“The mall? Really?” Wade asked as we climbed out of the car.

“You pick now to complain?” I asked him, standing at the passenger side of the black Town Car he’d been driving for an hour. Second nature had me looking around, even if it was just row after row of fairly new cars. This place was a lot nicer than the usual areas ( Read more... )

More specifically, would you buy it? 
What's it need or not need?
What does this sound like to you? A romcom? A horror story? Utter tripe?

Tobias Andersen is a top capo in the soul-trafficking crime family of the archdemon Labal. He's the new head of collections, handling the lucrative business of letting marks buy their souls back, with interest. ( Read more... )

Unproofed, etc. Comments appreciated.
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“Good cop/bad cop isn’t going to work,” the guy tied to the chair growled with a lot of anger. More than I would have anticipated, being tied to a chair and having just had a duct tape gag ripped free. The chair was a cheap plastic beach chair and it was sitting in the middle of a blue ( Read more... )

I typed this between loads of wash this morning and am posting without reread or revision. Enjoy.
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The whole house was cold. It was December cold outside, with fresh snow, but the house didn’t feel like that. It was a bone-chilling cold that was different than just a lack of heat. Wade looked at me, with a weird little questioning ( Read more... )

“By the departed elders, Fitzpatrick, you’re getting pushy,” he grumbled, but there was amusement in his shifty eyes. Mr. Brown gave us a look that indicated he was aware he was being railroaded, but then stood without a word. As soon as he moved, one of the laptop-staring college kids packed up and walked out. Wade was doing advance today, making ( Read more... )

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A brief piece featuring Tobias, Mr. Brown and assorted other people, familar and not. This is unproofed, unrevised and straight from my brain into Word onto LJ. Still, I'm open to thoughts and comments.

( moving in )

            The bikers to either side of me glared as the guy with the pink parasol blew me a kiss and crossed the plank floor toward my table. I was in the shadows, although there weren’t many in the afternoon glare, but that didn’t stop his progress.Or hide my red face from the angry looking patrons.

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This isn't really a teaser from a specific WIP. I'm actually just typing it straight into LJ since I have the urge to write/share and nothing else going on.

( beneath the arches )

Mr. Brown was late, which wasn’t entirely unexpected. He’s easily distracted. Next to him, the redheaded consigliore Fitz looked equal parts scared and nauseated, which wasn’t entirely surprising either. The boss had declared war a day before and here he was, wandering the streets without a guard.

Wade moved as he saw them get out of ( Read more... )