I say “still” because I’ve confessed this shortcoming a couple years ago. Still no luck!
Mostly that’s because there’s never been even a single mouse in the house where I’m confined. The longer my mouseless streak goes on, though, the more I start to wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Maybe I’m deficient? Sub-normal? Maybe I lack the patience to slowly creep up on my prey, as a better cat could do?
Ember Dayle hadn’t cursed in twenty years — not since she caught her high school boyfriend in bed with her sister, Teegan. The horrible words she’d screamed at Teegan, some of which had shocked even her father, had appalled Ember so much she’d washed her own mouth out with soap.
It was just mouthwash, actually. Teegan had been the seducer, and thus wasn’t worth suffering the vile taste of real soap.
But now, as Ember realized this job wasn’t going to be the simple, straightforward task she desperately needed, twenty years of verbal virtue ended. She pounded the ground she was lying on and spat a string of foul words — but very quietly. Her youngest sister, who’d never slept with any of her boyfriends, was monitoring her via radio, and she didn’t want Rayna to hear.
It wasn’t that she worried about shocking Rayna, who was, after all, twenty-six. However, Ember was supposed to have recuperated from her accident, mentally as well as physically. To get returned to field work, she’d had to insist, loudly and often, that she was her old self.
But what did she do at the first sign of trouble? Break down and curse like a sister betrayed. Was she really ready for this job?
Effing Feline here again. You may notice that these twelve sentences have nothing to do with The Saint of Quarantine Island, which I’ve been quoting from. Blame my unfeline lack of patience. I’ve been itching and twitching and bitching to be switching to something different.
This snippet is the opening of one of the three WIPs Ed is currently juggling. It’s called The Seven Foot Cupid and it’s the first book in the Passion Island Trilogy that’ll come out whenever he’s done. There’s no cover yet, no blurb . . . and no mouse.