Vicious Circle
CHAPTER ONEHalf past six A.M. A ruggedly handsome man...Arthur, yes, Arthur...held me in his strong arms, gazing into my eyes with sensitivity and understanding and desire, and he was about to kiss me, and --
The sound of the garage door opening ruined my perfectly romantic dream. Blissful slumber broken, I shot out of bed ready to defend my home.
With a baseball bat in my white- knuckled grip, I eased an erratic path -- to avoid the squeaky spots -- down the stairs. I crept toward the kitchen; the eastern windows were still dark. Ahead, a door on the right connected the house to the garage. I could hear someone starting up the steps out there.
Holding my breath, I hefted the bat.
The door opened.
"Damn wærewolves dumping Krispy Kreme boxes on the lawn."
"Nana." I sighed, relaxing and lowering the bat. I slipped it behind the door.
She didn't even glance my way as she stepped in with the newspaper and a ragged- looking pastry box. Grass blades clung to her pink fuzzy slippers. The paperboy must have missed the driveway again.
She'd just moved in yesterday, so I wasn't used to her being here yet. Clearly, an eight ... read full excerpt from: Vicious Circle ebook
