Friday, July 27, 2012

The Spot Writers Present...Val Muller!


Welcome to the Spot Writers. Each week we’ll be adding to the story begun by Val Muller a few weeks ago. Remy’s life is heating up!
This week is Chapter 6 written by Val Muller. Check out her spicy romance novella, For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, and her middle-grade mystery series, Corgi Capers. Find out more at www.valmuller.com
Our serial story doesn’t have a title yet… start thinking about some ideas because it smells like a contest might be coming up soon! Watch for next week’s installment from Catherine MacKenzie. 
The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

Chapter 6
Dr. Kendrick sat across from Remy, a smile on his face. He was staring at her, and Remy studied the menu as an excuse to avoid eye contact. Besides, she’d never been to Banjo Dan’s and didn’t know what to order. Remy thought they were just going for drinks, but when the hostess asked, Dr. Kendrick had said “two for dinner.”
“See anything you like?” he asked. Remy hoped he was only talking about the menu.
Remy hadn’t much cash, and she couldn’t hit up the ATM until her paycheck cleared next week. She opened her purse and flipped through her wallet, trying to be discreet.
“It’s entirely my treat,” he said. Man, this guy was perceptive.
“That’s nice of you, Dr. Kendrick, but I—”
“Call me Sam.” He smiled again. That confident, charming, dimpled smile… Snap out of it, Remy. But Samuel Kendrick was relentless. “You’re a talented employee. Intelligent. Kind. I know I can be kind of a stiff around the office, but you know how it goes. So much pressure at work. But I want you to know I appreciate what you do. Couldn’t run the place without you.”
The waitress asked for drink orders.
“Do you mind?” Sam asked.
Remy shook her head.
“Two Long Island Iced Teas.”
The waitress nodded.
“I hope you don’t mind. My favorite drink, ever since college. And they make ’em great here. Tastes just like iced tea, too.” He laughed. “And I promise it’s the only one I’ll have. I’ve got to get you home safely, after all. Not to mention work tomorrow.”
Remy nodded, but she felt so stiff. She couldn’t relax. Maybe the Long Island would help.
“You’re still shaken up about those phone calls, aren’t you?”
His mention of the phone calls made Remy realize she hadn’t checked her cell phone since lunch. She tried to keep it away while at work—professionalism and all. But she usually checked right after work. What if Jeremy had texted her? No, he was done with. He had Barbara. Or rather, Barbara had him. Best not interfere, especially if Barbara was the one making the stalker phone calls.
She pulled her cell phone out just as the drinks arrived. Not wanting to be rude, she placed the phone on her lap while Sam offered a toast.
“To loving your job,” he said, smiling.
It was such a different side of him, this relaxed, cordial, polite, handsome man in front of her. Remy couldn’t help but join in the toast. “To loving your job,” she said.
The Long Island coursed through her immediately. It was strong, strong even for a Long Island. She had to watch out. Her cell phone remained on her lap, untouched, while Sam recommended his favorites from the menu. Before Remy realized it, her food had arrived, her Long Island had been refilled, and she heard herself laughing and talking with Sam. Relaxing. Enjoying herself. She’d have to talk to Irene about this, for sure.
After the waitress cleared their plates, Sam excused himself to the restroom, and Remy used the opportunity to check her phone. The “new text message” icon was there on top of the screen. She pressed it. Twelve new messages? She rarely texted. Two would have been something to write home about—but twelve?
The first was from Jeremy. Sorry, it said. We can talk when you get back.
Remy huffed. What was there to talk about? He was clearly involved with someone else—had been, anyway—and had things to deal with before he would be free to date Remy. She’d ignore the message for now. On to the next eleven. They were from an unknown number, one not in her address book.
He’s mine, the first one read. The tone of the message sobered her.
Stay away, warned the second.
I’ll be watching. Don’t talk to him.
I’m not afraid of violence to protect what’s mine.
Remy shivered. All twelve were from the same number and offered the same sinister warnings. The last one was creepiest of all: I know where you live.
Remy had just finished reading them when Sam returned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You look like a ghost.” He tried to smile. “Too much liquor?” But his attempt at a smile couldn’t hide his concern.
Remy looked down at her hand to see that it was trembling. She put the cell phone down on the table, but her hand still shook. Sam took her hand in his.
“What is it?” he asked.
Maybe it was the liquor. Maybe it was his smile. Maybe it was the gentle way he held her hand. But Remy didn’t want to keep her frightening secret to herself anymore. “I think it’s the same person who called at work. Twelve text messages today, all threatening me. Threatening violence. All over this guy I just met. He’s not even anything to me. We just met, that’s all. And this girl thinks I want to steal him away or something. I didn’t even do anything to her, and she—says she knows where I live.”
She tried to keep composure, but she couldn’t help the few tears trailing down her face. Sam’s face hardened. His chest rose, shoulders broadened. “If she’s been the one calling the office, I’ll press charges for you. I’ll take you home,” he said. “We’ll check your place, make sure it’s safe. Check the doors, the windows. We can even call the police.” Remy tried to smile, but she was terrified. “Or if it would make you feel better,” Sam said, “maybe you should just come home with me.” 

