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Friday, September 20, 2013

MIDNIGHT ON THE DOUBLE-B by Kayce Lassiter on Paranormal Fragment Fridays Blog Hop

Welcome to the second week of Paranormal Fragment Fridays Blog Hop! This will be a month long. Each stop on the blog hop will have an author posting a "fragment" of his or her paranormal work on Fridays, and Happily Ever After Thoughts is featuring its paranormal authors.

Today, I am happy to post a fragment of a scene in my romantic short story, Midnight on the Double-B. Here the fairy godmother, Delta Jane, has just ridden onto Michael Beasty’s ranch and is about to turn Michael and Kylah’s lives upside down.  Michael has purchased the land with the water rights for both ranches—for the cost of back taxes.  Kylah McCombs is fit to be tied and desperate to find a way to save her family’s ranch. Hope you like it :-)
That’s my story, fragmented and fractional, and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hang on tight now ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya, Kayce

For those who left a comment in my last blog, Barb and Irma F were the two winners of the free ebooks.  Yeah!!!  I will contact you directly to find out where to send your booty.

Fragment from Midnight on the Double-B:

Kylah turned away from the dust cloud that rolled over her as the huge Harley came to a stop just a few feet away.
“Well crap!”  A woman’s disembodied voice came from the center of the cloud of dust, followed by coughing.  “Damn,” the woman muttered between coughs.  “I sure didn’t expect that.  The freakin’ handbook that fairy gave me didn’t say anything about dust.  I’ll have to have another talk with that damn, cocky godfather.”
Kylah turned toward the motorcycle and found the most bizarre sight.  The rider was a woman who looked like a reject from Cowboys and Indians magazine.  She appeared to be about sixty years old, wearing dark red Wranglers and cowboy boots, a cherry colored tank top, and a bright red cowboy hat perched on top of a full head of long curly red hair.  At about five foot six, she couldn’t have been a hundred pounds dripping wet.
She isn’t from around here.
Kylah heard Michael mutter, “What the hell is that?” 
I got nuthin.
There simply was no answer for his question.
“Well, you two just gonna stand there gawkin’ at me or ya gonna offer a lady a drink?”  The woman in red dropped the kickstand, dismounted and did a slow swagger toward them like she owned the joint.
Kylah looked over her shoulder to find Michael descending the steps, blinking like a mole in sunlight.  He opened his mouth as his right boot hit the dirt, but nothing came out.  He stopped at the base of the steps.
The woman threw back her head and laughed a hearty, throaty laugh.  Then her reddish-brown eyes focused on Michael.  “Now, what kind of fight is this?  I expected to find you two with your hands wrapped around each others’ throats, rolling around in the dirt—or maybe at least one gun drawn.  How disappointing.”

Be sure to check out the other fragments on the blog hop!

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