The latest edition of the Roadhouse Report was just mailed out. Go here to read it and to subscribe to future newsletters. And here’s the cover of Wolfsbane and Mistletoe, the werewolves-at-Christmas anthology coming out in October edited by Charlaine Harris and Toni Kelner, in which is included my short story, “The Perfect Gift.” Go here to pre-order a copy on Amazon. Here’s a little taste for you:
His partner was already at work, sleek head bent over a series of crime scene photographs, the graphic nature of which made the human in him wince away and gave even the cop in him pause.
“Morning, Ben,” she said.
“How do you do that?” he said. “I didn’t make a sound. You must have ears like a cat.”
She looked up and fluttered her eyelashes. “Maybe I just have a sixth sense for big good-looking doofuses.”
They’d been partners for a year and their working relationship had evolved into a low-key flirtatious raillery that never overstepped the rule of no departmental fraternization. Romanov was so hot she sizzled but Lobison had too much respect for the job, or that’s what he told himself whenever his imagination went into overdrive.
“I think that’s doofusi,” he said. He sat down across from her and pointed at the photographs. “Why are you looking at those again? It’s not like the M.O. is going to change if you stare at them long enough.”
“I know.” She sat back and rubbed her eyes with thumb and forefinger. “How many have there been now? Twelve?”
“Thirteen, he said grimly, “if you count that kid in Chickaloon, and I do.”
“Thirteen deaths by exsanguination over the past eleven months,” she said, “in each case caused by massive trauma to the throat.”
“As in they had their jugulars ripped out,” Lobison said. “Don’t pretty it up. The M.E.’s considered opinion is that each victim was attacked by an animal, perhaps a dog, maybe a wolf or a bear, possibly even a wolverine. That I might actually believe, wolverines are nasty little sons of bitches. But since most of the soft parts of the bodies are missing and presumed eaten, the M.E. hasn’t been able to get a good imprint of the teeth.”
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Dana,
Loved the latest issue of the Roadhouse Report and the excerpts!
Thanks so much, now back to work on Liam!
CathyO
Yes, ma’am!
Whereohwhere do you get these ideas? You’ve got some scary stuff floating around in that head of yours! Thank goodness - what would we do without it? Loved the excerpt, lovely Christmas story, and miracle of miracles, a new Liam to look forward to.
Could it get any better than this? Methinks not.
Thanks for the updates, and like CathyO said - break’s ovah, back to writing!
Sandy
can u tell me if theres gonna be another liam campbell book and when i’ve missed the series love it
I’m working on it now, Kim, it’s called Bones out of the Grave. I can’t say for sure when it will be published but I think in 2010. And thanks!
Dana,
Is this working title for the latest Liam from another poem?
CathyO
Indeed it is, it’s from Robert Frost’s “The Witch of Coos,” the first part of “Two Witches.” A very spooky poem.
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