[The real estate agent] stepped closer and smiled tightly. “Mr. Trent,” she said in a low voice, “It is a house. It is a property that I am trying to sell. And that is all. Mr. Lacey has requested that you be granted access, and that’s his right. But I would appreciate it if you left me out of it – and didn’t go blabbing your mouth and making my job harder.”
Steven tilted his head. “You did see something, didn’t you?”
Read an excerpt of my novel Haunted here at Blog-A-Licious Authors!
I wrote nearly 1k words in a half hour sprint last night, reaching my 2k goal before midnight with two minutes to spare. Booyah.
This paranormal tale is having surprisingly little paranormal stuff going on. I think I’ll have to add more during editing.
I’m in the one Starbucks in Tuscaloosa (the ones in Target and Barnes & Noble totally don’t count). About ten minutes ago, there was a guy in here who was screaming at all the Asian patrons about the Korean War. When one of the baristas came to throw him out, I thought he was going to hit her. I’m still anxious that he’s going to come back with a gun and shoot the place up. This will probably make its way into my writing. If, you know, I’m not murdered by crazy Korean War guy…