Friday snippet on Saturday- Wicked Hot

This book is insane. My editor will either love it, or send a hitman after me. Snippet after the jump! Click if you dare.

Wicked Hot – coming Aug. 08
Copyright 2007 Charlene Teglia
St. Martin’s Press, all rights reserved
unedited excerpt

There was a dragon outside the kitchen door. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, but it was still there. I’d woken up alone and made my way to the source of sustenance, since my hosts were not sustaining me with their lust, and the first thing I saw when I stumbled naked and bleary-eyed into the kitchen was a dragon.

Its great head was lowered to peer through the glass. I debated the etiquette of answering the door in my birthday suit, then shrugged. It was a dragon, not a Girl Scout selling cookies.

I opened the door. “Hello.”

“Hello.” The dragon emitted a breath of flame as it spoke. I jumped back to avoid getting my hair burned. I already had bedhead. On top of that, my hair was frizzy from the humidity. I didn’t need to add singed to the list of things making me less attractive to my target.

“Hey. Watch it. I’m not sure where the kitchen fire extinguisher is.” I frowned at the dragon, who regarded me with multi-faceted eyes and blatant curiosity.

“I apologize,” the scaly and serpentine winged visitor on the back porch finally said. “I came for a progress report.”

A familiar scent of sulfur came with the words. I cocked my head and stared. “Nick? Is that you?”

“Ah. You like me in this form.” The dragon grinned, an odd expression to see on that inhuman face. It showed a lot of teeth, all of them glittering and sharp. “I had no idea it would delight you to talk to a giant man-eating reptile who could scorch you with a breath.”

“I’ve already been scorched.” I scuffed the floor with my foot at the memory of last night’s shake and bake. I’d been having such a good time up until then, too. “How come getting sandwiched between two Nephilim cooked me?”

“You were sandwiched between them?” A tiny flame flickered from the dragon’s mouth as Nick spoke, but it was controlled this time and didn’t come close to burning me. Light played over the beast’s body, making a rainbow of color. Smoke curled from his nostrils.

I’d never seen the boss look so cool.

“Can you blow smoke rings or little animal shapes?” I asked, fascinated.

“I can do anything. Tell me more about the Nephilim.”

Right. Business. “Dalen’s got the hots for a witch, so he’s using me for practice. To see if he can control his lust without endangering his partner. This may either get me a Nephilim feast and you a new soul, or I may get incinerated. Is there any chance he can do that? Give off so much lust that I can’t handle it and end up a pile of formerly blond ashes?”

The beast drummed its fore nails on the porch, clearly impatient. “What of Eli?”

Nick didn’t answer my question. I was used to him answering questions with questions, but that didn’t mean I liked it, and right now it was more than annoying. I thought anything that could end in Edana goes bye-bye damn well constituted a need-to-know basis.

I ground my teeth and narrowed my eyes at him. “Fucking Socratic method.”

“Temper, temper.”

“I’m a demon. And it’s first thing in the morning after I did not get any lust the night before.” I scowled at Nick the dragon. “I am not in a good mood.”

“Report.” A warning flame erupted with the demand.

“Go to hell.” I stepped back and slammed the door. If he wasn’t going to help me, why should I help him? I went to the fridge and searched out bread for toast. I ignored the ominous roaring and rattling sounds Nick made outside and popped two slices in. What else? Protein. I found peanut butter in a cabinet, a knife in a drawer, and I had everything I needed for breakfast.

I was spreading a thick layer of the extra crunchy variety on my toast when Dal came in. I smiled at him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He crossed the room to tousle my hair. “Did I hear the back door slam?”

“Jehovah’s Witnesses,” I said. “They’re relentless. They’ll probably be back.” I knew without looking that Nick was gone.

*blinking bleary eyes*

I started to put up a Friday snippet, and then I went back to revising and writing…and never did post the blog entry. These things happen. Hope everybody’s having a good holiday weekend! Over here we’re enjoying sunny (if cold) weather and lots of leftovers.

13 things to do when Murphy strikes

Looking back over the this month, I’ve been seeing a lot of Mr. Murphy. Well, that’s life. Sometimes it’s unpredictable and things don’t quite go according to plan. But it does beat the alternative. So, 13 things to do when Murphy strikes:

1. Count your blessings. There’s always something to be grateful for.
2. Improvise. Maybe things have not gone according to plan, so make a new plan.
3. Look for the silver lining. I’ve learned some lessons recently that I can see will benefit me over the long term, even though I wouldn’t have chosen to change the way I did things. Sometimes being forced out of one’s comfort zone or forced to learn new techniques is a blessing in disguise.
4. Count to ten. Get calm. Whatever the problem is, it can be dealt with.
5. Do some research. Discover alternatives.
6. Practice being flexible. There’s a lot of truth to the old “the reed that bends is not broken” saying.
7. Focus on how you want things to be, not how things are. It’ll help get the brain looking at ways to get from here to there.
8. Count your blessings again.
9. Adapt.
10. Be good to yourself.
11. Let go. Your original plan is in tatters, so let go of it.
12. If you’re not sure how you want things to be, take some time to imagine it. Or look at pictures, see what appeals.
13. Count your blessings some more.

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! Be thankful for all the good stuff and bury the rest in apple pie and a mashed potato-gravy volcano.

Free will astrology

From Rob Brezny:

CANCER (June 21-July 22): Lishui is a rapidly growing industrial city in
China. With the government’s help and blessing, developers have been
transforming rugged farmland into level parcels suitable for manufacturing
facilities. In recent years, engineers have used dynamite and dump trucks
to flatten 108 hills and mountains. The official motto that guides workers
is “Each person does the work of two; two days’ work is done in one.”
While I don’t normally recommend that you engage in such extreme
labors, the coming weeks will be a favorable time to make an exception.
You’ll have cosmic forces on your side if you do the work of two as you
carry out the equivalent of demolishing mountains.

Ha. Take that, book!

CK2S reviews Miss Lonely Hearts and SOS III

Miss Lonely Hearts rates 5 Klovers from the fabulous Jennifer at CK2S Kwips and Kritiques!

I love this warning:
“If you are already a fan of Charlene Teglia’s work, then Miss Lonely Hearts is definitely a must-read! If you are new to this talented author, then this book is a wonderful place to start. But be warned, you’ll want to purchase the rest of her backlist as soon as you finish!”

And 5 Klovers for Seasons of Seduction III! Jennifer says:
“Ellora’s Cave binds six hot little romances in a variety of genres together in one anthology that will keep you up way past your bedtime!… Never has Charlene Teglia’s fantastic wit been more evident than in her alien series! This talented author always manages to keep her stories simultaneously funny and sexy – a fact which this reviewer very much appreciates.”

It’s so fun to write funny. :mrgreen: Thank you, Jennifer.