Umm, food, water, sleep and sex? Or is that supposed to be shelter? It starts with an s anyway. And I’ll take a good night’s sleep over clothing any day.
I'm with you...sleep is more important than clothes or shoes. What is your favorite television show?
Dexter. I loved the books, and the show had bits and pieces of the books, but it became its own little niche. We’re supposed to hate serial killers and the bad guy, some shows manage to make us like the bad guy, but in Dexter, we somehow liked a very bad person.
What is something you’ve lied about?
When someone calls and wakes me up, and says, did I wake you, the answer is always, no, of course not. I think a lot of people do that, even before we look at the clock to see what time it is. Why don’t we just say, yeah, you woke me up, call back later, I’m going back to sleep?
Those little white lies don't seem like lies. The worst is how does this look? I find that a challenge to answer honestly sometimes. Who is the last person you hugged?
My grandkids. Before that, my son before he went back to Korea with the Army.
What is the story of your first kiss?
Odd, I thought and thought on this one, and it wasn’t anything special. It was in grade school, and I don’t really remember anything exciting about it.
Thanks for sharing and now let's read more about your release!
Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, "because no other man will want her". She's looking for escape in any form she can get it.
When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen circumstance that puts both of them in danger?
Mystery, romance, and danger, fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.
I picked up the half brick holding the door open, and the TV set exploded in a shower of glass. For a moment Frank stood staring at the TV as if he thought it shattered on its own. He spun to face me.
I continued to stand with my arms folded over my chest and my shoulder against the door frame. He looked around as if the spiders in the place would come to his rescue. I tugged on the cuffs of the leather gloves I wore. Flexed my fingers. When his hand tightened on the pool stick he held, I wanted to tell him that a wooden stick wasn’t much use in a gun fight. But unless he went for a gun, I wasn’t going to shoot him, not yet anyway.
“Get the fuck off my property,” he said.
A block of wood nailed into the door served as a supplement lock. I reached up and spun it closed, and while keeping him in my field of vision, I hooked the eye bolt as well. I hadn’t seen a phone in the shed, not last time I was here, nor this time. But that didn’t mean some pal of his wouldn’t show up--and anyone pals with this guy would have to be a cast member of the same loony-toon’s show.
“Where is Kat?” I asked him.
“You stooo-pied?” he said back, drawing out the word stupid in a juvenile manner. “I already told you, she’s my wife, and that if you kept trying to bother her, I’ll have you arrested.”
“You see any cops? I don’t.” I moved over the concrete floor and stood near the bar.
He found some brain cells and kept the pool table between us. Held the pool stick in both hands. Glanced at the door.
“I have security cameras. The company already called the cops.”
“Well then, you don’t have anything to worry about,” I said back. I’d come across a few pathological liars in my lifetime, but never someone who thought the rest of the world had an IQ of less than 80 and would believe whatever came out of their mouth. “How should we entertain the people watching us until they get here?”
Confusion ran over his face. His lies didn’t make me edgy, his particular flavor of insanity mimicked a bully. Lots of words of bravado that he expected others to be frightened of--no matter how absurd. He was strong, of that I had no doubt, he worked at a labor intensive job, but he was filled with so much fear it surrounded him in a shimmering cloak. Just like the sweat on his forehead.
I walked along the edge of the pool table. Picked up the ten ball with it’s marred blue stripe. Rolled it across the table and bounced it off the rail on the other side of the table--caught it when it came spinning back.
“Where’s Kat?” I tossed the ball from hand to hand.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he said.
I let the ball fly. It hit him in the right shin. He bent over with a yelp. He edged towards the door, dragging his right foot. I spun the eight ball across the table, caught it, tossed it from hand to hand.
“Go for that door and the next one hits your head.”
He stopped and pulled himself up straight. Dug in his pocket and got out a pathetically small knife. He opened the blade and held it out in front of him. Laughable. Unless he stuck it in my neck, he couldn’t even hit an artery with it.
Facebook Author’s Page: http://www.facebook.com/srhowen1
Blog: Critters at the Keyboard http://srhowen1.blogspot.com/
Author Web page: http://ww.srhowen.com
Book Blogs: http://bookblogs.ning.com/profile/SRHowen
Authors Den: http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?id=166698
Linked In: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/shawn-rh/54/1a7/9b6
Don't forget to enter!!