The Spot Writers- our members. You can find our Thursday posts at any of the following blogs:

Catherine A. MacKenzie
http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter
Jessica Degarmo
http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/
 RC Bonitz
http://www.rcbonitz.com
 Val Muller
http://www.valmuller.com/
Deborah Dera
www.deborahdera.com

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Spot Writers present...RC Bonitz!

Yes, I'm very late with this, and I apologize! So much has been going on that this is the first chance I've had to check in. Welcome to our newest Spot Writer, Deborah Dera! Without further ado, here's RC's great post that should have been posted on the 19th!


Welcome to the Spot Writers. Each week we'll be adding to the story begun by Val Muller a few weeks ago. Remy's life is heating up!

This week is Chapter 5 written by RC Bonitz. Check out his books at AMAZON      Barnes&Noble    

Our serial story doesn’t have a title yet… start thinking about some ideas because it smells like a contest might be coming up soon!

And- Big News! We have a new member - Deborah Dera! Welcome Deborah! You can find her at www.deborahdera.com

We'll give Deborah some time to catch up to our story, so you'll hear from her in two weeks. Next week's contribution will come from Val Muller, author of FOR WHOM MY HEART BEATS ETERNAL, a sci-fi romance, and CORGI CAPERS: DECEIT ON DORSET DRIVE, a mystery novel for young readers. Book Two will be released this October. 

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

                                                            Chapter 5
"Come on, have a drink with me. It'll do you good. You've been tense all day," said Dr. Kendrick.
Now there was a surprise. The man noticed something about her? He even had a smile on his face. In the four months she'd worked for him he'd never been so friendly. Actually, a grouch was what he was around the office. But he was smiling now. Who knew what he was like at home? Or where he lived, or anything personal about him? Hey, what did she have to lose? Barbara and Jeremy were a pair, and Brian she wanted no part of anymore. A little drinky-winky with the boss couldn't hurt.
"I guess a drink would be all right," she said tentatively. "Just one though."
"Great. I'll drive. Let's lock up and hit the road."
Oops. He'd drive? One problem about going with the boss; how the devil could she say she didn't trust him? Damn, she couldn't. "Where are we going?"
"Banjo Dan's sound good?"
"How about The Corner Pocket? That's close to where I live. I could follow you there and you wouldn't have a long drive to take me home." Absolutely brilliant Remy. What a way to solve the no trust problem.
"Nah. I don't like that place. Banjo Dan's is more high class. Come on," he said and slipped his arm inside of hers.
Just great. How to lay an egg. And the arm thing. Should she shake him off? There were plenty of other jobs in the medical profession. Hadn't she been thinking that early in the day? But, the man was smiling. And damn, was that a dimple?
He opened the door of his Lexus and closed it for her after she got in. When was the last time a guy did that for her? Careful, Remy. Remember, he's a grouch around the office. So, why did Irene adore the man so much? She'd tried to get Irene to explain that little detail, but all she ever got by way of answer was a big wide grin.
"What's wrong today? I've never seen you so uptight," the good doctor said as he pulled out into traffic.
How to answer him. A guy I met for twenty minutes has a pregnant girl friend and I'm a mess about it? Brilliant, he'd think she was crazy. Maybe she was. But he didn't have to know. The phone calls, that was it.
"We had some creepy phone calls today. Someone just called and sat there breathing. Three times, no four."
"Did you get the calling number?"
"It was one of those unknown caller things."
He glanced over at her as he pulled into Banjo Dan's parking lot. "And that really upset you? I'll call the police in the morning. They'll put a stop to it. Don't you worry yourself about that."
"I don't think they'll do much."
"I'll stay on them 'til they do. I'm not letting anyone upset you," he said, offering the sweetest smile.


