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NEWSLETTER Amy Rachiele, Author

Hello and Happy September!  september newsletter keep calm

The weather has yet to cool, but I can feel Fall creeping up on us. While I’ve had a rocky last few months, I’m charging full speed ahead with new projects, stories, and more–just for you. Below are some sneak peeks of what I’ve been up to, Chapter 1 of Enforcing Fate, sample audio of Mobster’s Angel, and my blog post on the Willing Suspension of Disbelief.

The Willing Suspension of Disbelief.

“Suspension of disbelief  or willing suspension of disbelief is a term coined in 1817 by the poet and aesthetic philosopher  Samuel Taylor Coleridge , who suggested that if a writer could infuse a “human interest and a semblance of truth” into a fantastic tale, the reader would suspend judgment concerning the implausibility of the narrative. Suspension of disbelief often applies to fictional works of the action, comedy, fantasy, and horror genres.” Wikipedia

Why does it exist? Why do we feel compelled to push ourselves into another world? We already have one we are living in now. Books, movies, and even music transform us and transport us to a new world and place. We allow ourselves to be taken.
We don’t have to till the fields or milk the cows anymore, or build our own houses. But yet hundreds of years ago people in poverty, middle-class, and even the elite traveled to coliseums and cheered when thespian troops ventured to their towns. Shakespearean plays performed offered an escape to leave the world for a couple of hours and be transformed into another. Books were a luxury and copies were passed down from generation to generation.

The willing suspension of disbelief is an amazing ideology and sometimes we definitely need it to get away from our own lives to settle back and relax and let someone else do the work. Human nature wants to be entertained.
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Mobster’s Angel is working its way towards a downloadable audio book!Stay tuned, even more audio books to come!
Teaser for Enforcing Fate, Alex and Meryl’s Story Chapter 1 (Unedited).
Short Story for Men of Mayhem: A Mafia Anthology

Release Date December 1st.
Chapter 1
Meryl
 He’s dead. The words roll about in my head as I swirl the amber whiskey in my glass around and around staring at it slosh. The casino I’m at is busy tonight. The lights are low but the sounds of the slots are loud.

I tip my drink to my lips, gulp the rest of it down and slide the glass across the bar for a refill without leaving my stool. The guy tending is someone I haven’t seen before. I have been spending my nights here since I moved to Chicago right after it happened. I couldn’t face our home, our stuff, or even our car when it was finally over. I sold or gave it all away and left as fast as a seven-forty-seven could take me. His death didn’t leave me destitute but it left me alone.

My phone dings with a text from a friend I hardly ever saw when he was alive.

“How are you?” she asks.

I click the delete button. I’m not ready to talk. I can’t hear it again, “You’re so young. You’ll meet someone else. It’s too bad you never had kids.”

The calls from aunts I haven’t spoken to in ten years really piss me off. I wasn’t worth a call when I was married, why am I worth a call now that I am a thirty-four-year-old widow?

I look up at a different bartender. He’s scrounging under the bar not really seeming to know what he’s doing. His dark brown hair is on the long side and hangs in his eyes. I watch him shove it out of the way miffed.

“Excuse me.” I tap my finger on the shiny granite. “I’ll have another when you get a chance.” He is busy, engrossed in pouring and figuring out how to use the tap and agitated. I watch him. It makes me stifle a giggle. Clearly, this is not what he is cut out for.

He doesn’t look at me when he says, “It’s coming. Give me a minute.”

Oh, he’s ruffled. I cover my mouth with the back of my hand attempting not to laugh at him instead of being bothered by his attitude.

“Are you new?” I can’t stop myself from asking.

“No, I’m not new.” He barks low aggravated. “I’ve worked here practically my whole life.” He snaps up to full height with a whiskey bottle in one hand and a clean glass in the other.

I giggle because his mannerisms are so cute.

“Okay.” I keep my laugh as contained as I can.

He’s staring. So I turn to see what is behind me. People are going back and forth to slot machines and roulette tables that are near the bar. I twist back around and my drink is directly in front of me.

“Thank you,” I toss out scooping it up. Instead of going back to his prep area or helping others around me, he is standing before me.

