Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Something to Nibble on...

RELEASE DAY was yesterday!! Woo-hooo, Shivers is on Amazon for Kindle HERE! I am tired and ready for the end of the work week, but I will post some tips about release days this weekend, natch?! 

In the meantime some flash fiction for ya!






He wasn't very good at this. Hunting. The whole stalk and seduce nightmare. There were things he didn't excel at, surprising as it may seem to some, Mortimer knew this and usually he didn't care. There were things in life where lacking skill was nothing shameful. Playing the xylophone, for instance. He couldn't play a note....and there was noth...well.... of course he could play a note. On a xylophone, who couldn't? Really that was a rather bad example....

Was it schizophrenic to roll your eyes at yourself? Or merely delusional?

Mort groaned and pushed up from the table, rubbing one shaking hand through his tangled black curls. He needed a walk to clear his head, that was the ticket, he told himself brightly, even though he knew very well that was not what he needed. And that was both delusional AND irrational, but Mort was no longer listening to himself. He was good at that.

The beach was lovely, and who expects a vampire on a beach? Even at dusk, with only the lightest blush on the waves remaining from the sunset, the warm breeze scented with salt and sand and occasional whiff of coconut suntan oil and Venus starting to wink softly in the night sky. It was camoflage and every hunter needs camoflage, even a mythical one. And vampires were a myth, yes? A year ago, just one year ago, the answer would have been, but of course, yes! There is no such thing. Mort's mouth twisted.

And now he was such a thing. Ironic, wasn't it?

In the end, though, hunting is not needed. She is stumbling back to her hotel, silver heels dangling from long pink nails, her bare toes curling into the sand as she looks up at him, as he brushes her sun-kissed hair out of her wide blue eyes. She's not quite drunk enough. Fear and resignation enter her gaze at nearly the same instant.

'I promise I won't bite." Mort hears himself saying and winces.

He's never been very good at lying, either~ but her scream is short and the night is long.

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