In honor of Valentine’s Day, you get a teaser from Bloodborn! It’s a scene where Brock, the bitten-by-a-werewolf protagonist, first meets Cyn, a girl who broke up before he was changed. It is, of course, a little bittersweet, but like chocolate, I find it tasty.

Time to go home. And I am, but the wind changes. Sweetness fills my nose, fruit and ( Read more... )

We’re very close to revealing the entire title of my Super Secret WIP:

Of course I have to take their order, but I can do it with a minimum of niceness.

“Welcome to Carl and Earl’s what do you want today?” I say it all in one breath.

Authelia arches one eyebrow and lowers her sunglasses. “Hello.” Just that one word drips with more venom than a ( Read more... )

What letter comes next? Let’s find out:

If I were a gambling girl, I would bet that we’re going to hear about this birthday party, and that luncheon, in the society section of the Paris Gazette, and every one of these witches is going to take all the culinary glory for herself.

“Tell me,” Mrs. Bourbon says, “when is Josephine planning on ( Read more... )

Next letter, next teaser:

Cleon strolls into the kitchen, and his eyebrows go heavenward. “What in the name of Betty Crocker are you trying to cook?”

“Nothing you’d want to eat,” I say.

He tries to swipe a crumble of dough, and I trap his fingers with Grandma Lula’s cookbook. “What’s that book?” he says.

“Nothing you’d want to read.”

He grabs the ( Read more... )

DEADLY DEL gets a new letter in a new teaser:

I bike through the gates of the town dump and nod at the caretaker, Joe, who’s watering his weeds in a garden of junked lawn ornaments. The sun dips behind big mountains of trash as Frank Sinatra croons through radio static.

I park my bike and hike to today’s trash. Mixed in with all the newspapers ( Read more... )

Third letter of the second word in my Super Secret WIP’s title:

Lord, how oblivious can one boy be? And how hot can my cheeks go?

“I did,” I say real quick. “That pie was all my idea.” It’s only half a lie.

Now he’s blushing, too, his cheeks all pink.  “Why, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I say.

He scratches the back of his head. “I thought you didn ( Read more... )

Now, the second letter of the second word, giving us DEADLY DE in all:

Every crystal glows from the inside out, carrying my power into the bowl.

Sugar, sweetness, the taste of a first kiss, the feeling of his lips on mine…

Smoke rises to my nose, carrying the scent of burnt sugar. I tilt the cup upright. Only a few of the crystals look blackened. ( Read more... )

We have the first word of my Super Secret WIP’s title: DEADLY. And now, the first letter of the second word, in a new teaser:

“DeLune!” he hollers at me. “You’re late!”

It’s not even true, but I strap on my skates and get to work. Everybody keeps rapping their fingers on their steering wheels, no matter how much I say I’m sorry for the wait. I’m ( Read more... )

This teaser is short, but with it, we will have the first word of my Super Secret WIP’s title. DEADLY.

“You wouldn’t know delicious if it hit you upside the head.”

“Just one bite,” he says, “and then guess what the secret ingredient is.”

“Uh-uh.” I shake my head. “My shift’s almost over.”

“Please?” he says, his eyes so heavenly blue that I would ( Read more... )

We have the first four letters of my Super Secret WIP’s title: DEAD. Now, the fifth:

Last time we had Thanksgiving with Daddy, Mama planned an extra special dinner. She cooked for two days straight, and the food tasted absolutely delicious. Daddy couldn’t stop complimenting Mama, and she smiled so much her cheeks hurt. Little did Daddy know ( Read more... )