyfriend.
Chaz stared back at me with an arched eyebrow.
“What?” I asked innocently.
He leaned across the table and dropped his voice. “I don’t think that the Powers gave you this gift to scare children.”
The family behind me got up and took their screaming child with them, leaving Chaz and I alone in this small section of the restaurant.
“I’d like to think that I have earned having a quiet dinner with my boyfriend.”
Amanda was born in Illinois, raised in Corpus Christi, lives in Dallas but her heart lies in London. Good thing she loves to travel.
During the summer after second grade, she read every book in the young adult section of the library, much to the surprise of the local librarian. So she started making up her own stories and hasn’t stopped.
She has a husband who fights crime, one dog who thinks he’s a real boy, and another who might be a fruit bat in disguise. She spends her weekends writing at coffee shops, practicing for the day that caffeine intake becomes an Olympic sport, and plotting character demises with fellow writers Wolvarez, Killer Cupcake and Keith (names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent).
Amanda is adopted and loves to share that story with others to promote adoption.
Amanda has a collection of turtle figurines that collects on her travels.
Amanda has a strange love of cheesy horror movies. She prefers demons and witchcraft to slasher films.
Amanda is a really good bowler and completely rocks at croquet.
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