I can’t believe the release of Community Affairs, Book 3 in the Jersey Shore Mystery Series is only 6 days away!
I want to give a special thanks to the hundreds of people who have pre-ordered! I truly appreciate your support! I know you will love it!
If you haven’t ordered your copy yet, you can get your kindle copy at the discounted price of $2.99 by preordering here: http://amzn.to/1qnafz3
The price for kindle/nook versions will be $3.99 once it is released. The paperback version will also be available on January 27th. For everyone who has ordered a copy through me, my copies are on the way from the printer, and as soon as I have them, I’ll mail them out to you!
Here is another excerpt to hold you over!
At the end of the meal, our server came along with a tray of chocolates for dessert. I selected one, as did everyone at the table, and placed it on my plate. I wondered how I would eat it. I feared I’d look like a barnyard animal, picking it up with my hands and taking a bite, which was exactly what I wanted to do. But I refrained, if for no other reason than not to embarrass Jayce in front of his colleagues. It was too large to pop the entire thing in my mouth. I frowned and considered my options.
The hot air from the hospital big wigs began to blow. Um, I mean, speeches. The chairman of the hospital board made his donation pleas. The effects of the cosmos I drank were beginning to wear off, but I was buzzed enough that the chocolate in front of me seemed to be taunting me. I was a chocoholic by nature. A piece of chocolate in front of me was not likely to go uneaten, especially when my desire to keep my hourglass shape was momentarily inebriated along with me. I made a decision to cut the chocolate piece in half with my fork and knife. I thought that would be more ladylike, since I was attending such a high-class function.
I situated my fork atop the luscious-looking piece of heaven and dug into it with my knife. That evil little chocolate piece refused to be minimized. It shot out from under the knife, across the table, past the millionaire seated with us, and smacked into the back of Lemon Face’s head. She raised her hand to the back of her head and rubbed it along her hair. She must have felt something, but didn’t seem to know what it was. She didn’t seem too concerned about it.
My face glowed red in the dim dinner lighting. Not the shade of embarrassment; the shade of hidden laughter. I felt like a giggling girl at church. Why is it you always laugh harder when you aren’t supposed to be laughing?
I swiftly returned my fork and knife to their rightful positions to hide the evidence. I breathed a sigh of relief when I glanced around quickly and realized that the Lemon Face did not discover the chocolate bullet was mine. Everyone at my table was too busy watching the speeches to pay attention to me and my dessert malfunction. The crisis of having to explain my idiocy was averted! That was, until I heard laughter beside me. To my right, the chief of surgery was chuckling. I looked at him and was greeted by an “I saw that.”
Turning red once more, I giggled. “Please don’t tell anyone it was me.”
He shook his head and laughed harder. “I won’t.”
Jayce looked over at us. “What are you up to?”
I smirked and told him I’d tell him later. On the car ride home, I couldn’t stop laughing when I recounted how I shot Lemon Face with a chocolate bullet. It seemed hilarious to me. I had exacted my revenge on her without even trying.