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Monday, August 4, 2014

Review: Goddess, Awakened By Cate Masters @CateMasters @LiteraryNook #Giveaway




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Goddess, Awakened
The Goddess Connection Book 1
By Cate Masters
Fantasy/paranormal romance novel
About 89,700 words

Blurb

With a little help from a goddess, battling evil is a piece of cake for Jocelyn Gibson.

A descendant of the goddess Iris, Jocelyn Gibson may have forgotten about the realm of magic, but it hasn't forgotten her. When Eric Hendricks is targeted by a demon, Joss must step in to battle the evil and save the town's awkward, but endearing, vet…who also happens to be the man she loves.

Joss's new inn, a culinary career specializing in cooking with lavender and a new love all make for a fine recipe of disaster. She needs to embrace her inner goddess and harness the powers she never knew she had before it's too late.

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Excerpt

The sting remained with Joss long after Eric fled the inn. Deep-rooted pain emanated from him when he'd first entered, and his palm against her arm sent an electric shock straight to her bones. The poor man. Grief kept him its prisoner. Joss understood how easy it was to fall into that dark trap. The way he'd held her, he sought escape. Comfort.

He awakened deep-seated sensations in her. In the few moments with him, she'd felt more alive than she had in three years.

So strange. Normally, one look allowed her to see the person inside. With Eric Hendricks, her receptivity went into overload. His soul, pent up for years, stirred to life and churned up love, fear, joy, hopelessness, yearning, jumbled and shifting faster than light. He displayed great strength in his firm stance and gentle touch. Beneath a hard veneer of sheer pain, one other trait came through clearly-purity of spirit, and integrity enough for many men.

The arrival of more guests drew Joss to the foyer again. Another matronly witch and an older man wearing a checked flannel shirt, jeans, and boots stepped inside, followed by a princess and a boy in a fabric turtle shell.

Joss recognized the girl as one of the riders whose horse was boarded at the inn's stable. After greeting them and pointing them toward refreshments, she returned to Lydia. "Sorry about Dr. Hendricks."

"Don't apologize. It's wonderful you have so many guests." Lydia fingered the flowers in the vase on the table.

One woman stood in the archway to the front room, her bright-eyed glare directed at Joss. Wearing a short white shift adorned with large red hearts, the woman held a wand topped with a glittering red heart.

Confused by the woman's malevolence, Joss approached and fought to overcome the negativity oozing from her. "Did you try some of the booscotti?"

The woman tilted up her chin. "I'm not hungry, Mrs. Gibson," came her familiar nasal reply.

Recognition finally hit. Of course-the girl who worked at the diner in town. "Sheree?"

At her curt nod, Joss forced a smile. "I love your costume."

Sheree's gaze darted her length. "Likewise."

What could be her problem? The woman wielded her wand like a weapon, ready to strike. "Please have a drink and make yourself at home."

"Thank you." Her narrowed eyes swept the room as if suspecting an ambush, and then she moved stiffly away.

Joss crossed the room to Lydia. "That was weird."

Lydia whispered, "Be careful of her."

"Sheree? I can't imagine why." Could she be nervous the inn would take away some of the diner's business? Though Joss would have liked to think it was the cause of her strange behavior, Sheree's vibes told Joss otherwise. Business had nothing to do with it. The waitress directed her bad juju at Joss personally. Had Joss unintentionally insulted Sheree? She'd barely met the woman.

Leaning close, her aunt spoke sternly, "I warned you to watch for others who seek the power of this place."

Sheree? Her aunt must be mistaken. The woman's terrible attitude resulted from something. Maybe an imagined slight? Joss would find a way to put Sheree at ease.

More guests entered, and Joss excused herself. She left Lydia deeply inhaling the air. Joss couldn't deny the charged atmosphere was one of the reasons she'd bought the place. Not to tap into any lines of power for herself, but maybe to enhance the lavender field she planned. Joss needed the garden to thrive so the inn would as well.







My Review

I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

Jocelyn Gibson is a descendant of the goddess Iris with magical powers of which she thought she had put on the back burner because of her husband. But Joss has been in morning for the past three years and decides it is time to move on with her life. So she buys an old bed and breakfast in the small town of Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania that she plans on renovating. She knows it is going to take a lot of time and hard work but she has her friend Annie and her family to help her.

