So basically I'm cursing at myself, drooling on my computer, and typing like a madwoman.
Since I can't come up with anything to blog about, I thought I'd share an unedited page from the manuscript.
Hope you enjoy it!
“Is there someone else here?” Angel asked, a note of tension creeping into his voice as he realized the shower was running.
“No,” I replied.
“No?” The dark haired man wearing a Navy t-shirt that strained to contain his bulging biceps crossed his arms over his chest.
“I was giving the little guy a sauna treatment, figured some steam would be good for his skin.”
Angel shook his head, making it clear he didn’t believe me.
Rushing over to the bathroom, I threw open the door, turned off the running water, and carried out the terrarium.
Angel tried to look around me to see if there was anyone else there. He didn’t seem satisfied that the tiny room was now unoccupied.
“Haven’t you ever heard of the Geneva Conventions,” God spluttered.
“Confections Godiva?” DeeDee asked.
“Geneva Conventions, you grammatically-challenged cretin. They exist to protect prisoners of war.”
“Bless your heart, you’re not a POW,” Piss reminded him from beneath the couch.