Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: Unringing the Bell by Judy Higgins

Unringing the Bell

by Judy Higgins

GENRE: Mystery

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In the small town of Goose Bend, Pennsylvania, people don't forget. Especially something as sensational as 12-year-old Jacob Gillis burning down the town. Nineteen years later, Jacob returns, hoping for redemption. Instead, he finds himself entangled in a murder investigation. The prosecutor, taking advantage of Jacob's involvement with the victim's beautiful sister-in-law, threatens Jacob with loss of career and reputation if he doesn't play by his rules. Only by outwitting the prosecutor can Jacob save his future.

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Q & A with Judy Higgins

What is something you’ve lied about?

My age.

Who is the last person you hugged?

My granddaughter who is two-and-a-half years old. She’s a great hugger. I had an incredible relationship with my maternal grandparents, and they hugged me a lot. So every time I hug my granddaughter, it’s a double blessing: I like hugging her, but I also remember my grandparents. My other grandchildren hug too, but now that they’re older, the hugs are more rare.

What are you reading now?

The Revolution of Marina M, by Janet Fitch. The book has been labeled the female Dr. Zhivago. The two books I’ve read in the past twenty months that I’ve enjoyed the most were A Gentleman from Moscow and All the Light We Cannot See. I refused to read All the Light for ages because I didn’t want to read about a blind girl, but a local bookshop owner convinced me that I wouldn’t be bothered by her blindness. 

How do you come up with the titles to your books?

I was conferring with a local attorney about legal issues in the plot of Unringing the Bell. He used the term “unringing the bell” and I jumped on it. Book two of Bucks County Mysteries is Bride of the Wind, which is the name of a painting by Kokoschka. Kokoschka and the painting play a role in the back story of the novel. If you want to read about a crazy artist, read his biography! Part of his craziness comes out in the novel. I can’t remember where I got the title The Lady. When Naomi returns to Bethlehem after living in Moab, she tells her friends and relatives to call her “Mara,” which means bitterness,  and thus the book title Call me Mara.

Share your dream cast for your book.

I’m still working on the dream cast for the two Bucks County Mysteries. I’m voting for Ryan Reynolds to play Jacob Gillis. For Detective Laskey, I’m thinking John Nettles from Midsomer Murders, but my daughter has cast her vote for Dermat Mulroney. I’m having a hard time figuring out who Dr. Zuela Hay, aka Aunt Zuela, should be. Helen Mirren or Shirley MacLaine, were they several years younger, would be excellent choices. Maybe I should elicit suggestions from my readers! One of my favorite characters in Bride of the Wind is MacNeish. I need a brash Scotsman to play that role.

Except for one character, I had the cast for The Lady figured out long ago. Here is is: Quincy should be the next Jennifer Lawrence; Aunt Addy, Julia Roberts; Nathan Waterstone, the infamous writer: Brad Pitt; Earlene: Queen Latifa. It took me a while to cast Aunt Mildred, but then I saw Holly Hunter in xxxxxxx and it clicked. She’d make a fabulous Aunt Mildred. Only Reverend Stewart remains uncast. 

I’m also starting to consider who should play the roles of Naomi and Ruth in Call me Mara. Again, maybe my readers will have suggestions, only they shouldn’t offer their ideas of who should play Naomi until after they read the book.

Excerpt:

When Jacob Gillis was twelve years old, he burned down the town of Goose Bend, Pennsylvania. The fire didn’t actually consume the entire town – only two blocks of the four-block business section went up in flames – but when the folks in Goose Bend spoke of the incident, they persisted in saying that Jacob Gillis, abetted by his friend Charlie Garrett, burned down the town.

Jacob watched Laskey walk back to the Sequoia, his limp barely detectable, and for the thousandth time he wondered why his friend kept what had happened to his foot a secret. But there were some places Laskey didn’t go – formidable Laskey with his gruff manner and hard-muscled body. He was a private person and sometimes a grizzly bear, but he had a goose-down heart which he tried like heck to hide. But Jacob knew.

Laskey grasped the arms of his chair and pushed his feet hard against the floor to contain himself. For a brief moment, the thought had rushed through his head that a jail term for assaulting a DA would be worth enduring for the pleasure of smashing Inglehook’s head against his desk.

