This morning I receive the knock on the door and when answered, I’m whisked away to Florida…okay, not quite, but this week’s guest blog loves Florida and sun and summer…as do I.
I love summer. There. I said it.
I’m from Florida, which isn’t so much the land of sunshine as people would think, especially in the summer when it rains three out of five days. The humidity is so thick you can slice it with a knife and let’s not even talk about what it does to your hair if you weren’t born with stick straight locks. There are also bugs the size of your hand. And unless you’re one of the lucky few, it’s almost a guarantee you’ll get sunburned at least once.
Still—I love summer.
I love the longer days—so long, I have to wear sunglasses until close to nine at night. I like being able to sit on a patio at seven in the evening with a beer and a book and just relax. I am sweaty and possibly getting sunburned? Yes, but it’s a small price to pay.
I love the water, specifically the coast. I’m a little over an hour from the coast and from now until sometime in early October, the water is in the upper seventies to mid-eighties. Are there jellyfish and seaweed and Cthulhu? Yes, yes, and I hope to hell not but again, those are all a small price to pay. Well, Cthulhu would be a large price but I still think it would be worth it.
Finally, I love how quiet my city gets. Granted, we’re still a city but in the summer most of the college students go home and we have about two and a half months where it’s mostly locals and it’s a completely different vibe. Traffic is lighter, people are more relaxed, the pace is slower. Don’t get me wrong—we’re a college town and the students are a major part of our economy. But it’s nice to have a break from the shenanigans of teenager freshly released in to the wild for a bit.
So I don’t mind the heat. Or the bugs. Or having to slather myself with sunscreen in order to not turn a hundred shades of red, all of them unflattering. I love summer.
Except for the humidity.
“Is it done?” Cam strapped the saddle bags he’d somehow managed to stuff all my clothes in to the little bike—not quite a motorcycle but bigger and less dorky than a scooter. When I didn’t answer right away, he stepped over to me, grabbing my face in his hands and squeezing. “Coniglietto. Is it done? Did you take care of her?”
“Yes.” Even to my own ears my voice sounded dull and lifeless. Considering the fact I felt high as fucking kite, I could only assume it was shock. “I took care of her.”
Not in the way he meant, not exactly, but I’d taken care of her the best way I knew how.
I’d done a lot of horrible things, on purpose and accident, and I had no doubt I would do more horrible things still. But I’d be damned even more than I already was before I actually killed my sister.
“Good girl.” Cam pressed a quick, hard kiss to my forehead before steering me toward the bike. “I have little doubt the archangels will be here soon—so we shouldn’t be.”
“Where are we going?” It didn’t matter. I had, for all intents and purposes, hooked my wagon to his. If anyone threw doubt on my commitment to the so-called cause, all Cam would have to do was point out what I’d done to Joanne. Sure, there might be trouble when it came out she wasn’t actually dead but it could all be explained away as yet another newbie mistake.
After all, they taught us how to not kill people. Not the opposite.
“I’m thinking Prague.” He settled himself on the bike, gesturing for me to do the same. He handed me a helmet, his lips curving upward when I stared at it blankly. “Safety, little rabbit. And a disguise. It’s safer for us to blend in at the moment.”
“Right.” My hands felt thick and clumsy as I struggled to strap on the protective headgear and I cursed under my breath when Cam finally took pity on me and did it himself. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Change is hard, little rabbit.” He brushed his lips over mine before flicking the tip of my nose. “Now, let’s go take over the world, hmm?”
Release Date: May 31, 2017
I can resist everything except temptation—Oscar Wilde
But what happens when temptation is everywhere?
Cam is tempting to me toward the darkness.
Barry is tempting me toward the light.
And I want them both. I want it all.
Temptation will be my salvation. Or my ruin.
About the Author:
L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she’s killed bamboo. Twice. She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.