“I have a running tab,” I tell him assuming he is waiting for me to pay him. Awkwardly, he grabs a rag from below and wipes down my area. He is concentrating on his own movements intensely like he wants to stay right here but is embarrassed to look at me.

“So,” I start. “You have worked here practically your whole life, huh? I guess not as a bartender though?

“Security,” he states firmly.

“I would say that is definitely the opposite of tending bar.” I lift my glass again.

“Alex!” A dark haired guy calls to him. His head shoots towards the voice. “Bobby is here.”

“I’m good!” he calls back.

The guy who called over has a face twisted in confusion.

“I think he is letting you know that you are all set,” I offer taking a swig of my drink before turning my attention back to the two men. “Bobby is a regular bartender here.” The one who should be serving drinks instead. I down the last drops of my whiskey and reach into my purse for my credit card.

“It’s on the house,” he says quietly still intent on wiping the counter. My brows furrow in confusion. I don’t know what to do. This has never happened to me before. I dip my fingers into my wallet and put a twenty on the bar. Alex, I assume that is his name, pushes it back towards me. “I said it is on the house.” His voice is commanding with a touch of darkness. It is the kind of voice that exudes danger. He is the total opposite of the fumbling cute guy from a few minutes ago. His demeanor has transformed.

He has flustered me so I squeak out a very low thank you shoving the twenty back in my bag and zip for the casino exit.
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Mobster’s Bones is LIVE!

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Mobster’s Bones by Amy Rachiele

(Book 5 in Mobster Series or a stand alone)

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“Then let me explain something to you.” He puts his arm around my shoulder like a very bad scene from the Godfather. “You are friends with them. In turn that makes you friends with me… and Antonio is marrying Megan, your friend. Antonio is going to be the Boss. We treat friends like family. That means you are friends with, and practically family with, all of us.”
~ Vito, Mobster’s Bones

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Introducing Living Human

Living Human, by Adri Sinclair
-By Adri Sinclair

“I didn’t do it!” She shouted, her body being dragged off by two pairs of wings attached to The Guards.

“According to our witnesses, you did, and more. You’re going down, all the way down.” The voice from behind was practically pushing her out the door.

It was all a misunderstanding. She had no idea the room was full of naked men, and she certainly didn’t know why they were naked. She had nothing to do with the vanishing clothes, nor the rampant magic set loose on them. OK, it is fair to think she might have had something to do with this, but in all honesty – she was a bit more picky about her victims. She would never choose a bunch of cry-baby, emotionally unstable, eunuchs!

“Salsa, sit down please.” She sat herself down and wonder why they always made this such a schlep out of everything? The empty room and empty faces did not scare her at all, and if she could, she’d actually give this place a overhaul. Perhaps a dash of yellow on the white canvass walls. Oe! A sparkly gem at the end of the light-switch. She could imagine a wonderful…

“Salsa! I’m talking to you.” Oh right, he was. She turned to look who she got this time, and then she gawked. How did he become a chaperone? He always instigated trouble first – which she always took the brunt for.
“Dillan? What the hell man?” She waved her hands over him. “Suited and everything! I don’t believe this.”
“Do you have any idea what I went through to make sure when this day come I get to be here?” He growled under his breath at her. “And believe me, I knew this day would come!”
Salsa pinched her fingers over the bridge of her nose. She’s had so many lectures today, what was one more.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked sarcastically.
“What? No!” He pushed the stack of papers over the wooden desk, the swishing sound drawing her attention. Dropping her hand onto the table with a bang, she started reading out loud.
“… blah-blah blah… evicted… blah blah blah…. to live with humans…. blah blah blah…. return with clean slate.”

Swirling the pen like baton, she wriggled her signature onto the paper. There was no point trying to argue any more. They’ve made up their minds, she’s guilty and now she’s going to earth.

To where the humans live. To … A sly grin spread across her face and she wrinkled her nose before she whispered. “You set me up! It was you!”
Dillan’s face took on a mocking serious presentation, his mouth open in a large ‘o’ and his eyes stretched to model after saucers. His fingers pushed against his chest in a spider formation and when he spoke, the exaggerated disdain became almost comical.
“Would I do a thing like that? How dare you Miss Salsa Honey?” He raked the documents back, closing his mouth firmly, checking over the signatures.
“You would. You did!” She cried out. “Whyyyyy?”
“Eh, I got bored. Figured I’ve been a good lad for long enough. Shall we skedaddle?” He stood up from the desk, the chair screeching behind him. In the one corner of his mouth was a cocky curl and devils were dancing around the hazel flecks in both his eyes. This was the Dillan she knew.

