Effing Feline heads home
Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior / Sunday Snippet posts on Mr. V’s behalf. Click the pic for info.
I, Effing Feline, am returning home. None too soon for poor Mr V. In separate incidents, he wrenched his shoulder, whacked his head, picked up a debilitating virus, and then fell heavily. I think Amsterdam hates him.
Another excerpt today from Newborn, Mr V’s upcoming science fiction romance. Jo Beaverpaw was born alone in a forest moments, fully grown, well armed, and eager to kill her alien nation’s most wanted fugitive — and ignorant of many things. Such as who and what she is.
While recovering from a serious fall, Jo meets Darby, whom we met last week, and Dr. Rebecca Hentzle (Hen) the feisty octogenarian who owns the small wilderness hospital that houses both Jo and her target. This snippet edited from the released version.
Dr. Hentzle leaned forward to study me. “Greensticks occur when a bone bends and cracks like a green twig, instead of snapping into separate pieces like a dry twig, but bones harden over the years, so adult bones break completely. How can a woman who looks to be thirty have soft bones?” Hen lifted my unsplinted arm in a grip far stronger than she looked capable of. “Yesterday this arm was black and blue up to your elbow, but look at it now.
“I’m sorry if this next question insults you…no, actually I’m not sorry, because I’m really curious and I’m too darned old to apologize. And I’m your doctor, so you have to answer me truthfully.”
She narrowed her eyes and edged so close I could smell her lunch—some kind of sausage with onions—and something else, too. Old age; a waiting-to-die kind of smell.
“What,” she said in a voice like a battering ram, “are you?”
Not who—what.
Effing Feline here again. I get this question a lot. I always answer, “a grey tabby.” But poor Jo already has doubts about whether she’s human . . . not that she should worry about such an unimportant thing.
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P.S. Since Sundays a travel day, Mr. V will be late getting to your posts. But he’ll get there!
Newborn
She was born to kill
Jo Beaverpaw is born fully grown, well-armed, and impatient to tackle her Destiny … which is to kill her alien nation’s most wanted fugitive. Her life is pre-programmed and straightforward – until she meets the sexy bodyguard of her intended target.
Newborn is the 3rd exciting book in Edward Hoornaert’s near-future romance series, Alien Contact for Idiots. If you The Terminator would’ve been better starring a bad-assed (yet petite) female, don’t miss Newborn.
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Newborn will be released November 4, and for a limited time, it’s available for pre-order at the special introductory price of just 99c. This low price won’t last long, so pre-order Newborn now.
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