The Spot Writers- our members. You can find our Thursday posts at any of the following blogs:

Catherine A. MacKenzie
Jessica Degarmo
 RC Bonitz
 Val Muller
Deborah Dera

Friday, July 13, 2012

Book Signing July 9

Hello, everyone!
I had an absolute blast at my book signing/speaking engagement at the Bradford County Library in West Burlington, PA on July 9. The librarian, Jeff, and his staff and friends are the most wonderful people ever! They made me feel so very welcome. I think the highlight of the evening for me was when a woman in the audience mentioned she had read Six Weeks and loved the book. Then, when she found out I was local to her and that I would be at the library, she got very excited and decided to come and meet me. It was the first time something like that has happened, and I have to tell you, it was awesome! We had a very nice chat about the book, and it seems as though she really got what I was trying to do. How cool!

If you missed the event, I've posted the video in its entirety for your viewing pleasure. It is over an hour long, so grab some popcorn and enjoy the show!



The Spot Writers Present....Catherine Mackenzie!


Welcome to the Spot Writers. Each week we'll be adding to the story begun by Val Muller a few weeks ago. The story is heating up!

This week is Chapter 4 written by Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her e-books at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.

Our serial story doesn’t have a title yet… start thinking about some ideas because it smells like a contest might be coming up soon!

Next week’s contribution will be by R.C. Bonitz,  author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, both available from Amazon or B & N. He’s looking forward to the release of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, due in Sept.

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.
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Chapter 4

"Remy, I'll ask you again. I need Mr. Walker's file," Dr. Kendrick said.
When the doctor rapped his knuckles on the desk, Remy finally bolted to attention.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get it right now." Remy knew she flushed a bright red. Jeepers, she thought, what's with me? I've never been this disoriented at work before. But she knew the problem. Jeremy. And Barbara. How could she forget Barbara? For some reason, she couldn't get either one out of her mind.
She felt her forehead and wondered if she were coming down with something. She wiped her hand across her skirt, before selecting the patient's file from the large wall unit in the file room.
When she returned to the reception area, Dr. Kendrick had disappeared. She figured he had gone back into the examining room. She slipped the file into the slot on the door and rapped lightly to let him know it was there.
Irene had called in sick, so Remy was alone in the office. She glanced around the waiting room. Four patients, and it was barely 9:00 a.m. She sighed. It was going to be a long day. She grabbed her mirror from the desk drawer, turned away from the patients, and examined her face. Yes, she was definitely flushed. And sweaty. Too sweaty.
"Dr. Kendrick's office," Remy said, when the phone rang. There was no reply. "Hello." Still no answer. She knew someone was there; she could hear breathing. "Dr. Kendrick's office," she repeated.
"Okay, then," she mumbled, "be like that," before delicately replacing the phone.
By the end of the day, the office phone had received three hang-ups, all showing as "unknown caller" on the display. One call might not be unusual, she thought, but three? Her mind immediately went to Jeremy and Barbara. Could it be one of them? But for what purpose? Then she realized they didn't know where she worked, so it couldn't have been them.
Remy's stomach flip-flopped when Brian's face flashed before her. He was her previous boyfriend, and he hadn't been happy when she broke it off with him. They had had an on-again, off-again relationship for almost a year, and she knew his emotions were still raw. Could it be Brian calling? He lived the next town over, in Ridgemount, a good hour away. Distance was part of the reason for their breakup; he didn't want to move and neither did she. The other reason was abuse, physical and mental. The latter was the main reason, of course. How could she commit to someone with a temper like his? She knew that was why she didn't want to move to his community. Something held her back and after she initiated the break-up, she realized what it was. If she loved someone, an hour wouldn't have been a problem. She could have commuted to her job or she could have found another job. Nurses and medical receptionists were in demand; she'd have no problem finding employment.
The last patient closed the door.
Dr. Kendrick appeared before her. Dr. Samuel Kendrick. Sam, as he liked to be called. The expression on his face made her realize she could be up to a job search very soon. She would relocate in a flash if she found someone she loved who lived in another town. There was nothing keeping her in Langford.
"How about a drink?" he asked. "Wind down from the day. I know it was hectic without Irene."
"Ah...no, but thanks. I'm tired." Why do I have to give him an excuse? No should be enough.
But "no" was never enough for Dr. Samuel Kendrick.
***

The Spot Writers- our members. You can find our Thursday posts at any of the following blogs:

Catherine A. MacKenzie
Jessica Degarmo
 RC Bonitz
 Val Muller

Thursday, July 5, 2012

The Spot Writers Present...Val Muller!

Welcome to the Spot Writers. This week we’re continuing the story begun by Val Muller a few weeks ago. Where we left off, Remy was hoping to sneak a conversation with her new neighbor, Jeremy, when a blonde woman named Barbara showed up at Jeremy’s asking about… a wedding!


Our serial story doesn’t have a title yet… start thinking about some ideas because it smells like a contest might be coming up soon!