Laskey squared his shoulders, turned around, and looked Jacob in the eyes. “Don’t get yourself in a mess, Jake. Extrication isn’t always possible.” He started for the door. 

“Give back the painting,” he called over his shoulder. “And Jake,” he paused and twisted around. “Don’t ever mistake pretty wrappings for the quality of the gift inside.”

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Judy Higgins was born in South Georgia where she grew up playing baseball, reading, and taking piano lessons. To pay for her lessons, she raised chickens and sold eggs to neighbors. She attended Mercer University for two years, and then Baylor University from which she graduated with a BA in German. She received her MA in German literature from The University of Michigan. After teaching German for several years, Judy decided to become a librarian and earned an MA in Library Science at Kutztown University in Pennsylvania.

Judy’s life took an exciting turn when she left her teaching job in Pennsylvania to be Head of Library at the Learning Center School of Qatar Foundation. She lived in Qatar for eight years, enjoying the experience of living in a different culture and traveling to exotic places during every vacation. Recently, she returned to the United States and lives in Lexington, KY. Judy has two children, Julia and Stephen, two children-in-law, Jim and Erin, and four grandchildren: Kyle, Jon, Karina, and Addy.

Judy’s first book, The Lady, was a finalist in the 2012 Amazon Break-out Novel Award. The first two novels of her Bucks County Mysteries, Unringing the Bell and Bride of the Wind are available March 1, 2018. The series is set in an imaginary small town in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. Call me Mara, the story of Ruth and Naomi, is scheduled for publication in March, 2019.

In addition to writing, Judy’s passions include travel, tennis, elephants, and playing the piano.

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Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: Ice on the Bay by Dale E. Lehman

Ice on the Bay

by Dale E. Lehman

GENRE: Mystery

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The forecast: Record cold. The crimes: Colder still.

A saintly young veterinary technician disappears on Christmas Eve, leaving behind only a broken window and smears of blood on his clinic's back steps. Two years later, his disappearance remains a mystery. A home in an exclusive area burns to the ground, mirroring fires ignited the previous year by an arsonist who now sits in prison. Is the new fire a copycat, or has the wrong man been convicted? A criminal with a long list of enemies is shot dead, and not even his friends are sorry. While temperatures plummet, cold cases collide with new crimes, and somewhere a killer with blood as icy as the waters of the Chesapeake Bay watches and waits.

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"Ma'am?" Dumas asked quietly.

"Denise," she said in a whiskey voice, not looking up. She took a long drag on her cancer stick. "Denise Newville. I suppose you already met Michio Tamai." She waved toward the living room. "Some people called him Mike."

"Your husband?" Dumas pulled out a chair and sat opposite her.  She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, with a tangle of sandy brown hair and eyes that had seen too much.

"Nah."

"You lived together, though."

"If you can call it living. He gave me food and a roof over my head. One guess what I gave him." She paused to take another even longer drag on her cigarette and slowly blow out the smoke. Dumas turned his head slightly and held his breath until the cloud passed. "This complicates things," Newville added, "but I'm not sad about it. Sleazeball deserved it."

Dumas gave her an inquiring look. 

With a nod she stood up, put her bare left foot on her chair, and pulled back her robe to expose most of her thigh. A livid purple bruise spread from her knee up her leg until it vanished beneath the fabric.  "I could show you more, but you'd arrest me for flashing a cop." She covered up and sat.

Dumas wondered how she could be so flippant about it. "When did he do that?"

"Last night. He'd been out drinking, somehow managed to find his way home, and wanted me to fix him a big meal. At one in the morning." She dragged a hand through her hair and gave Dumas a crooked smile. "I wasn't inclined. So, you know."

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Q & A with Dale E. Lehman

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

I think what I enjoy most about writing any book is watching the characters come alive.  I don't plan excessively. I usually have a general idea of what's going to happen, but the story really only develops as the characters act it out, and I usually don't know what they are going to do until they do it. That said, it's not so much the surprises that make it enjoyable. It's seeing all these people appear on paper, crawling out of my unconscious mind and taking on lives of their own.

Who are some of your favorite authors that you feel were influential in your work?

