Hello and welcome. GT and I are on the road for our annual migratory trip south. Yes, snowbirds are heading for Florida. I hope you will enjoy taking part in this Halloween-themed contest sponsored by Coffee Time Romance and More. I'll catch you next week. Thanks for stopping in!
Want to get into the "spirit" of Halloween? Good spirits that is--friendly and fun during the Coffee Time Romance and More Hocus Pick-It Contest. You can win a gift certificate! Join the Scavenger Hunt to read scary excerpts from talented authors. Then vote on the excerpt you like the best. That will enter you in the contest! Enjoy the short excerpts and meeting new authors.
My excerpt is from my paranormal, suspenseful novel, Terror on Sunshine Boulevard, but do not read it right before bedtime!!
Terror on Sunshine Boulevard by J.Q. Rose
Excerpt: Terror on Sunshine Boulevard by JQ Rose
A few nights later, Mr. Tweeble woke up with a start when his dog Jingles began barking loud enough to wake him even if he wasn’t wearing his hearing aids.
“Jingles! Jingles! Hush up, will you? It’s three o’clock in the morning. You’re going to wake the neighborhood with your barking.”
He remembered Jingles barking and whining like that when he drove his electric scooter near George McConnell’s house that afternoon. He had to finally pick up the feisty terrier and put him on his lap to join the other curiosity seekers near the house. The dog jumped off and raced the other way until he was brought up short on his leash. He howled until his master turned the cart around and left the area.
Jingles’ pitiful yowling broke into Mr. Tweeble’s memory.
Fearing his dog was sick, Mr. Tweeble rolled himself out of bed, fumbled putting on his glasses, and shuffled into the kitchen. Using the night light in the hood vent over the old stove to see the dog, he discovered the animal scampering back and forth near the back door.
“Jingles, come ‘ere, boy. Are you sick?” Mr. Tweeble picked him up and gently held the dog close to his chest. He switched on the ceiling light and studied the precious face he dearly loved. He checked Jingles’ brown ears and his brown and white furry body for any injuries and then cradled him to his rotund belly.
“It’s all right, little guy. Come on. Come on to bed with me. You must want to go out to chase a rabbit, eh?” As he slowly shuffled his way back to his bedroom with the dog, he wondered what was wrong. Mr. Tweeble made a mental note to check behind the couch for an “accident” in the morning.
He lay down on the rumpled bed and enfolded the trembling dog in his arms. Suddenly, Jingles wriggled free and sprang up barking non-stop. He leaped from the bed and raced out of the room. A flash of searing yellow light filled the room blinding Mr. Tweeble. The smell of his own scorched flesh burned his nostrils.
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I love spooky-scary stories, so I'll jump in and see what's happening! Thanks for the link.
And I also dig your new author photo!
Hey, JQ. Gosh, this was a really scary book, good, but scary. :) Perfect for the season.
Thank you. Perfect for the season! Wish I could keep it up all the time...
Thanks, Marsha. Funny how I never thought of it as a "horror" story, but that's how my publisher categorized it. I guess it really is kinda scary, but fun.
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