BOOK SIGNING in Mason City Iowa! I will be signing copies of my novel Blood Ties in Mason City, Iowa at Book World in Mason City’s Southbridge Mall. It begins at 11:30 PM on Saturday, December 14 and 11:00 PM on Saturday, December 21st. For more information contact Book World at (641)424-2665.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
BT Line Bites: You Look Like Trouble #BloodTies#Vampires
Sally Statham took a long drag of her
cigarette through puckered orange painted lips. She turned her head to the
right and kept one bloodshot eye fixed on me as she exhaled, giving a push from
an uplift of her chin. I coughed and tried to blink the burn out of my eyes. I
leaned away and took in tiny gasping breaths, just enough to keep me conscious.
“Name?” she growled.
“Elizabeth Aldridge.” I gave her a pleasant
smile, tinged with optimism. “Optimistic” that I’d be outta there in a flash.
After all, it was the “happy” word of the day.
“ID,” she barked.
I handed her my driver’s license. She gazed
at it and hitched an eyebrow that had been drawn on with a brown pencil. I
looked like I was on meth. My shoulder-length hair, normally a strawberry
blonde, was the color of dishwater. It looked like rats had used it as a nest.
My blue eyes were so bloodshot they looked lavender. I’d dragged myself out of
bed, hung-over, to make it to the DMV before they closed at four-thirty.
The party the night before had been epic.
She squinted one eye. “I don’t want
trouble,” she said. Her long nails, painted the same color as her lips, flicked
a long ash into a half-full tray. The sun hadn’t been kind to her and she had
the wrinkles and sunspots to prove it. A bright neon orange tank top glowed
against all that bronze, holding her ponderous breasts like a jock support. Her
bleached blonde hair was as scraggly as the plants on her desk.
She leaned across the desk and a pair of
red cat glasses on a chain of miniature dog bones fell off her ample chest to
perch themselves on the desk as if they were giving me a stare down. I
smothered a laugh and began furiously chewing my bottom lip.
“You look like trouble.”
I opened my mouth to respond with an
obligatory response to that challenge but snapped it shut. It wasn’t worth
taking in more rank air. Instead, I wondered how long it would take before I
passed out.
Trouble? OK. I’d had a near miss with the
law when I stole my team’s basketball championship trophy on a dare and then
another time, weren’t our neighbors oh so excited when they found their
mailboxes stuffed full of brownies. No big deal. And as far as anyone knew, I
wasn’t the one that’d beat up my stalker. He’d transferred schools shortly
after that, too embarrassed to sic the police on me. Even if he had, who would
have believed a girl half his size had messed him up? Beyond that, I was a
model citizen all the way around. Yep.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
A Writer's Dilemma - Reading is Crack #BloodTies#Vampires
How many of you do the same:
If there is a new book download
sitting somewhere within 20 feet of me, we have a stare-down, my iPad and
I. Reading is like crack.
Fine excuse for not writing.
www.victoriadrice.com
BT Line Bites: Frosty White Packages #BloodTies#Vampires
A
vision of his pickup truck piled high with an assortment of road kill flashed
through my mind. One of my brother-in-laws liked the convenience of a little
road-side delivery. His Chevy’s a deer magnet. Eric “The Hunter” had gotten a
dose of the Aldridge curse through marriage. His freezer is full of it –
frosty, small white packages scrawled in black marker with the flesh it
contained, the road he found it on, and the date he threw it in his truck. I
avoided eating at his house.
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Saturday, November 9, 2013
BT Line Bites: I Ran Over a Deer? #BloodTies#Vampire
“I’m
sorry love, you are just so … fetching,” he whispered as he pulled away, the
cool touch of a kiss lingering. He gazed at me through lowered lashes then
picked up a strand of my hair and brushed it against his lips, gently, back and
forth as if he were petting his mouth. A smile came, a soft curl of lips. I
stiffened and looked back up to those fascinating eyes drowning in darkness.
“So
Liz, college student … all the way from Iowa, will you remember me?”
“No,
I won’t remember you Stephen,” I said. A thread of fear worked its way through
my veins as his eyes continued to darken.
He
sighed. “More’s the pity,” he said. He was silent for a moment then inhaled a
deep breath, closing his eyes, the look of peaceful rapture on his face. He
slowly exhaled and opened his eyes. “Do you remember what happened?”
“I …
I ran over you?”
He
quirked an eyebrow. “Well now, I must be losing my touch.” He paused, his
fathomless eyes gazing into mine. “Try again Liz. You ran over a deer.”
“A
deer?” I understood his words but they didn’t make sense. “But you don’t look
like a deer,” I argued.
He
hitched up one side of his mouth into a wry smile. “Well then Liz, pretend you
ran over a deer and you never saw me. So, what did you run over?”
“I
ran over a deer.”
“Excellent,”
he said approvingly. “Now what do you see on the fender of your car?”
“I
see blood … blood from a deer,” I said with pride. I was good at this game.
His
lips twitched in amusement. “You’re doing well Liz. Now let’s go back to your
car. Someone will be by shortly to help you.” He wrapped his arm around mine
and drew me towards my car. “Now don’t forget to be careful driving in this
fog. I wouldn’t want you to run into another deer.”
I
nodded. “Yes deer, I will be careful.”
He
snorted, and then broke out into laughter.
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