From now on I’m asking your favorite authors to stop by and share snippets of their work for our Tuesday Teaser Game. Try to guess the book!
My guest TODAYÂ needs NO introduction, But here’s one anyway:Â Amy Lane dodges an EDJ, mothers four children, and writes the occasional book. She, her brood, and her beloved mate, Mack, live in a crumbling mortgage in Citrus Heights, California, which is riddled with spiders, cats, and more than its share of fancy and weirdness. Feel free to visit her atÂ
where she will ride the buzz of receiving your e-mail until her head swells and she can no longer leave the house.
PLAYERS:Â Here’s how you do it!Â 1.Â GuessÂ the title of the Amy Lane book this teaser comes from.Â 2.Â EmailÂ me with the title of the book at zamaxfield @ zamaxfield (dot) com. Â 3.Â Put Tuesday TeasersÂ in the subject line!
You could win an ebook copy of the book in question or another book from Amy’s backlist. Be sure to give me a valid email address so I know where to send your ebook.Â The 9th person to email me with the correct title WINS!
âDidnâtÂ your mom ever throw you a birthday party like that?â ***** asked, laughing.Â âIÂ mean, even after *****, my parents made sure I got a party that was all me. Weâd go all sorts of placesâthat wasÂ myÂ day.â
âUhm,Â not since I was five. After that, we had a quiet party in the house, family only.â A small ice-cream cake, one or two gifts Mom had approved of. Vaguely, he remembered his fifth birthday party with his entire class, but that had been once, before the bad thing, and he hated remembering that time because it just made him angrier at himself that heÂ ever mentioned the stupid fucking school employee and his molesting penis.
âWhy?â *****Â asked, finishing off his second fajita.Â âWhatÂ happened when you were five?â
âAreÂ you done? Iâm done. I really want something sweetâhey, theyâve got a fudge factory down by that comic-book place in Old Town. Want to go there for dessert?â
*****âs eyebrows shot up, his eyes widened, and his mouthâa soft, pink little bow of a mouth, not full but ripeâcompressed into a flat line.Â âUhm,Â Iâve got another fajita to go.â
***** nodded and shoved half of his last fajita in his mouth in one bite.Â âOlkay,Â affer dat,â he said through his full mouth, not even grimacing when he crunched into a hot pepper.
***** nodded and compressed that sweet pink mouth.Â âYeah,âÂ he said before taking another slow, deliberate bite of his fajita.Â âSure.Â We can go there when weâre done at the comic-book store, *****. Nothingâs set in stone.â
***** smiled and nodded and finished the other three swallows needed to get that bite down. His next bite was smaller but just as quick, and he wondered how fast heâd have to talk when he was done to avoid any questions like that.
âYouâreÂ not fooling anyone, you know,â ***** said calmly before he took a sip of his soda.
***** paused after swallowing. God, this was a good fajitaâspicy and wine flavored. He hated having to shotgun it like this.Â âAboutÂ what?â he asked and shoved the rest of the thing in his mouth. He wiped his face while he was still chewing and got ready to get up and bolt to the bathroom, all the better to have an excuse to change the motherfucking cocksucking come-whoring subject.
âYou,Â trying to scare me off with what a slut you are and how youâre all okay about your family. Itâs not rocket science, *****. Just because I wear my own family on my sleeve, that doesnât mean I canât see that youâre trying to hide big parts of yourself under fajita.â
Tuesday Teaser by AMY LANEÂ
Tuesday Teaser - Amy Lane