Welcome to the 2016 October Frights Blog Hop - Day 3
I thought I'd preview a series of mine -
and share an excerpt from my WIP.
Today's giveaway details are on the bottom.
#WineWednesday - I review a bottle of wine my husband and I bought and drank, based solely on the title/label. In celebration of October, Halloween and
all things that go bump in night, I give you
HOB NOB - Wicked Red Blend.
Hob Nob, a vineyard in France, celebrates Halloween/Day of the Dead with a special edition bottle each year. They've had some beautifully done artwork for labels the last few years. Check them out if you have time.
Our full review, post and a bit of history will be up live closer to Día de Muetros. Stay tuned!
My WIP is a dark fiction with romantic elements story featuring a new character. Spookie Millane, who I adore. She has an unusual gift when it comes to the dead, which I won't give away (and why she's not in the excerpt) and a unexpected physic connection to Mick, who has his own issues with the dead. Here's a brief scene from FAVORS FOR THE DEAD.
“Watch the gap.” A female computer voice instructed as the train doors screeched open. Mick, mindful of the ever-dangerous two-inch gap, hopped over it and joined the herd of people on their way to the main concourse of Grand Central.
Diesel fumes painted the subterranean walls of the train terminal with a dirty film. Shoulders bumped, apologies were grumbled and he barely saved himself from slamming into a teen stopping short to toss his garbage into a bin clearly marked Recycle. He clenched his jaw and shoved past him. Not happy within the confines of the tight, busy platform, he focused on his destination. Three arched doorways loomed ahead. The crowd thinned into thirds and Mick let out a short-lived sigh of relief, until-
The shrill of static bore into his skull like a drill. His fingers squeezed deep into his neck, but did nothing to ease the white noise. The hallway dimmed, though fluorescent lights shone bright behind the darkness. He hurried to the right and down the Park Ave tunnel.
He pressed close to the wall, his arm reaching ahead of him, feeling the way. A warm liquid oozed between his fingers. He darted away from the wall.
Blood flowed through the grouted veins of the tiled wall to the floor. He rubbed his hands hard against the top of his legs, soaking his jeans with the same redness that remained on his hands.
A twenty-something couple, holding hands, strolled by. He resisted warning them about the stream of the blood they were about to wade through. This was his vision and his alone. When they gave a brief glance his way, at a troubled man gawking at his open palms and mumbling, the guy put his arm around the woman and rushed past him. “I told you the crazies hung out in the tunnel,” she whispered.
Mick spotted an alcove ahead. Battling the free falling feeling and its nausea, he stumbled toward it.
She emerged from an obscure fragment of his mind, the strange woman with the odd name. Against his better judgment, he savored the sensation of her, the woman he couldn’t see, but feel.
The stench of how he imagined a compost heap of dead bodies smelled surrounded him. The alcove taunted him, still a good ten feet away. Shit, I’m not going to make it. He slid down, ass to the floor, his legs splayed in front of him. Blood pooled around him. Blackness took over both he and the woman.
I do a small giveaway each day, but will enter everyone who comments on any of the hop posts into the grand prize drawing - a $20 Amazon Gift Card.
I'll pick the winner of each contest on Saturday at the end of the hop.
Staying with the Day of the Dead theme, to win a ceramic sugar skull and napkins
comment on whether you believe some people can truly see/communicate with the dead.
Don't forget to stop by all the other awesome authors participating in October Frights Blog Hop!