Even though Joss is now trying to make a new life for herself she is still not ready or has no plans for another man in her life. That is until she meets the town vet who just happens to live and work across the street from the inn. Eric Hendricks like Joss is not ready for a relationship either. Joss is also morning his wife, Karen but when the two of them meet sparks start to fly. In the beginning they both try to fight the feelings they are having. Neither one of them knows excatly what is happing nor what they are feeling. They push their feelings away and try to hide them from themselves and everyone else. But they can't hide from other people.

I think Eric realizes before Joss how he feels about her and that he wants her in is life. But there is a woman that works at the diner in town who has her eyes set on Eric and will do whatever she has to; to make him hers even sell her soul to the devil. She makes a deal with a demon to get Eric. When Joss finds out she enlist the help of her family to help her save Eric before it is too late. Joss with the help of her Grandmother, Aunt and other family members must fight evil in order to save Eric, the inn, the town and the people who live there as well.

Goddess, Awakened is filled with love and evil that will have you feeling real good one minute and the next minute it will have you hanging on for your life or more like one of the character's lives. You just want to reach into the book and give the woman that was after Eric a shake and just tell her to leave him alone. But at the same time you knew that she couldn't totally be blamed for everything she was doing. The demon that she made the deal with is more to blame than her. Although she was evil from the beginning before the demon ever came into the picture or she would never had made a deal with him.

If you like reading about goddess, demons, love and goddess and demons fighting then you need to give Goddess, Awakened a try. I really liked reading about a older age group of main characters for a change, it was refreshing.



About The Author

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Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she'll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at her website and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.

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Sunday, August 3, 2014

Book Blitz: Aqua By M.A. George @ProximityAuth @GHBTours





Aqua
By- M.A. George
Genre- YA Paranormal
Publication Date- April 16th, 2014 

Meet Layla McKelland:  
Novelist (unpublished, but cut her some slack…seventeen is a bit early to despair),
Slightly neurotic introvert (Alright, let's be honest…there's no "slightly" about it),
International Woman of Mystery, and…
Okay, just scratch the bio. 

The only real "mystery" in Layla's life is why her father has never been on the scene.  Or why her mother drags Layla to a new coastal home every year.  

Nothing about the latest hometown seems too newsworthy…until a routine day at the beach leaves Layla questioning whether she's read one too many paranormal fantasy novels.  The plot thickens when a random guy claims to know things about her father-a bizarre claim he backs up with an equally impossible stunt.  And Layla soon finds herself on the wrong side of a mysterious attempted drowning…on her own kitchen floor.

When all is done, Layla will attest that fact is far stranger than fiction.  And nothing in real life is ever as transparent as it seems…Not even water. 

Especially not water.



   

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Blog Tour: Please, Pretty Lights By Ina Zajac @InaZajac @GHBTours




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Title- Please, Pretty Lights
By- Ina Zajac

Blurb:

It's September when Via Sorenson stumbles into a Seattle strip club, drunk and alone on her twenty-first birthday. Mattias and Nick-best friends, bandmates, and bouncers-can see she's not like the other girls and do their best to shield her from their shady, sadistic, cocaine-trafficking boss, Carlos. They don't realize her daddy issues come with a forty-million-dollar trust fund and a legacy she would do anything to escape.

She is actually the adult version of Violetta Rabbotino, the tragic little girl who had been all over the news ten years earlier when her father, an acclaimed abstract artist, came home in a rage, murdered her mother, then turned the gun on himself. Violetta was spared, hidden behind the family Christmas tree, veiled by the mysticism of its pretty lights whose unadulterated love had captivated and calmed her.

Now, desperate to shed her role as orphaned victim, Via is attempting to recast herself as a party girl by stage diving into a one-hundred-day adventure with Matt and Nick, the bassist and drummer of popular nineties cover band Obliviot. At first the rock-and-roll lifestyle is the perfect distraction. She gets high on true love, but the rush terrifies her. As Christmas looms closer, she can no longer deny her demented past. But how will she ever untangle herself from her twisted string of pretty lights?