Salsa and Dillan arranged their faces to look sad and solemn on her part; and authoritative and gloomy on his. It was only the sparkle behind the two hazel sets of eyes, which might have given away their real excitement. That is, if anyone bothered to look. Truth was, most avoided eye-contact with the chaperones and they avoided the criminals altogether for fear of catching mischief. Salsa mused about this. She thought it ridiculous how being adventurous was treated like a rash – how someone with said rash was considered contagious. If only.

She turned her attention back to her companion. “How many trips have you made down?” Salsa asked, chewing on a long strip of red liquorice.
“None, I saved myself for you.” He answered. “Not worth going at it alone.”
“Huh.” The sound she made was a familiar one between them. It could easily be replaced with ‘Well, what do you know?’ or something similar.

For the rest of this, please read it free here:  Living Human 
Thank you!! [As always, I am a new writer, crits and shares, and general help always most welcome!]

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Read FREE Award Winning Trilogy from Science Fiction Author Massimo Marino

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Hello, I’m a physicist. I worked at the CERN laboratory in Switzerland for 10 years, then moved to the US to join the Lawrence Berkeley Lab in California. I then moved to the private sector with Apple Inc. at the European Head Quarters in London, and then with the World Economic Forum in Geneva/Cologne. I’m self-published and I have refused twice to sign a contract with a publisher:

Nowadays, most are out of touch with reality in what they offer writers.

Today I’d like to introduce Kindlemojo’s Books and Bacon readers and followers to my award winners novels of “The Daimones Trilogy,” and to the holiday ongoing PROMOTION for Vol. 1,

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The trilogy is a post-apocalyptic story where one of the dominant races in the galaxy culls the human race for inscrutable reasons.

Vol.1, “Daimones”, introduces readers to a silent but deadly invasion that leaves the few survivors befuddled, wary, and broken.

51XqWB3lsvL._SL250_Dan Amenta and his family awake one day in a world where everyone is dead but no evidence points to a cause. Initial searches for survivors yield nothing and—in panic—the family turns their house into a stronghold.

Eventually, they find Laura, a young, sexy, and disruptive girl who have seen…things. Her presence adds questions about what is moral and ethical in this new reality. She manages to win their hearts…and leads Dan to temptation. Laura reveals her panicking encounter with strange entities which Dan recognizes in his childhood hallucinations.

Vol.2, “Once Humans”,

OHMankind is undergoing rebirth, the spared ones are closely watched by the Selected: the transgenic beings created by the Moîrai. People thrive with the aliens’ support and peace and security reign on Eridu, as the planet Earth is known by the Moîrai and in the galaxy. But peace and security of the cradle are shattered by acts of sabotage set to disrupt the fragile balance of the fledgling communities.

The events reveal a cosmic conspiracy—and involving other races—full of betrayal and fear, being hatched with the hope of pushing the world perilously close to the brink of self-destruction.

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“Vol 3, “The Rise of the Phoenix”, sees the death of the last spared human on Earth.

TRotPThe new race of man—the Selected and their progeny—has no more moral obligations, and its leadership can now prepare for revenge. Confusion, sadness, and fear mix into Dan’s mind, and doubts accompany him as he becomes the leader of transgenic humans. A new neurological drug, Fusion, is heavily produced on Eridu and has created the path for a rapid evolution of the new humans, richness and good fortune.

The past events–Daimones Trilogy Vol.2–revealed the crucial role the humans have in the galaxy organization…and made them aware of their strength.

Once Hope, the last surviving daughter of Dan Amenta leaves this life, a moral obligation suddenly is no more. Things can change, and they must. A new order and a new course will put in place the events the Moîrai have sewn and destined to rip apart the foundations of the galaxy.