Ray Bradbury tops the list. I consider him to be the greatest 20th century American writer. I could wish that when I grow up as a writer, I might be as good in my way as he was in his. (But that's an awfully tall order!) Among mystery writers, Martha Grimes is at the top of my list. She's a great wordsmith, and I love how she mixes humor into deathly serious subjects. I'm also a big fan of Donald Westlake, who is best known for his John Dortmunder crime/humor novels but who has written some deep stories, too.

What do your plans for future projects include?

I'm currently searching for an agent for a completed science fiction/humor novel about an opera company trying to make it big on the fringes of the solar system. I've started my fourth Howard County Mystery ("Ice on the Bay" is the third), and I'm about a third of the way through a crime/humor novel about a husband and wife team of thieves. They're a fun couple. I'm having a blast writing them!

Do you ever get writer’s Block? Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?

Every writer does. Sometimes you reach a point where you just don't know what happens next, and your characters aren't talking to you. I think the best advice is: don't panic. Go do something else for a while. Most writing springs from the unconscious mind, and sometimes it needs time to do its work without your conscious thoughts meddling. I've found the same is true in my "day job." I'm a software developer. Sometimes I hit an intractable problem that I just can't figure out. Usually if I get up and get a cup of tea or something, by the time I come back to my desk and sit down, the answer presents itself as if by magic. That's how the human mind works. There are other tricks you can play on yourself if giving it a rest doesn't work. Sometimes I've "interviewed" a character, as strange as that sounds. I ask a few basic questions of the character and write down the answers I get. Often that gets things moving or suggests a new direction for the story.

Have you ever had one character you wanted to go one way with but after the book was done the character was totally different?

Yeah, with some regularity. I've learned not to plan my character's lives in too much detail, because as soon as I do, they'll run off in some totally contrary direction. Best just to let them go where they want in the first place. That's not the same as having no plan, however. I generally know where a story starts and what its key plot points will be. I can normally navigate characters through them in spite of their quirks.

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Dale E. Lehman is a veteran software developer, amateur astronomer, and bonsai artist in training. He is the author of the Howard County Mysteries series (The Fibonacci Murders, True Death, and Ice on the Bay ). His writing has also appeared in Sky & Telescope and a couple of software development journals. With his wife Kathleen he owns and operates One Voice Press and Serpent Cliff. They have five children, five grandchildren, and two feisty cats.

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Two Crazy Ladies Love Romance #BookReview: You Will Be Mine by Natasha Preston

You Will Be Mine

by Natasha Preston

Love turns deadly in a new, heart-pounding thriller from Natasha Preston, author of the runaway bestsellers The Cellar and The Cabin.

ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
WATCH YOUR BACK
I'M COMING FOR YOU

Lylah and her friends can't wait to spend a night out together. Partying is the perfect way to let loose from the stress of life and school, and Lylah hopes that hitting the dance floor with Chace, her best friend, will bring them closer together. She's been crushing on him since they met. If only he thought of her the same way...

The girls are touching up their makeup and the guys are sliding on their coats when the doorbell rings. No one is there. An envelope sits on the doormat. It's an anonymous note addressed to their friend Sonny. A secret admirer? Maybe. They all laugh it off.

Except Sonny never comes home. And a new note arrives:

YOUR TURN

Review:

3 stars

If you like murder mayhem and be scared then this book is for you, personally I read to get away from that kind of stuff but some do seem to love this kind of books and movies.

Lylah and her friends are planing on spending a night together, guess partying is a way of letting stress out. But things start going wrong from the very begining till the very ends.

Will you be able to figure out who the murderer is, good luck in finding out, its a interesting plot, lots of blood and gore.

I received a free copy for my honest review!

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Two Crazy Ladies Love Romance #MondaySpotlight w/#Giveaway: Death on a Yacht by Carolyn R. Bradley

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Monday Spotlight!

Death On A Yacht

by Carolyn R. Bradley 

The year is 1998. Sir George Arlington, a despicable and ruthless businessman, who has spent most of his life plotting and scheming against others, is now the target for retribution. He has no idea of the web of intrigue growing around him.

An Italian Contessa, a retired Captain of the Royal Navy, gangsters from the East End of London and those with dark secrets, brought together with four young friends from very different backgrounds, who each have their own agenda, find themselves cruising with Sir George, on a luxury yacht in the Mediterranean. Plots and schemes abound, a death occurs and more confusion is added by a pompous Spanish police officer who resents the inevitable intervention of the British authorities. 