Warning: Recommended for mature audiences due to explicit language, sexual content, and drug use.

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Excerpt:



Chapter 4



***Via



Via leaned against the side of the 7-Eleven and pounded her third mini bottle of chardonnay. After leaving the Space Needle, she had walked around the same block three times, past that same Pink Elephant Car Wash, three times. She couldn't find her car to save her life, which was proof she had no business behind the wheel anyway. She had called a cab company, but they could only take her as far as the West Seattle ferry terminal. If she were to walk onto the ferry, she would have to go to the upper deck and just knew she would run into people from church. And she didn't want to go home anyway. Her chest felt toasty warm.

She scarfed down her last mini powdered donut and threw away the wrapper. It was a sign, an actual, literal sign. In the next parking lot over, the Hotties marquee changed colors for the two-hundredth time-hot pink to purple to white, and then red, red, red, and then hot pink to purple to white. The letters flashed, "Gallery Night. She's a Masterpiece. Amateur Night. Win $750."

She had nowhere else to be. Screw it. Why not? Before she'd started dating Dan, she and her college roommates had often gone dancing at the Blue Tonic, a bar just over the Canadian border where the drinking age was just nineteen. Its big dance floor had two dancing platforms, each surrounded by a gilded cage awash in spotlights. Toward the end of the night, the bouncers invited a few girls to go inside and dance a song or two. Ceremoniously opening the side doors, the bouncers escorted the chosen ones inside. There was no lock. The bars were wide enough that the girls could climb out at any time. Via had gone in often and never gotten out early-not once. Drinks could wait, her bladder could wait, flirting could wait. A fire alarm could wait, because her time there had felt precious and fleeting, and her soul had wanted to stay and dance forever. Rarely making eye contact with the men watching her, she'd felt their lustful stares. She had fed on their energy and lit up from the inside out.

This is how it is supposed to be, she had realized, lost in the lights. Her opera-obsessed parents had chosen this life for her the day they had chosen the name Violetta over Brunhilde. The day they had chosen Verde over Wagner. They could have named her after a Norse warrior woman who rode a flying horse and kicked ass, but instead they'd chosen an Italian slut who coughed blood into a hanky. She could have gone by Hilde or Hil. Maybe she could have been brave. A badass.

The Hotties sign drew her in even more. The flashing neon began to morph, then hum and buzz. She blinked. Wait, she realized. Wait, she knew those lights. Their unadulterated love blazed toward her. They danced and shimmered just for her. They vibrated their epiphany. Pretend, pretend, they urged. Don't you remember? The recollection teased her, but retreated before she could fully recognize it. Instead she softened her focus, and let them blur and buzz and snap her into a new state of being.

She tucked her last mini bottle into her purse for later. While crossing over into the Hotties parking lot she tripped, but caught herself. She just laughed it off, too wasted to care. Should she take her mother's ring off? She wondered. No, it would be safest right where it was. She skimmed her thumb back and forth over it for luck, for courage. She didn't let herself pause at the tinted double doors for fear she would change her mind. Just one night dancing. Lost under the lights. She couldn't stand being alone with herself, so she would just be somebody else. Just for the night.



Playlist:

Please, Pretty Lights Setlist in order of appearance:

COMFORT EAGLE (Cake)

*BREED (Nirvana)

*ENTER SANDMAN (Metallica)

NICE GUYS FINISH LAST (Green Day)

SKILLS TO PAY THE BILLS (Beastie Boys)

*STIR IT UP (Bob Marley)

*I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW (Jimmy Cliff)

*ISLAND IN THE SUN (Weezer)

*ROCK-AND-ROLL LIFESTYLE (Cake)

*ALL THE SMALL THINGS (Blink 182)

BAD FISH (Sublime)

SUCK YOU DRY (Mudhoney)

GOTTA GET AWAY (The Offspring)

*THE NATIONAL ANTHEM (Radiohead)

*EVERLONG (Foo Fighters)

* ROYAL OIL (Mighty Might Bosstones)

*SONG FOR THE DEAD (Queens of the Stone Age)

*MAGIC FIRE MUSIC (Richard Wagner/The Ring Without Words)

WHEN THE ANGELS SING (Social Distortion)

CORDUROY (Pearl Jam)

SONG 2 (Blur)

*WELCOME TO PARADISE (Green Day)

*SANTA MONICA (Everclear)

*STRONG ENOUGH (Sheryl Crow)

Un De Felice (Verdi)



About the Author:

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Ina Zajac is an award-winning journalist, avid people watcher, and lover of quirk and contrast. Her writing is heavily influenced by her fascination with music, art, and her hometown of Seattle.

