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Here is another unedited 6 paragraphs from my latest eerotic contemporary fantasy WIP - Capri's Fate.
Bouncing off the taxi door panel as we veered round a corner, I glanced out the window. The big shamrock in O'Malley's neon sign flashed invitingly. The cab slammed to a stop. I caught my purse from flying off my lap. After tossing a few bills over the front seat, I scooted out of the taxi before he shot back into traffic. O'Malley's is a step-back-in-time kind of Irish pub. Big polished wood bar on the right hand side, with a mirrored wall, numerous draft beer handles poking up and gleaming brass everywhere. Seating is mixed between tall bar stools and big padded chairs nestled around dark wood tables. The TV, up in the corner, is usually on a European football match. Patrick, the bartender, has a passable Irish lilt in his voice. But I suspect he's from Jersey. We settled into a corner booth facing out into the bar. Kat ordered a half-pint Kilkenny Irish Cream Ale, and I asked for the same in a Guinness Draught. No ordering a Bud Light or Coors here. This is an Irish pub. Legend has it, the last person who ordered a non-Irish beer volunteeredto be the backstop for a dart tournament. "Can I skip the pleasantries and go straight to what's wrong?" Kat clicked her cell phone shut and tossed it into her purse. That meant she was serious. It's girl talk time. "Oh, and don't bullshit me that it's nothing or that you're okay. I know you. Something's up. Where'd you go this weekend? I called and called." The waitress placed our beers on the table. I paid for the two with a sizeable tip then wrapped my fingers around the glass and sighed. Guinness is a stout. That's a dark beer and kind of strong. And exactly what I needed. The thick inch of froth on my drink was a little butterfly of joy. I swiped my finger through the foam and licked it clean. "Suck anything else this weekend?"
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Here is another unedited 6 paragraphs from my latest eerotic contemporary fantasy WIP - Capri's Fate.
Bouncing off the taxi door panel as we veered round a corner, I glanced out the window. The big shamrock in O'Malley's neon sign flashed invitingly. The cab slammed to a stop. I caught my purse from flying off my lap. After tossing a few bills over the front seat, I scooted out of the taxi before he shot back into traffic. O'Malley's is a step-back-in-time kind of Irish pub. Big polished wood bar on the right hand side, with a mirrored wall, numerous draft beer handles poking up and gleaming brass everywhere. Seating is mixed between tall bar stools and big padded chairs nestled around dark wood tables. The TV, up in the corner, is usually on a European football match. Patrick, the bartender, has a passable Irish lilt in his voice. But I suspect he's from Jersey. We settled into a corner booth facing out into the bar. Kat ordered a half-pint Kilkenny Irish Cream Ale, and I asked for the same in a Guinness Draught. No ordering a Bud Light or Coors here. This is an Irish pub. Legend has it, the last person who ordered a non-Irish beer volunteeredto be the backstop for a dart tournament. "Can I skip the pleasantries and go straight to what's wrong?" Kat clicked her cell phone shut and tossed it into her purse. That meant she was serious. It's girl talk time. "Oh, and don't bullshit me that it's nothing or that you're okay. I know you. Something's up. Where'd you go this weekend? I called and called." The waitress placed our beers on the table. I paid for the two with a sizeable tip then wrapped my fingers around the glass and sighed. Guinness is a stout. That's a dark beer and kind of strong. And exactly what I needed. The thick inch of froth on my drink was a little butterfly of joy. I swiped my finger through the foam and licked it clean. "Suck anything else this weekend?"
On to the other authors on Sneak Peak Sunday
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