Since I’ve slacked horribly in the marketing of my two novels, I thought it might be a good time to do a Kindle sale, just in time for the Holidays.
Excerpt from Behind the Mask (Chapter 14):
She was blow-drying her hair when Liam knocked. “Hold on a minute,” she called out. Dressed in ratty old black sweats, a plain white t-shirt, and her hair still somewhat wet, she (Remi) opened the door. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” she teased. “Can I borrow some wrapping paper?” he sheepishly asked, giving off the impression he doesn’t like asking for favors. “Sure, come on in.”
He stepped inside, immediately noticing the overnight bag sitting on the kitchen chair. “Any particular kind?” she asked, pointing to the rolls scattered about the living room floor. He shook his head, “No, I’m not picky.”
That statement made her laugh to which he gave her a quizzical look, “What?”
“You aren’t picky. Seriously?”
“What makes you think I’m picky?”
She shrugged while trying to suppress the giggles. “Have you seen your apartment?”
“Just because I don’t like clutter or being messy doesn’t mean I’m picky,” he remarked defensively. And just when she thought she just offended him, he grinned, confirming she was right. “So what are your plans for this weekend?” she asked. He kneeled down, picked up the scissors and began cutting out a small square of paper. “Not much,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Hope you don’t mind me asking but are you going to be alone?”
“I’m going to visit my Grandmother.”
“No other family?”
“Oh no, there’s family. I just choose not to interact with any of them.”
“Sorry,” she said sympathetically.
“No need to be sorry. My family is f*** up,” he stated. “The only one I can tolerate is my Grandmom.” Not wanting the conversation to go any further, he quickly thanked her then headed to the door. Before exiting, he couldn’t resist asking, “What are you doing for Christmas?”
“I’m spending tonight at my parents’ house, then hanging out there tomorrow.”
“That sounds nice,” he said. “Well, I hope you have a Merry Christmas,” she said, giving him a warm, genuine smile.
She closed the door, feeling bad for him. Not that he was begging for pity. He just reminded her of a lost puppy. There was something definitely missing in his life. But without knowing too much about him, she had no idea what that could be.
It was getting close to two o’clock, so she did a quick run through the apartment, double-checking that she had everything. Just as she picked up her cell, an alert for a new email popped up. To her utter amazement, it was a message from Olivia. Thinking she would get a standard reply, she was pleasantly surprised when Olivia agreed to meet on Tuesday. That gave Remi newfound optimism that she would soon get all the answers she was searching for. – Behind the Mask