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Book Tour: Plumb Crazy By Molly Blaisdell @mollyblaisdell @swoonromance @NereydaG1003 #Giveaway




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Plumb Crazy
by Molly Blaisdell
Release Date: 06/10/14

Summary from Goodreads:

Small town country girl Elva Presley Hicks is about to attend her five-year class reunion with her best friends, Shay and Margarett.

The discovery of an old fanfic manuscript stirs up memories of her summer job as a plumber's helper in Houston the summer before senior year. She earned a lot of money that year, but was lonely as heck.

It's not like there weren't any suitors back then. Elva could have chosen between Chase, the obese pig farmer, and Wyatt, the plumber with wandering hands. But Elva yearned for something more, and found it that fateful summer, with electrician, Mitch McCall.

It was magical. Mitch wasn't turned off by Elva's name or fan fiction writing, and Elva didn't lose interest in Mitch after he cut off his nose at work.

Trials and triumphs followed including a friendship implosion, world-wide fanfic humiliation, and goat salvation. It would go down as the most memorable summer of high school.

But as these things sometimes do, the summer romance fizzled and Elva moved on to life after high school. And while she's ready to reminisce, she is unnerved when she runs into Mitch at the reunion. Can they give it another go after so much time has passed, or are they too different now to even try?

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My Dream Cast for Plumb Crazy

This is an ensemble story, so I need a pretty big cast.



Elva Presley Hicks- Hailee Steinfeld. She's the gal from the True Grit reboot. Hailee doesn't usually play comedy but I think she could. I also think that she would have the right amount of toughness to fit into a plumbing crew. We would buy that she could hold her own. We will also believe that she cares for her friends and that she aches for true connection with someone.

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Mitch McMcall- Carter Jenkins. He was the kid in TV show called Surface where the kid bonded with this alien sea monster thing. Carter is a perfect fit for Mitch. He's got the right angular face and intelligence in those eyes to bring Mitch to life. He's has a quiet presence and a shy persona too. I can imagine him playing an independent guy working hard for his dream and falling for a-not-so-average girl.

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1334396/



Margarett (One of the loser girls) - Clara Mamet. She plays the eldest daughter on The Neighbors. She would have fun with this role. I think she could pull off awkward and religious nut with ease.

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Chase Fleaso - Haley Joel Osmet. He was a cute kid and a wonderful actor from The Sixth Sense. He's not considered the most handsome guy now, and he struggles with his weight. He's a little old but I think he could do 17. He would bring the right amount of soul to the part and yet would also bring the right amount of awkward.

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Shay (One of the loser girls) - Zendaya Coleman. Zendaya is a Disney teen actress. I want someone with a little glamour and sophistication for this role, a young woman who exudes confidence, but at heart is someone who is really struggling. Zendaya is perfect.

http://zendaya.com/tag/zendaya-coleman/



Bobby Ray (25-year-old guy dating a high school student) - Garrett Hedlund. He starred in the Tron remake. I think he's the right amount of creepy and handsome.

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Wyatt (the plumber with the wandering hands) - Alexander Ludwig. He's on the series The Vikings and plays Bjorn Lothbrok. I just think he would dazzle Elva.

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Yves - Jack Black. I really believe the bit parts are important and he would have fun playing a plumber.



Mr. Bob -Tommy Lee Jones. It's a small part, a cameo really, but important. I need someone who can really say damn.



Pawpaw - I mean is there any question, William Shatner. Do I need to explain it?



Nonny - Kirstie Alley. Again perfect. Star Lt. Saavik from The Wrath of Khan and great comedy chops.



I think I love this movie!