PA novels are often about cataclysmic events, survivors fending off dangers at every page, zombie attacks, aliens destroying everything for inscrutable reasons, or as a fulfillment of a religious prophecy. Daimones is different. The novel places a few survivors in a world that experienced a planetary culling of humankind, one with no immediate or apparent cause. The Apocalypse has arrived yet the ‘why’ and ‘how’ remain unknown in a frustrating and fearful reality for Dan Amenta and his family. They will grow, and the Selected will part more and more from the ‘spared ones.’ in subtle ways.

Daimones Trilogy is a sci-fi for the thinking person and who loves to envision a story through a growing, and complex character personality. Written as a journey into what makes humans what they are.

Readers not accustomed to sci-fi have received the story well, too, as romance and love haunt Dan at every page.

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While Vol.1 targets a more mature audience (not exactly teens), Vol.2 and Vol.3 feature more action scenes and faster paces as the direct confrontation with the aliens unfolds, thus they both can attract younger readers, too.

Oh – and it would be great if you left your review.

With best regards,

Massimo Marino

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FREE EBOOK! Silencing Joy by Amy Rachiele

I scream. I couldn’t help it. I jump up and whack my head on the bottom of a bleacher. My hand flies immediately to the lump forming. I start running while bent in half. I try to get out.
I don’t.

Suddenly, my hair is yanked back. I shriek as my hands automatically go to the back of my head. My heart races in terror. I bend backwards from the yank and then fall to my knees.
~Joy, Silencing Joy

Joy is the type of person that goes about her business, stays out of people’s way, and keeps to herself. Everything changes one night at a football game.
Have you ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Follow Joy as she discovers what wrong place and wrong time actually mean.

Kara shifted in her seat and her foot slipped. Something pulled on it.
A hand came around her mouth and she was falling. Kara found herself flat on the ground in the dirt and trash under the bleachers.
A cloth was slipped over her mouth and tied behind her head. Someone flipped her over like a hog, tying and dressing it for a roast over a spit. Kara’s hands were yanked and bound behind her back with thick rope.
~Kara, Silencing Joy

Romance, action-adventure, mature YA
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Rachiele has a very personal and personable writing style. She tells a vividly raw and shockingly real story that you can’t help but get caught up in. This story is very emotionally charged. It’s cool & disturbing all at the same time. Her descriptions, as well as her storytelling, are understated yet won’t let you go. The story itself had me captivated. It’s vivid without being over the top.

Rachiele flips perspective between a variety of characters. With some you’re vey engaged and caught up in the tale. With others, it’s like you’re standing on the sidelines. This adds an extra layer of complexity to the tale. You get to know all of the characters in the story without leaving anyone in the dust. ~Jonel, Canada

Overall, this story was exhilarating, thought provoking, & thoroughly enjoyable. I didn’t ever want it to end.Silencing Joy ebook cover

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Mobster’s Bones is Coming! Book 5 in the Mobster Series by Amy Rachiele

Mobsres_bones_copy (1) Add to your TBR list Mobster’s Bones Troy and Alessandra’s Story from the Mobster Series by Amy Rachiele
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Sink Your Teeth into Bite-Sized Horror Stories

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Bite-sized horror stories perfect for a quick weekend read!

 

Who says horror stories have to be long to be terrifying? In this collection of flash fiction stories, murder is done out of habit, impulsively, framed on someone else, and carefully planned and executed.

…Which type of murder story sends chills down your spine?

Book excerpt:

“This was Melony’s first night shift at the fast food brunch. Melony’s boss had made her clean the entire kitchen and it was her anger for him that helped her finish the job instead of collapsing on the floor. She couldn’t wait to finish as soon as possible so she could go back home.

She isn’t afraid of walking alone in the streets at 2 a.m. in the middle of winter. Everyone must have fallen asleep by now. Even psychos prefer their warm bed to a murder on a cold winter night.

But cold is making her fasten her pace. If she keeps it up, she will be home in 10 minutes and crawl into her warm bed. “You can do this, you can do this,” she keeps whispering to the little voice inside her head, whining that she can’t do it.

What is that noise behind her? Footsteps? No, it can’t be. She’s sure of that; however, she’s not turning back to check it out. She is fastening her pace even more.