This week’s story is by Val Muller, author of FOR WHOM MY HEART BEATS ETERNAL, a sci-fi romance, and CORGI CAPERS: DECEIT ON DORSET DRIVE, a mystery novel for young readers. Book Two will be released this October.

The Spot Writers Blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out. Check out our blogs at the end of this story.

What about the wedding? Remy fumed. Here she had been having dreams all night about Jeremy, and all of a sudden this blonde shows up asking about a wedding? And hadn’t Jeremy walked her home the night before? Hadn’t he been sending her signals that he was interested? And here he was, engaged to Miss Blonde. Remy turned around to go inside and finish getting ready for work. She always fell for the wrong guys. Always.

“Remy,” Jeremy said.

Remy turned around briefly.

The blonde scowled. “You mean you know her?” she asked.

“Barbara, not now,” Jeremy said. “Remy, wait!”

But Remy wouldn’t have it. She turned and closed the door behind her—hard—and engaged the lock. She wanted nothing to do with her new neighbor or his fiancĂ©e. She stormed into the bathroom to finish her makeup. Why bother? she wondered as she applied her eyeliner. Not like there’s anyone I need to impress. Not anymore.

But she couldn’t help herself. Before she realized it, she was sneaking through her own living room and creeping over to the door. She peered out the peephole, but all she saw was a mop of blonde hair.

Barbara, she thought. My new least favorite word in the English language. Remy sighed and pressed her ear to the door.

“I was thinking lavender for the color of the bridesmaids’ gowns,” Barbara was saying. “Or maybe periwinkle. It matches these earrings my grandmother gave me.” She giggled. “And I could have a bouquet of blue flowers. You know the saying. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something--”

“Barbara, we broke up, remember?”

Barbara giggled as if Jeremy had made a joke. “Not after all the great times we had,” she said. “I even drove to my parents’ house to get my great-grandfather’s heirloom belt buckle. I brought it to the leather shop. They’re going to put a new leather strap on it for you. I was going to give you the belt as a gift on our wedding night. It’s a family heirloom. And then you can pass it on to our own grandkids some day.”

“Grandkids?” Jeremy asked. “Look, Barbara, you’re a nice girl, but…”

“And look what else I did,” Barbara said.

Remy brought her eye to the keyhole again. The blonde mop of hair had moved closer to Jeremy, allowing Remy a better view of the situation. Barbara was reaching into her purse. She took out a small picture frame. “It’s our special napkin,” she explained.

“Napkin?” Jeremy asked. “Look, Barb. I got to get to work.”

Barbara looked at her watch. “You have plenty of time,” she said. “You haven’t been pulling into the parking lot at your job until 8:40. That means you have at least fifteen minutes before you have to leave.”

“How do you know what time I pull into my parking lot at work?” Jeremy asked.

Barbara didn’t answer. “See,” she said, pointing to the picture frame. “It’s our special napkin. You drew a heart on it during our first date. Then you kissed it and gave it to me.” She pointed again. “There’s the little barbeque stain from your cute little lips. Remember, you got the barbeque-cheddar club, and you ordered broccoli instead of fries, and you asked for the bacon on your sandwich to be extra crispy and…”

Remy watched the expression on Jeremy’s face turn to horror. Maybe he wasn’t into Barbara after all. Remy resolved to leave for work, interrupting their conversation and saving Jeremy from the awkward discussion. She went back to the kitchen for her bag. When she returned to the door, she had her hand on the door, all ready to turn the knob and save her cute neighbor from this psycho. But she listened for just another moment.

“…and that’s why we just need time apart,” Jeremy was saying. “I don’t think we’re healthy for each other. And we never really talked about a wedding,” he added.

“We mentioned it,” Barbara corrected. “And I know it might have just been pillow talk, but the thing is…”

Remy smiled, firming her grasp on the handle, ready to become the hero.

“The thing is,” Barbara continued, “we have to get married. There’s not an option anymore. I’m pregnant.”

Remy fought a wave of nausea. She let go of the door knob as if it were molten metal that seared her flesh. Her face flushed and the world around her spun. She stumbled to the back door, exited through the sliding glass door, and snuck around the back of the building, taking the long way to the parking lot. How could she have dreams about Jeremy all night, how could she set her heart on him, when he was obviously not free to be hers? Why did she always choose no-win situations for herself?

She got into her car, trying to focus on driving. Get him out of your mind, she told herself. But it was no use. Even with her world falling apart, Jeremy’s smiling face lingered in the back of her mind like the last beam of sunlight before a dark winter night.



The Spot Writers- our members:

Catherine A. MacKenzie

http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

RC Bonitz

http://www.rcbonitz.com

Val Muller

http://www.valmuller.com/blog/