About The Author:

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Molly Blaisdell is a dash of fun, mixed in with some smart cookie and a splash of capable. She started her first fan fiction group in junior high and never stopped writing. Today, she writes about geeky girls with lofty dreams and about the absolute craziness of falling in love. Her debut novel is PLUMB CRAZY, a NA/YA romantic comedy. She's also the author of 30 books for children and hundreds of articles. You can find her and her books at www.mollyblaisdell.com.

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Giveaway:





As well as the standard giveaway, the author of Plumb Crazy is also running her own giveaway for a signed copy of the book and a $100 gift card to Cavender's Authentic Western Wear.






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Cover Reveal: Incarcerated By Inger Iversen @kris10inger @GHBTours #Giveaway





Incarcerated
Love and War Standalone
By- Inger Iversen 
Genre- Adult Contemporary Romance
Expected Publication Date- TBA

One of the few white kids in a rural Kentucky town, Logan Whyte always kept to his own kind out of self-preservation. He never considered himself racist, but that didn't stop him from falling in with the wrong crowd that celebrated hate as much as he fought it - or from ending up in prison for eight years on an armed robbery charge.

A successful and educated black woman, Katie Andreassen is tired of being accused of betraying her own race. Her lonely isolation, coupled with her grief over losing her mother, inspire her to create a new pen pal program at Capshaw State Penitentiary, where her father is a warden.

The program brings together the unlikely pair, but Logan and Katie soon find themselves forced to overcome past fears and prejudices. Their friendship doesn't come easily - threatened by a crooked lawyer with a grudge and a best friend who betrays her promise to help.

When faced with a world that forces them apart, Logan and Katie must show everyone else what they have discovered: that love is, in fact, colorblind.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Blog Tour: Suburban Terrors By Pauline Montagna @PaulineMontagna @MkgConnections




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Suburban Terrors
By Pauline Montagna

Blurb:

Do we really know what secrets lurk behind the tall fences and locked doors of our city's suburbs?

Here are twelve stories that delve into that mysterious realm. You'll find a few thrills, a touch of horror, a ghost or two… and much more.

' …these stories are all entertaining, compelling, and enjoyable, making this the perfect book for bedtime or public transport reading. It's a great book to have in your bag, ready for the next break in the day. Georgina Laidlaw, Australian Reader

Where to Buy the Book

As an eBook for $2.99

Author's website
Smashwords

As a Paperback for $12.79

Lulu



Sample Story

The Dognappers

It was all Dave's idea, I swear. He figured it was easy money. Grab a dog (you had to make sure it was well looked after, no use picking a stray) ring the owners and demand a ransom. Easy. I mean it's not like you're grabbing a kid or anything. We just needed some quick cash, just to see us through 'til the crop headed.

But it was me that found the dog. A little black thing it was. Just a puppy really. Dave said it looked like a big black rat. I thought it might be a fox terrier, or maybe a cross, part labrador or something. Anyhow, it came to me when I called it, all trusting and wagging its little tail and looking at me with its big black eyes, while Dave jumped on it from behind with this sack. It struggled a bit when we shoved it in the car, but it didn't make a sound.

When we got it home we took it out to the backyard. I had this old lead from when we had a dog, a big pit bull terrier, but someone came over the back fence and poisoned it and stole our crop. Dave wanted to get another one, but I couldn't stand it. I loved that old terrier. Maxy, his name was. Anyhow, we had this old lead, so I used it to tie the dog to the clothesline. Used one of those really good knots I learned in the boy scouts so it wouldn't get loose.

The dog had a collar with the owners' phone number, but no name. I asked Dave if we should ring the owners straight away, but he said wait a bit and let them stew. He said they'd pay more that way.

So we left the dog and went to the pub.

We got home pretty late because Dave was meeting this bloke he knew who was selling us one of those big plasma TVs off the back of a truck. He was only asking $500. Dave loves his footy and I don't mind a good flick now and then, you know, one with a good car chase. So we had to wait 'til well after dark for him to turn up and then we had to have a couple of drinks with him. He was trying to sell Dave an indoor gym as well. He had to be joking. Anyhow, Dave was trying to put him off without admitting he didn't have any more money. Once we'd got home and brought the telly inside it was well after midnight before we remembered to feed the dog.