But the noise behind her is not stopping…”

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Sybrina **New Release**

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“May I kiss you, Miss Sybrina?”

Darkening irises show me the fire that burns under her skin.  She wants me, just as much as I want her.  Her entire body stiffens except her head, which nods very subtly yes.  I reach out my arm to caress her around the waist, hauling her close to me.  I stare into her eyes that are distinctly thirsty with need, using my hand to tip her head up and lean down, pressing my lips to hers.  My need is triumphant, reveling in the sensation, kicking away the blandness that tortures my spirit and replaced by sweet berries in springtime.   A flood of core memories stabs at the vibrancy awakened in me.  The touching and kissing become ravenous, stronger than bloodlust. Sybrina is wild with passion… for me.  My hold tightens and my hands roam, wanting more.  It is a feverish awareness that in all my long years I have never experienced.

An alarm whirrs in the deep recess of my mind.  Sybrina is fighting against me.  The cloud of passion pops like a boil.  Audible now is her struggle to be free of me.

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Excerpt from The first Novella – Memoir of a Gray Divorcee

I stopped in Arkansas after leaving New York City and my married life of 22 years.  Little did I know the course my life was about to take… Meet Pepper: She likes poetry, Eric Clapton, Furry handcuffs and Hot Candle Wax.  Novella #1 here.

