Spell Checked Excerpt

I finally finished my first book "Spell Checked."  A few days ago, I sent it to beta readers, so I could get some feedback.  In the mean time I have decided to post an excerpt from the book…Please tell me what you think.  Below is the temp bookcover.




Beck stood, gathered the picnic basket and handed it to Donald to take back to the car.  "There are a couple of micro-breweries here in Kinsale if you are interested in doing a little beer tasting while we are here."
"Sounds good to me as long as it is not stout beer, I don't think I could ever acquire a taste for something that looks like motor oil and taste like Burnt coffee."  I got up from the blanket and helped Beck fold it before walking back to the car.
Beck laughed at me.  "You Americans with your light beer cannot handle the real stuff."
"Are you insinuating that I drink watered down beer because I'm a lush?" I said defensively.
"I do not know, are you?" Beck shot back teasingly as he threw the blanket in the trunk of the car.
"Being able to hold my liquor is in my genes.  I will drink your ass under the table if given the chance."  I found out in College early on that I just don't get drunk.
"Is that a challenge?" Beck asked raising his brows.  He knew that as a Vampire this was a challenge I could not win, he could process alcohol about the same speed he could drink it.  Aidan had tried a thousand times to out drink him but always failed.
"Game on!"  I would love to see Beck drunk off his ass, then maybe I could take advantage of the situation, because the sexual tension was starting to get the better of me.
Beck debated whether or not to tell me about the unfair fight but Vampires always love a good challenge.  It was part of their nature.  "Oh…It is on!" he replied playfully.


Sitting at a table in the middle of the pub we ordered another round, it would be our tenth in the last two hours.  I was getting tired of going to the bathroom every twenty minutes and suggested shots instead.  One way or another we were going to have a winner.
Beck yelled across the pub to the bartender.  "Twenty shots of Bushmills please."  The bartender just shook his head as he fixed the drinks and brought them to the table.
Each of us had ten shots lined up as a small crowed mostly consisting of the pub staff started to gather around us at the table.  "The rules are: Ten shots…two minutes, last one to finish has to stand on the table and sing I'm a little teapot, agreed?"  I challenged, confident I could win this hands down.
"Agreed and the winner gets to video tape it on their phone," Beck added as he set his phone down on the table, insinuating that I would be the looser.
I thought about it for a second then replied.  "Fine, but only for their personal viewing, no posting on YouTube or Facebook."  We shook on it to seal the deal.
The bartender volunteered to keep time and referee.  "Are you ready…Go!"
The glasses were hitting the table in sync as we finished each shot, the crowd was cheering us on as we raced to finish.  Everything went quiet when our last shots hit the table in a single thud.  The crowed all looked to the bartender to provide a definitive answer to their question…Who won? 
"It looks like we have a tie!"  Exclaimed the bartender.  The crowd booed at his ruling.  Not to wanting to miss out on free entertainment, they started chanting.  "Sing!  Sing!  Sing!"  
Beck looked at me, wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.  "It appears we shall have a riot on our hand if we denied these good people their song."
I laughed and rolled my eyes.  "Surely you don't intend for us to stand on the table and sing?"
"That is exactly what I am suggesting.  So, are you ready to give them a little show?"  Beck asked as he stood on the chair then stepped on to the table and gave me his hand.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I sighed, clasping his hand and joining him on the table.
We handed our phones to bystanders to record us.  A minute later we were done and the crowd cheered.
"How are you feeling?" inquired Beck, as he helped me down from the table.  He had never expected to take things so far.  It worried him because that was enough Alcohol to make a horse pass out.  Oddly enough, I was not only still standing but also completely sober.
"I feel fine except for my crushed ego and utter embarrassment," I laughed.
"Yours and mine both," he laughed as he paid the tab.

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