When I saw the mess I just swore to buggery. You should've seen it. Chewed up marijuana plants thrown around all over the lawn. And they were just about to head, too. Dave came racing out. When he saw it he roared. 'Where's that fucking dog? I'll kill the fucking cunt.'

I got to the dog first. I could've killed it myself. When it saw me it got up, wagging its little tail and looking at it me with its big black eyes. I'll give you wagging your little tail I was thinking, but then I saw it couldn't've been the dog. It was still tied to the clothesline just as we'd left it, same knot tied in the same way and all. I showed it to Dave. He was still so angry he'd've given the dog a good kicking anyway, but I made him see sense. Whatever the little mongrel had done, it meant money to us, money we'd need more than ever now. Dave gave the shed door a good thumping instead.

The next morning I cleaned up the mess, but it wasn't 'til I went to feed the birds that I saw the worst of the damage. They were all lying still in the bottom of the aviary, their little claws stuck up in the air. And there wasn't a mark on them.

That night Dave rang the owner while I listened on the extension. A woman answered. Dave put on this really tough deep voice. 'We've got your dog. It'll be five thousand dollars if you ever want to see it again.' Dave reckoned that was fair compensation for losing the crop.

There was nothing for a moment on the other end, then she said, 'Is the dog all right?' She sounded worried, but pretty calm.

'For now,' Dave said.

'I'm just a pensioner,' she said. 'I can't pay five thousand dollars.'

'You will if you want your dog back in one piece.'

'You won't hurt the dog, will you?'

Dave just laughed. 'We'll give you another ring soon. You think about it.'

'I'll call the police.'

'No you won't, love. Not if you ever want to see your dog alive, you won't.'

Dave gave me a grin as he hung up. 'She'll pay.'

Dave had bought another plant from a mate, just for our personal use, so we decided to put the dog to bed in the outside laundry, just in case. I tied it up to the pipes with a good strong knot. We left it sitting on top of the washing machine and bolted the door. We didn't hear a peep all night.

The next morning I got up and went outside for a piss. I thought I might check up on the dog, give it a drink of water or something, when I saw all this water coming from under the door. I unbolted the door and jumped back. It opened by itself and all this filthy water came pouring out. I thought the dog must've drowned, but when I looked in it was sitting on the washing machine, just where we left it the night before. The taps were running and the trough had overflowed. I rushed in and turned off the taps and then looked around. It was a bloody fright. All the dirty clothes we'd left in the washing machine were torn up and thrown all over the place. There were even bits hanging from the rafters. Everything was covered in soap powder, and all the bottles were open and the stuff inside emptied out all over the place making this sticky goo. But when I checked out the dog it was completely clean and dry and when he stood up you could see the spot under him was clean, too.

We rang the owner again that afternoon. I'd managed to clean up most of the mess before Dave got up, but I had to tell him what happened. He wasn't too happy, but the old woman wouldn't budge. 'I still can't pay you,' she told us.

'Look, lady,' Dave said, 'you've got a nice little dog there. You wouldn't want to see it come to any harm, would you? There are places that'd pay good money to get their hands on a healthy specimen like him. Would you like that?'

'No, I wouldn't,' she said, 'but I just don't have the money.'

'All right,' Dave said. 'What about two thousand dollars? You think about that and we'll call you tomorrow.'

That night we emptied everything out of the old broom cupboard off the kitchen and put the dog in there. Dave screwed a huge bolt to the door and we even wedged a chair under the door handle. There was no way he was going to get into any mischief in there.

But the next morning I was woken up by Dave bellowing like a wounded bull. I rushed out to see what was wrong. There were broken CDs and DVDs all over the living room. The videos had all been unwound and the tapes were all tangled up together. And the brand new plasma TV was lying smashed up on the floor. Screaming like a banshee, Dave ran out to the kitchen and pulled the carving knife out of the drawer. 'Where's that fucking dog?' he yelled. 'I'm going to kill it.'

He pulled the chair away from the cupboard door and unbolted it. I stood back (I'm not good with blood) but Dave stopped in his tracks, the knife still in midair. I peaked over his shoulder. The dog was still tied up inside, wagging its tail and looking at us with its big black eyes.