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My waitress wore an oval name tag on her uniform dress on which the name “Pepper” was stamped in black letters. She appeared to be around 28 years old and bore no ring on her left hand. Her hair was long, fine, brownish and was held back in a loose pony tail by a scrunchy. This gave her an innocent, yet devious look as she smiled and lowered her eyes shortly after mine met hers. As I’d said I have been practiced holding my gaze on the hardened population of New York City women for years. It’s a powerful thing to hold a gaze with a woman until she looks away. It is especially powerful when coupled with a slight smile and if she decides to break contact in a downward motion. A sign of submission; I like that.
Her uniform was traditional white with red fringe, a one piece waitress dress stamped out in some Chinese sweat shop. It appeared to be about half a size small on her and was stretched tightly around her waist and chest forcing her perfectly formed smallish breasts upward to the point of conservative teasing at the neck V which was held in place by a single large and straining white ornamental button. The thick polyester material molded around her just tightly enough to give me an idea of her true frame which was hidden beneath, which was surly firm and spectacular. I felt the unfamiliar sensation of testosterone as it began surging through my body. Before I had signed the divorce papers I had always managed to keep it in check. Now the willpower to do so was no longer needed and I squashed it immediately and with a definite finality.
I began to let nature take its course unchecked. There was no need for restraint anymore. No feeling of guilt. I had removed the governor from my mind’s carburetor. My body was no longer a U-haul van loping down the highway at a prescribed speed limit, it was an iRoc Z and I felt the need to drop the hammer.
Sometimes you have to say: “What the fuck?” “What the fuck” gives you freedom…”
Oh God, it’s that little turd from Risky Business, Booger. No wait, that was Revenge of the Nerds. In Risky Business his name was Miles.
It had been years since Miles had made an appearance. Parts of my brain, and body were awakening from a long winter’s hibernation. A sudden surge of adrenaline flooded my body as I turned to face Pepper at the booth.
You better go easy on that…
Shut up, Oprah.
Time had come to repeat the experiment once more, only this time all the safety equipment was to be removed, no goggles, no gloves, and no thick white lab coat. I was in new territory and I felt a little nervous, unsure of the outcome in a new set of theoretical steps I was to be taking. Reading about all of this for years was one thing, but applying these theories in a practical setting to their intended conclusion was another. But hey, if Theodor Kaluza could teach himself to swim by reading about it this should be a snap for me.
When she reached out to hand me the menu I took it from her intentionally brushing my index finger ever so slightly against inside of her wrist, where the skin was thin with a high concentration of nerve endings. Striking like a stealthy Ninja, she shuttered, then blushed. It was the sign I was looking for.
You see there’s a myth to these Italian and Spanish model types that had invaded Manhattan. They were revered as being some sort of mystical Adonis types, thought have some sort of magic because of their accents, dark hair, and complexions. Rubbish. They have no mysterious magical powers, no greater kung fu. The simple fact is that their culture allows touching in public and ours does not. Basically, they just don’t know any better and call it swank; or is that swag?. I get the two confused. I mean seriously, most of them aren’t even smart enough to figure out what it is that they have.
Touching is exotic, exciting and a sort of cultural taboo that really works to one’s favor here in America, England too so I am told – if executed properly. The key is light feathery contact – less than 2 seconds on the first go. Now for the follow up, make eye contact… speak directly to her left eye, bypass the logical side of her mind on the right, use the pipeline directly to her emotions.
“Wow Pepper, you have really pretty eyes.”
Now I should note: In order for any of this to work you have to be sincere. You simply can’t say one thing and mean another. There’s nothing mystical or magical about it. When you truly believe something and verbalize it the message comes across in your body language that, as I’ve said, women are innately tuned in to. Eighty percent of human communication is done through body language and thus directly to the subconscious, bypassing reason. Pepper truly did have amazingly beautiful light blue eyes, and I projected the shit out of this to her very core, by momentary making them the center of my universe.
She blushed once more and half closed those beautiful blue eyes, smiled and I held eye contact until she looked shyly down at the table, and smiled.
She responded with a quiet and shy: “Thank you.”
Dude, You nailed it!
Thanks, Miles.
I can now sit down in the booth.
“Can… can I get you something to drink?”
“I’d like some coffee please.”
Though it was after nine local time it was often a habit of mine to drink one cup of coffee before bed. For some odd reason it seemed to help me sleep better.
Pepper awkwardly spun around and hurried off to the waitress station with a giddy schoolgirl smile on her lips. I enjoyed watching her leave. The waitress uniform really did this view justice. She was tall and thin, well not so much thin as she was athletic. She had a spring in her step that caused her loosely tied long brown hair to flounce about her shoulders in a very attractive way. I’m guessing that she had been a cheerleader. I imagined her shoulder blades naked. For me the sexiest part of a woman is the upper back and lower neck. I’d studied female shoulder blades, upper back, and nape of the neck at length in my reading. In my head I was quite familiar with the correct pressure points and erogenous zones.
I cleared my head by setting up my laptop. It was time I joined the real world by turning my cell phone back on. In my computer bag I also carried a copy of the latest Sage Johnstone novel, Wolf Pup that I placed on the table next to the glass of ice water that had been served by Pepper upon my arrival at this booth. The glass was now profusely sweating in the Arkansas humidity and a ring of clear purified water was pooling around its base. I took a sip and the water tasted oddly strange, different than Brooklyn water.
Turning on one’s phone in this day and age was a snap. All I had to do was log in and enter my new, single person’s credit card number and the 40 dollars for unlimited voice, data, and text would kick in almost immediately. Which would have been great had I remembered to charge the damn thing. I found it to be a friggin’, brick when I retrieved it from my pocket, deader than my sex life had been over the last 18 years.
No matter, I would charge it when I reached my hotel room.
Pepper returned with a tray on which he had balanced a large plastic coffee pot, a cup and saucer, a tiny pitcher of half and half, and a small square porcelain container with assorted packets of sugar and artificial sweeteners. She gingerly set each object down in front of me with great care and poured piping hot black coffee into the coffee cup.
“Have you made your choice?”
“I have…” I paused staring deeply into her sky blue left eye with a slight smile. Once more she blushed and looked down with a slight smile.
You’re really better at this than you think.
Not now, Miles!
“… I’ll have a chicken fried steak with white cream gravy, and french fries. It wouldn’t upset me if a little of gravy spilled over onto the fries.”
After a short delay Pepper began writing on her order pad. She kept eyeing the book.
“I read that book, Wolf Pup. It’s by Sage Johnstone, right?”
You and the other six people this month.
“Why, yes it is.”
I began sipping the coffee Pepper had poured for me.
“I downloaded it on Kindle after I saw it featured in the New York Times indie book review. They gave them four-and-a-half stars… I thought it deserved 5! Oh my God, it was so hot! She’s a genius!”
Immediately the hot coffee I had just sipped bypassed my larynx and dribbled straight into my lungs. I began choking.
OOOOOH! Did she just say the NEW YORK Fuckin’ TIMES!

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