Teaser Tuesday 7

Due to a request, today's teaser is from the rough draft I've been working on.

As we went up the stairs to my apartment, the landlord’s door opened up. He stepped into the hallway. I tried to hide my disgust at his stretched thin undershirt he wore with his shiny black pants. Black hair curled around the neck hole and the arm holes, and there was a reddish-orange stain on the belly. It looked like spaghetti sauce had ran down his fat stomach. He hitched up his pants, covering the hairy bottom of his stomach that had been revealed. 

“Rosie, do you have the rent?”

“Not today, Mr. Zim. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t let you stay here if you’re not going to pay.”

“I know. I’ll have it for you tomorrow.”


I paused with my foot on the first step up to the second floor. “Does it matter how I get the money?
As long as I pay the rent it’s really none of your concern.”

“I’m just trying to let you know that I’m willing to make an arrangement with you?”

I turned, ignoring Detective Bauer who’d stiffened next to me. “What kind of arrangement?” Perhaps Mr. Zim wasn’t as awful as I’d thought. Maybe he felt sorry for me and would give me a break on the rent.

“Why don’t you come talk to me after your friend leaves? We’ll discuss it then?” Mr. Zim smiled at me and winked as he ran his hand over his belly and down the front of his pants. 

Teaser Tuesday 4

Without further ado...

Vaclav looked across the room and fixed his gaze on me. I fought the urge to fidget or look away. Instead I stared at him. 

“Who’s he?” Vaclav asked.

“Just a kid who needs some money. He’s been running errands for me,” Enzo replied.

“Why’s he here?”

“I thought you might have something for him to do.”

Vaclav turned his attention to Enzo. “What kind of job is he suited for?”

“Not sure. He says he’ll do anything for a price.”

“Anything, huh, kid?”

I nodded. “Pretty much.”

“There’s a cop. He needs to die.”

Teaser Tuesday 3

Here you go...

As I stretched out in the bed, I knew that if he survived, he’d be determined to exact revenge. I wouldn’t be able to leave this building unless I was in disguise for the rest of his life. 

I could leave town, but I knew that he would spend the remainder of his life hunting me. 
And his screams would haunt me for the rest of mine.

So by now, you probably noticed that the teasers I've been posting aren't much like what I normally write. Some of my readers won't like this story, or this subject matter. And that's okay. I don't write to please anyone other than myself. :)

You've also noticed that I'm writing this book in first person, as if the main character is actually telling the story. This is also not normal for me. 

I am having fun. And if the fun continues, I may write more stories like this one. :)

Teaser Tuesday 2

And... it's Tuesday! Time for Teaser Tuesday!

His footsteps faded as he walked away. I kept one hand on the pistol and felt the walls with my other hand. The hallway was barely wider than the span of my arms. The walls were covered with some sort of textured paper and I smoothed my hand over it then traced the raised design with my fingertip. Damask pattern. In a secret speak easy?

It seemed out of place, but then again, this entire experience seemed out of place in my life. Just eight months ago, Mother, Grandfather, and I lived a life of opulence in Bohemia. Now, I was alone, scampering down a dark hallway with a stranger in America.

I felt like a rat, hiding from a big, hungry cat—my father, the man who’d killed—or had ordered the death of—Grandfather.

Teaser Tuesday

A new feature of my blog is Teaser Tuesday. Every Tuesday, I'll post a couple lines from that day's writing. I'd love to know what you think of it. Do you want to read more? Tell me what you think might be happening right now. 

It was out of my nature to ask anyone for help, but especially a police officer. And it’s not like I intended to ask him to help me fix a leaky faucet. I was asking him to teach me to shoot a gun. A gun that I was completely willing to use to end my father’s life.