When the plots unravel, who are the winners and who are the losers?

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What initially inspired you to write Death on a Yacht?

This book started life as a ‘Murder/Mystery radio style play’ and was performed by an amateur group. Everybody had a lot of fun with the characters and plot so it seemed a good idea to expand the story, produce some background information for the individuals and create a classic ’Whodunnit’ book.

Tell us little about the characters in Death on a Yacht.

The main character is one Sir George Arlington. A hard-nosed businessman who cares for nobody but himself; his goal in life is power and money and he is not concerned with the morality of how he acquires this or the number of enemies he makes. He is ably assisted by his even more ruthless accountant. The other characters comprise an assortment of people from very different backgrounds, who during the course of their lives, meet Sir George; they range from an Italian Contessa to criminals from the East End of London and nearly all end up with a reason to want him dead. The only person who really cares for him is his long suffering daughter.

What was the hardest part of writing this book?

Taking the original play and ensuring that the backgrounds of the characters had substance and were believable and also ensuring that the plotting and scheming was plausible.

What was your favourite chapter (or part) to write and why? 

I think it was Chapter 19 - The Event. This was when all the possibilities and schemes came together leaving the reader to decide what happens next. I enjoyed the challenge of including all the characters from the Yacht in some way or another. I also enjoyed the ending. 

What are your future project(s)?

I enjoy writing this type of novel; this is my second published ‘Murder/Mystery’. I have completed in draft form, two further books. I plan to start work very soon on the editing process for the third book which has a very diverse mix of characters and takes place in a trendy shopping Arcade in London.

Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers about this book/series?

I always try to include an element of humour into what can be perceived as a dark subject. Though all characters are entirely fictional, I strive to I construct the backgrounds and personalities by basing descriptions on a mixture of my own observations through life. It is therefore, quite possible to include the ridiculous and amusing as well as the downright wicked in a book such as this. 

Some Time Before

 1982

Another killing, another pigeon for plucking. As the tortuous process continued, George Arlington glanced idly around the boardroom. He admired the elegant decor for the umpteenth time. He prided himself on the original paintings hanging on the wall, all adding to the scene of opulence. Not that George knew the first thing about Art; they were just there for him to gloat over and be reminded every time that he looked at them, that they were a sign of his success.

He was well aware of the darting glances in his direction but he was studiously avoiding eye contact with the elderly man, one Thomas Danton, who was sitting opposite. The crushed individual was forced to return his gaze to the left, into the steely eyes of George’s cold-hearted accountant; the man who usually did the dirty work. This man was even more ruthless than George but was paid handsomely to be so. George knew who to pay and who to cheat!

‘But, but,’ the old man was stuttering, with the pen still in his hand, ‘you agreed to my son staying to run the company and  you promised that he should remain on the Board.’ 

George wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed at the accountant’s reply. He just didn’t care.

‘I regret,’ continued the voice in  tones of pure granite, as the accountant collected the signed contract and signalled to the minions waiting to countersign as witnesses, ‘that will not be possible. Company policy dictates that we buy up competition, incorporate some of the skilled workers into our existing organisations and asset strip the rest. The company we have just purchased from you will be closed.’

The poor man paled. He saw forty years of hard work disappearing before his eyes. He had made the classic mistake of borrowing a lot of money to expand his business, his action based on his expectation of business growth when some unusually large orders had been received, and then of being unable to sustain the amount of sales needed in order to service the debt he had accrued. Vultures like George were always waiting for situations like this.  And yet, the old man had thought, that he had at least saved something for his son. Surely that had been in the agreement? He hadn’t dreamed it, had he? 

‘Close the business!’  He gasped as he slumped in his chair and his skin took on a grey pallor. 

‘But I understood that my son would have......’ His voice tailed off as the person opposite was shaking his head. George stood up.  He didn’t offer his hand, just smiled.

‘Nice doing business with you.’

‘Curse you,’ the broken man shouted, ‘you will be the death of me.’ Geo  rge’s indifference was patent. 

‘My God,’ the old man continued in a tragic voice, ‘if there is any justice in this world, I hope someday it finds you. You are a monster, Sir. You have finished me and ruined my family.’