Dave backed out and turned and looked at me like he was in shock or something. I sat him in a chair and took the knife off him. I made him a cup of coffee and sat down with him, but we had nothing to say to each other.

That day, I talked to the dog's owner. 'Look, lady, we know you don't have much money, so we'll do a deal with you. We can give you the dog for a thousand dollars.'

But she wasn't ready to deal. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'That's still too much.' And she hung up on us.

We put the dog in the aviary that night. We tied it up with two strong ropes so it could barely move. We locked the door and tied it shut with another strong rope, making sure the knot was well out of reach. And they were good knots too, the strongest ones I'd learnt in the boy scouts. There was no way it could get out of there. Then we went inside and locked all the doors and shut all the windows.

But I tossed and turned all night. I kept having these dreams about the little dog sneaking around the house, looking for some more mischief. I finally fell into a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning, so I didn't wake up until late. Still pretty groggy, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and found Dave lying unconscious on the floor. One leg and an arm were lying at funny angles and he was bleeding and bruised all over. While I was waiting for the ambulance, he came to. He couldn't tell me what happened, just that he'd got up in the night to get a drink of water and fell over something. He said it was something warm and moving.

After the ambulance took Dave to the hospital, I went out to look at the dog. It was sitting, just as we left it, tied up in the aviary, looking at me with its big black eyes.

I rang the owner again that afternoon. I couldn't let Dave down altogether so I asked for five hundred dollars.

'I'm sorry,' she said, really cool like. 'I've already told you. I'm a pensioner.'

There was no use carrying on so I asked her for her address and said I'd bring the dog round to her. I thought maybe she'd give me something for my trouble, but she refused to tell me and hung up on me.

I was at home all alone with the dog that night. I put it back in the aviary and tied it up. I locked and tied the aviary up. Then I took all the heavy things I could find in the shed and the backyard and put them in front of the door and all around it. I locked all the doors and windows in the house. I went to my room, locked the door and moved a chest of drawers in front of it. But I still didn't feel safe. I sat up all night, and all night I could hear something outside my bedroom door, scratching and knocking.

In the morning the noises had stopped, but I was still too scared to go out. I called the owner on my mobile. I begged her to come and get the dog. I swore I wouldn't hurt either of them.

She didn't say anything for a while, then she said, 'All right. Tell me your address. But if there's any trouble I'll call the police.'

Quarter of an hour later, I opened the door to this really weird looking woman. She was tall and sort of elegant, pretty young looking for a pensioner, except that she had this really long white hair. She was wearing a long black dress with all these symbols sewn on it in red. And she had these really blue eyes that looked right through you.

'I've come for the dog,' she said, 'and no funny business.'

I wasn't going to give her any trouble.

I took her out to the backyard and let the dog out. It jumped straight into her arms and licked her all over. She laughed and kissed it back, talking baby talk to it.

As I took her back through the house to the front door she looked around and said, 'Where's your friend? I thought there were two of you.'

I told her he was in hospital.

She gave this cold, cruel smile and said, 'Well, he should be safe there.'

I opened the front door to see her out. Ours is only a short street and I know everyone's car. There were no strange cars in the street. Where we'd picked up the dog was at least an hour's drive away, and I knew she lived in the same area because of her phone number. I couldn't help asking, 'How did you get here?'

She gave me a knowing grin that gave me this cold feeling.

Before I knew it I was shoving a hundred dollars into her hand for a taxi.

'That's very generous of you,' she said with that same grin, stuffing the note down her dress. She looked around for the dog. It had gone exploring up and down the street. 'Here, Satan,' she called to him, 'let's go home.'



About the Author:

Pauline Montagna was born into an Italian family in Melbourne, Australia. After obtaining a BA in French, Italian and History, she indulged her artistic interests through amateur theatre, while developing her accounting skills through a wide variety of workplaces culminating in the Australian film industry. In her mid-thirties, Pauline returned to university and qualified as a teacher of English as Second Language, a profession she pursued while completing a Diploma of Professional Writing and Editing. She has now retired from teaching to concentrate on her writing. She has published two books, The Slave, an historical romance set in Medieval Italy and Suburban Terrors, a short story collection.

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