Giveaways and WIPpet Wednesday
Happy WIPpet Wednesday! First, some business to attend to. If you haven’t seen my giveaway, <cue trumpets and much fanfare> I’m offering a signed copy of both First of Her Kind and the anthology Witch Hunt: Of the Blood which includes my novella Blood Tells All. The anthology hit the Best Seller list on Amazon the first couple weeks it was out. Guess that makes me a best-selling author, huh? All you have to do to get a chance to win is be in the US (sorry, shipping costs) and go Here to sign up.
Now, speaking of giveaways and Best Selling Authors, my friend, fellow writer, member of the Grand Illustrious IMPire, top notch Shredder Beta reader, (did I mention Best Selling Author?) Sage of the South Josh Langston, is hosting a Goodreads Giveaway for his book Resurrection Blues (see my review here). He has also recently started up his own blog, Sage of the South so go visit and show him some love.
Now, on to today’s WIPpet. It is the 27th . . . so, I give you 27 lines of the new WIP, that elusive UF/PNR thing. A bit of a closer look at Ethan. And, if you missed it on my Facebook Page, below that is Ethan’s theme song. Well, one of them anyhow.
The hair line cracks in the plaster traced a delicate pattern across the ceiling, reminiscent of some ancient map. Ethan took a drag off his cigarette and puffed out a smoke ring, watching as it wafted skyward and dissipated against the ragged plaster. He rolled his head on his arm to take in the wan, digital display on the bedside clock. Three forty five. Too early even for him. Or too late, depending on your perspective. His gaze drifted off the clock to the puddle of light by the door and the plain brown envelope still lying on the floor.
It could rot there for all he cared.
He took another drag off the cigarette, and felt the weight beside him shift. “Can I have one of those?”
Ethan fished one out of the pack lying on the sheet next to him, lit it off his and passed it over without looking. He didn’t remember her name, not that he cared. She probably hadn’t given him her real one anyhow.
“Mind grabbing that for me when you leave?” He gestured to the envelope. “Your money’s on the dresser.”
She took the hint and got out of bed, getting dressed without a word. Ethan took another drag off the cigarette as the envelope landed on his mid-section.
“See you around,” she said on her way out but Ethan barely heard.
His thoughts had drifted to a different woman. Some mousy haired, middle aged, non-descript creature. A decoy. She hadn’t seen the car when she stepped from the curb. The driver hadn’t seen her. Over in an instant. For her, anyhow. Dead on impact, and a trip straight to the county morgue.
“How did I get so far from where I was? When did I decide to lose my way? Who have I become?”