A week later George read in the paper that a man named Thomas Danton had committed suicide.  He shrugged his shoulders. Not my concern, he thought as he turned to the financial pages. It did not occur to him for one moment that in his outburst in the boardroom, the old man may have prophesied the future. George had no idea of what was to come.

Carolyn Bradley (now writing as Carolyn R Bradley), is retired. She spent most of her working life as a Primary School Teacher in Croydon, Surrey and is now determined to continue her long put off writing career. 

When a busy teacher, most of her work was in the form of short stories or plays both for adults and children but she hopes to now continue to produce more novels. Crime stories that keep you guessing are her forté. 

Her hobbies include Genealogy and singing Jazz and being a member of the local Seahaven writers' group.

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Two Crazy Ladies Love Romance Tuesday Spotlight w/#Giveaway: Leonard P Valentine - A House Divided Cannot Stand by Paul G. Buckner

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Tuesday Spotlight!

Leonard P Valentine - 

A House Divided Cannot Stand

by Paul G. Buckner

Suspense, murder, and mystery mixed with a touch of sarcasm & humor, Leonard P Valentine isn't your typical crime fighter from New York City...

 When one of the most important and influential men in New York City is murdered in the diner where Leonard P Valentine works, Leonard is forced to decide between telling the cops all he knows and risk retaliation or playing dumb and giving up nothing. The gritty detective, Frank O’Conner isn’t making it easy on him when Leonard chooses the easy way out. O’Conner suspects Leonard knows more than he’s telling. A lot more! Armed with a quick wit, a sarcastic sense of humor and a photographic memory, Leo fights for survival on the tough city streets. A beautiful blond investigative reporter not afraid of anything tracks him down, and soon the pair is working together, but can this unlikely pair survive long enough to bring down the ruthless killer and expose the real puppet masters pulling the strings? Find out in, "A House Divided Cannot Stand."

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Tell us about Leonard P Valentine - A House Divided Cannot Stand.

Synopsis:

Leonard P Valentine is no ordinary short-order cook…

  

Leonard P Valentine is a street savvy, short-order cook at a New York City diner, known by its regulars as “Greely’s Slop Shop.” An orphan, never knowing his father and a mother he can’t remember, Leonard bounced around a string of money hungry foster homes before finally escaping to the streets on his 18th birthday. An introvert by nature and fluent in sarcasm, Leonard enjoys being a fly on the wall in a crowded room. Invisibility and a quirky sense of humor are his defenses.

After witnessing a mob assassination of the powerful County Commissioner, William Wood, Leonard finds himself at the center of the investigation as the police's sole witness, a place uncomfortable and unwelcome.

When the young and sexy investigative reporter, Lexi Osborne steps onto the scene, Leonard is drawn into a secret world of blood money, corruption, power, and influence as the pair work together in an attempt to bring the vicious murderer to justice. Leonard soon finds himself falling for the quick-witted and feisty reporter. But what could Lexi ever see in him? After all, he’s just an invisible short-order cook at a greasy spoon diner.

Danger and intrigue follow Leonard around every corner keeping him looking over his shoulder not knowing who to trust or who to count on. Then he meets Detective Frank O’Conner, a hard-nosed cop with a healthy respect for the law. Leonard must decide if the detective is an ally or just another cop on the mob’s payroll.

What initially inspired you to write Leonard P Valentine - A House Divided Cannot Stand?

I’ve been a huge police detective tv show nut since Magnum P.I.and Simon and Simon. I have always wanted to write a mystery series with young characters that, by pure happenstance, get involved in solving crimes. I think one of the biggest reasons for my love for the genre is because of the emotional ride and the adventure, the thrill or rush like being on a roller coaster. Good versus evil where the lines seem to blur. Why do they blur? What makes the lines so difficult to see? Until you are put into a particular situation, you may never understand. I wanted to create a series of real to life characters that are relatable and fun as well as someone that we may choose to live life through vicariously even if only a few hours. Seeing what they see, feeling how they feel. Experiencing the entire journey through their eyes. A good mystery is more than a solving a good puzzle. It’s also about the characters that solve it with us as we become their silent sidekicks.

Tell us a little about the characters in Leonard P Valentine - A House Divided Cannot Stand.

