The Pit & the Passion at N. N. Light's Today & Giveaway!

Please drop by N. N. Light’s fabulous Mini Mystery event. Tune in TODAY,  Sunday, August 15 at 6 am to enjoy a taste of The Pit and the Passion: Murder at the Ghost Hotel. I have a delightful excerpt wherein we find the Ghost.

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At midnight, in the darkness of a deserted hotel, comes a scream and a splash. Eighty-five years later, workmen uncover a skeleton in an old elevator shaft. Who is it, and how did it get there? To find out, Charity Snow, ace reporter for the Longboat Key Planet, teams up with Rancor Bass, best-selling author. A college ring they find at the dig site may prove to be their best clue.

Although his arrogance nearly exceeds his talent, Charity soon discovers a warm heart beating under Rancor’s handsome exterior. While dealing with a drop-dead gorgeous editor who may or may not be a villain, a publisher with a dark secret, and an irascible forensic specialist, Charity and Rancor unearth an unexpected link to the most famous circus family in the world.

 

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Enjoy!

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The Pit & the Passion at N. N. Light's Mystery Event

 Please drop by N. N. Light’s fabulous Mini Mystery event. Tune in on Sunday August 15 at 6 am to enjoy a taste of The Pit and the Passion: Murder at the Ghost Hotel. I have a delightful excerpt wherein we find the Ghost.

https://www.nnlightsbookheaven.com/mystery-and-suspense-bookish-event

 While you’re there, be sure to enter the Rafflecopter contest to win an Amazon gift card.

Enjoy! 

The Running of the Bulls

She had watched the men running

At Pamplona

She had pursed her lips at their

Palpable fear

Women frown at the sexual contradiction, the beast chasing the man

At least the ones who are tired of sex.

 

Those who still warm to a touch on a nipple

Sigh

And accept both the beast and the man.

 

Zelda took a shower in the middle of the afternoon

She had dreamed of making love in the heat behind the shades

Of a fan-driven hotel in Merida.

It was only a dream.

Even so, trickles of sweat formed between her thighs and at the small of her back as she

Remembered the dream

 

She ordered a martini and took it to the balcony

To watch the bulls.

Zelda not on the highway

She remembers

Slow dancing before the mirror in her

Atelier.

She holds the negligee before her like a shield

That will protect her from the truth.

 

She was in a room

In a pension and

Her lover

Had faded off like the line in a divided highway

At night

As the

Battery died.

 

No need to put the negligee on

No one there

From the Grave, or: Too many zombies

Pop pop

Little popping sounds of  rain on my windowsill

Keep me company

Along with Otis.

 

Otis takes care of me when Zelda is away.

His face is very demonstrative

When I’m being stupid his mouth turns down and his eyes are cold

When I use my brain to better advantage he grins

It took me ages to realize that one side of his china face goes down and the other up

Which is a blessing because now

Depending on my mood

 I can turn him and receive

Confirmation.

 

Zelda has been gone about a year.

She left to avoid watching me slowly pass away it’s

Not like her to give up but I was immoveable

On the barstool

A feast of agony

Gorging on pain

Awash in cocktail seas

I ate nothing but salt and

Drank nothing but whiskey

For days, or was it months?

And still I berate my fate as though she were here to listen

As though the bar were still open

As though I were still alive.