Countdown:::6 days until season 10::: Here is a pic of my smallest and cutest bunny, Runtlestilskin, so named because he was the runt of the litter and my husband has a strange sense of humor. He is pictured here with the Supernatural season 9 DVD so you can get an idea of his size. This little guy went through a strange molt over the summer and lost ALL his fur, leaving sad piebald patches all over his body. He was so embarrassed. As you can see, it's all grown back now.
Also, I thought I would give you a teaser from the story I'm currently writing called Dolls for Rent, Heroes for Hire.
Nodding at the gun Jared still holds pointed in his direction, the man says, “Do you mind? I have some ID in my pocket, but you look like you’re about two seconds away from putting a bullet through my head just on principal. I swear, I’m not going to bludgeon you with my flashlight.” He quirks an eyebrow as he holds both hands out to show that, other than the flashlight, they’re empty.
Jared gets the distinct impression the guy is enjoying this whole strange situation. He grimaces and lowers his weapon. Being a beat cop, he’s a pretty good judge of character and this guy, while far from harmless, isn’t giving off any homicidal vibes.
The man acknowledges the lowered gun by reaching toward his jacket pocket. His hand doesn’t make it all the way there, though, before his shoulders slump and his gaze flicks to the side as though he’s having second thoughts about something.
The hesitation lasts long enough that Jared has time to note the minute trembling in the flashlight beam where it shines on the concrete walkway and to wonder if maybe this guy isn’t as carefree as he’s trying to project, if maybe he’s more than the cocky punk he pretends to be. Curiosity piqued, he waits, confident that, if things go south, he'll be able to diffuse the situation without much trouble.
“Oh, what the hell,” the guy mutters under his breath. Then he straightens up and extends his hand. “Name’s Dean.”
Jared eyes his new acquaintance for a second, makes a snap judgment call, and steps forward, his own hand extended. “Jared.”
The look Dean levels at him as they shake hands reminds Jared of the look he might expect to get from a man who is coming clean for the first time in a very long time. There’s relief in it, and apprehension, and something like determined recklessness.
So, that's a sneak peak at chapter 1. Hope this maybe gets you excited for more to come.
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