Leonard P Valentine is a young, energetic, adventurous and exciting young man; 22 years old, brown hair, thin and a bit lanky. He grew up in state care mostly, lots of foster homes so he has a bit of a fence he’s built out of sarcasm and a ‘leave me alone’ attitude, yet he’s curious and friendly. Leo has a great memory for details which helps him with so many facets in life. An introvert, but likes being around people.He’s complicated.. While he’s not much of a conversationalist, he still has a need to be in the middle of the action. Hopefully, no one notices him. That’s the way he likes it; invisible. Truthfully, though he doesn’t admit it because he doesn’t completely understand it himself, but he’s scared of being alone.  Just shy of six feet tall. He’s usually wearing faded Levis with red chucks and a t-shirt and lives alone in a dingy apartment.  

Lexi Osborne is a young rookie reporter from the local newspaper covering the story of the murder. Leonard in smitten by her, but doesn’t feel that he’s even in her radar because of their socioeconomic differences. She comes from a white-collar professional world and...well, he doesn’t. She’s looking to crack the case and get the scoop to prove to her boss that she has what it takes to be an investigative reporter. Her unfiltered curiosity may just get them both killed.

Frank O’Conner is a Hard Nosed Detective is hell bent on cracking the case and doesn’t seem to mind stepping on toes. He’s fair, but cuts no favors. He’s tough as nails and doesn’t back down from anyone including the mob. He can be trusted to do the right thing. What he deems as righteous, so one must be careful trusting him.

What was the hardest part of writing this book?

The ending! I knew how I wanted the storyline to play out, but there were so many different options that fit naturally. 

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why? 

Chapter 1, the opening sequence has to be my favorite by far. Introducing a cast of young, energetic characters with vibrant and robust personalities was a lot of fun.

What are your future project(s)?

I’m currently working on the second book in the Leonard P Valentine series. Even more, young and exciting characters are in store for fans!

His meaty jowls disappeared, and the back door slammed shut again just as the bells from the front door rang again. For a Monday night, this place was beginning to be a lot like Grand Central Station or something. At first, I thought it might be the lady from earlier coming back in because she had changed her mind, but after a quick glance, I knew better. Normally, I would have averted my eyes and pretended not to notice until they took a seat, but it wasn’t hard to figure why I froze in my tracks this time. Maybe it was the scent of her perfume or the click of her heels on the peel and stick tile. Whatever it was, she was one of the most beautiful gingers I had ever seen. I was glad for the high counter top between the kitchen and the dining area on account of she couldn’t see me staring at her and see the drool running down my chin.

She was an older lady, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, dressed in a short black skirt wrapped tight around her hips and a white blouse underneath a small black jacket. Her long, red hair had big curls flowing out over her shoulders from under a black fedora. The kind of hat you would see a man wear with a pin-striped suit, only she wore it cocked off to one side and looked a hell of a lot better than any fella could’ve pulled off. She had a two-strand pearl choker around her neck with a black and white broach in the center of it. The high heels she had on were shiny black and must’ve had taps on them because I’ve never heard anything on this floor before, except for the squishing sound of shoes being peeled off the sticky surface when you tried to walk on it.

I didn’t dare move because I didn’t want her to see me staring like a puppy ready to play fetch. I froze in place. I must’ve looked like a pervert; I’m sure because I felt like one at the moment. She looked around but didn’t see me leering like a jackass from my hidey hole, my sniper’s nest. It’s a good thing too because I think I went slack-jawed at the same time that my pants got tighter. I’m glad I have this wonderfully hand-crafted, made-in-Pakistan, grease stained apron on over my white t-shirt hanging down to my knees; otherwise, I would’ve, undoubtedly given my ‘glad to see you’ swagger away. And those lips… wow, was all I could think of. Ah, those plump…shiny…red…delicious lips... sorry, I lose focus sometimes.

Paul G Buckner is a Native American author and active outdoorsman. He has traveled to and lived in many places from east coast to west and resides in Claremore, Oklahoma.  Paul attended Northeastern State University where he graduated with a B.S. in Business Management and a Masters of Business Administration. He spent several years developing curriculum and teaching business management principles to Native American non-profit groups and volunteering countless hours of community services.

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