Hello there! Jess Haines here. I’m the author of the urban fantasy H&W Investigations series HUNTED BY THE OTHERS , TAKEN BY THE OTHERS, DECEIVED BY THE OTHERS, and the upcoming STALKING THE OTHERS.
Shiarra has been having a pretty bad time of things lately. She’s here with some of her friends (and otherwise) to tell you about it. Over to you, Shia!
Shiarra: I don’t think this is very fair.
Arnold: I don’t think anyone took fairness into account when they chose this topic.
Chaz: Doesn’t seem so bad to me.
Royce: It’s not an appropriate topic. Who approved this? I’m going to have a little talk with my publicist after this farce is over.
Sara: Seriously? Of all the people here, I would have thought you’d be the least squeamish.
Royce: Even I have my limits, Ms. Halloway.
Chaz: I like doggy-style.
Arnold: I could have gone my whole life without knowing that.
Shiarra: Chaz, come on—
Chaz: What? You liked it, too, as I recall.
Shiarra: ..you… you asshole.
Arnold: Dude. Ever hear the term “TMI”?
Chaz: If that’s today’s topic, we might as well talk about it and get it over with, right? What are you guys so mad about?
Shiarra: Don’t you ever speak for me again, you insensitive prick!
Royce: We could always speak about something else.
Arnold: I vote we talk video games. Diablo 3 has been fun, and the My Little Pony level was awesome, but I was disappointed by the lackluster ending.
Shiarra: This is a nightmare. Did I die and wake up in hell?
Sara: No. Relax, it’s not that bad.
Royce: We might turn the topic of discussion towards something a little more acceptable to present company. Such as our plans for the evening. Ms. Waynest?
Shiarra: Gee, let me think. Go shopping for mindbleach, get as far away from you as I can, and hunt Chaz’s furry ass to the ends of the earth.
Chaz: Oh, come on…
Arnold: I think she means it, man. You might want to duck and cover.
Sara: You think she’s bad now, you should see her when she has PMS.
Shiarra: Sara! Not. Helping.
Chaz: This is dumb. Why am I the only one who answered the question?
Royce: Perhaps because today’s subject of discussion is not the only thing connected to this interview that is devoid of intelligence.
Sara: Maybe it isn’t such a big deal.
Shiarra: Tell me you’re joking.
Sara: What? It’s not like we can get into much deeper trouble than we’re already in.
Royce: Yes, about that…
Arnold: You are not allowed to mess with my girlfriend. Comprende?
Royce: She isn’t the one I have a vested interest in.
Chaz: Stay away from her, you freak.
Shiarra: Chaz, you stay out of this.
Royce: The lady has spoken.
Shiarra: Stop smirking like that. We are not getting into this right now. You keep your opinions and your fangs to yourself, mister!
Sara: Next week, on Drama Fest…
Shiarra: Sara, come on!
Arnold: I thought it was clever.
Sara: Thank you, sweetie.
Royce: This is serious, Ms. Halloway. If you haven’t noticed, the situation involves you, as well.
Sara: Oh, I’ve noticed. The trouble was kind of hard to miss considering how Shia left me in the lurch.
Shiarra: That wasn’t my fault! …not entirely, anyway.
Chaz: You didn’t have to go on a rampage.
Shiarra: Yes. Yes, I did.
Arnold: I’ve got this great mental image of you turning into one of those monsters in those old school Japanese monster movies. Like, radiation turns you into a giant, and you destroy downtown as you stomp around in your combat boots with your trench coat billowing behind you.
Sara: That sounds like the makings of a spectacularly cheesy movie.
Chaz: I’d watch it.
Shiarra: What is wrong with you all?
Arnold: I’m not sure, but I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce.
Royce: I suspect if there was an easy answer to your question, many of the problems you are currently dealing with would have come to light much sooner.
Shiarra: And you people wonder why I went off the deep end.
You can learn more about Shiarra and the rest of her friends in HUNTED BY THE OTHERS. For the next stop on the blog tour, be sure to visit the official STALKING THE OTHERS blog tour calendar!
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Thanks again for having me and the gang over!