I am thrilled to host a very talented author today and a friend, Lisa Medley. She has a new book out and of course it is about strange things. Her other books include reapers, ghosts, and space cowboys, so why not throw in a handsome Sasquatch. Enjoy this preview and I hope you will visit her links.
No one's ever
captured a Sasquatch.
Until now.
Sasquatches have roamed the Pacific Northwest
for centuries, hiding in the wilds of the northern territories and protected by
the Lummi nation.
When Seattle author Ethan Lane’s secret is
exposed after a first date with Ruby Parsons goes wonderfully right, then
horribly wrong, he’s faced with betraying his clan or losing his only chance at
true love and a normal life.
Excerpt:
“Ruby! It’s
him!”
Ruby Parsons
peered around her iPad at her roommate Claire, who bounced excitedly on the
opposite end of the couch. “And who would he
be?”
“Listen to
this Daveslist “Near Misses” ad:
H.P. Lovecraft: Stand-Up Comedian –
m4w (Annex Theater) - Seattle
Tuesday night, after the show, you
and I flirted while in line for the bathroom. We agreed that even if the staff
had to clean up a blood sacrifice, the place was still nicer than the streets
below.
You smiled at me as you took off, but
there was no chance for me to get your name.
Buy you a drink sometime? We might as
well enjoy ourselves before Cthulhu rises…”
Ruby
scrambled across the couch and stuffed herself into the crack between Claire
and the cushioned back for a look at the ad.
“It’s
Cthulhu! Your Lovecraftian lobster,” Claire said, handing over the iPad for her
to see.
“You have
got to quit watching Friends reruns.”
Ruby read the ad. Her heart hammered in her chest, and a blush of heat covered
her face and neck. It was him. Too many exact details not to be. Still. A
classified ad? In “Near Misses”? It was so…seedy. Wasn’t it? What kind of
people posted ads like that, or worse…responded to them? “Listen, I met the guy
for like thirty seconds in line for the bathroom.”
“And then
reread The Call of Cthulhu even
though you practically have the thing memorized and went on and on and on about
him and his hipster beardedness for weeks. Weeks!” Claire snatched her iPad out
of Ruby’s hands then launched off the couch and into the swinging papasan
chair. She began typing furiously on the tablet.
“What are
you doing?” Ruby asked, concerned.
“Answering
him, of course.”
Book Links:
About
the Author:
Lisa has always enjoyed reading about monsters in love and now she writes about them
because monsters need love too.
She adores beasties of all sorts, fictional as well as real, and has a
farm full of them in her Southwest Missouri home, including: one child, one
husband, two dogs, two cats, a dozen hens, thousands of Italian bees, and a
guinea pig.
She may or may not keep a complete zombie apocalypse bug-out bag in her
trunk at all times, including a machete. Just. In. Case.
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