Tuesday, January 24, 2012

It's A Dog's Life by Dale Mayer - Blurb, Excerpt, Giveaway | Featured Author | YA Paranormal

It's the first day of Ninna's job in the local animal shelter...and a dog is talking to her. Not just any dog...a fat, old, smart-alecky Basset Hound who says his name is Mosey.

She can't quit, she needs this job. And then there's the yummy vet. Who turns out to live across the street from her in a much bigger house than her tiny house. Big enough to hold a few animals - including the mouthy Mosey. With all this going on, she doesn't have time to worry about the rash of break-ins and the sense of being watched. She's too busy worrying that she's nuts.

When Ninna agrees to dog sit for the cute vet from work, she sees it as a trial at being a pet owner and a way to build on her budding relationship with the vet. For Mosey, this weekend means time to get to know each other.

For the stalker who's tracking Ninna's movements, it means…opportunity.



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EXCERPT

Ninna frowned as something odd registered. She wasn't actually speaking to this other person, or animal or whatever the hell it was. Always before she'd had a two way conversation where she'd actually voiced her thoughts. Yet this time, whoever was speaking had to be reading her mind. And that meant it had to be her imagination. With that, she broke out in a sunny smile. Whew. She could deal with that. She'd just make an appointment with her doctor and get her old prescription reactivated and filled. He might need her to see a therapist again, but even that was no trouble. Not considering the options.

"You could just acknowledge that you can talk to dogs. Surely, that would be easier.

Stupid people.


Dogs? Communicate with dogs? Acknowledge such folly? Hell, no! And why a dog?


If she was going to imagine a talking animal, why not a beautiful wolf? Or at the very least a majestic eagle?


I'd rather be a bloody horse, but hey, I am what I am. I should have been a Newfoundland dog, but someone screwed up the original orders. So guess what? If I have to deal with it, then so do you."


Gripping the armchair tightly, Ninna opened her eyes and studied the dogs around her. From a little one being held in a woman's arms to something that was huge and black and white. She thought it was a Great Dane. There was no sign of a Newfoundland dog, if they were the ones that resembled black bears.

"I said I should have been one of those. Geeze, don't you listen?"
 
"I don't have to listen to you." Her answers just seemed to slip out on its own.

"Yeah ya do, unless you're going to drug yourself up or run away again."

Again? How could he know about her history?

"Because you were just talking about it, dumb ass. Maybe you should go and get your prescriptions filled now. Whatever 'they' are. You're starting to sound like you might need them."

Deep under the disbelief and fear that she truly was on her way to bedlam, irritation and anger stirred. She didn't have to take this. Especially if it was her imagination. She deserved respect. No, she demanded it.

"Snort. Let me know when you're looking for some input on that. Not."

"If you're not my imagination and you're not a gorgeous Newfoundland, who and what are you?" There, that should fix the speaker. Whoever it was, he wasn't likely to get up and walk over. It just proved it was her imagination and she needed to call her doctor. And thank heavens she was still alone in her corner.

"Go ahead and call him. Get more drugs into your system. Let more doctors into your head. Ignore what's really in there. What do I care? I'm just a dumb basset hound to you. It's not like you're going to listen to me no matter what form I'm in. Your kind never does."

Basset hound? That basset hound. Really? Okay, that was a bit much. She spun around looking for the fat one she'd seen earlier. "Okay, smarty pants imagination, I can't see any basset hounds in this room, now." Just then the group of people standing in front of her moved.

The same huge basset hound she'd caught sight of before lay slumped on the floor, soaking up the sunlight, and taking up way too much space in a crowded room like this. He looked closer to a skin dog, what is that breed...a shar pei... with all those wrinkles.

"Oh, aren't you a comedian now. See if I care. Insult me all you want. I know what I am and I know what you are."

Stunned, she slunk as deep in the chair as she could crawl, staring in horrified fascination at the boneless mess of patchwork colors. She eyed him carefully. That dog was looking to get stepped on. And was that a food dish sitting beside him? Surely not.

"What's wrong with keeping my food bowl close? I want to be on hand when someone fills it. Is that so hard to understand? Besides, how can you not know what you are? And you call me stupid. I'm Mosey. You. Are. Psychic."

As she watched, he rolled onto his back, his long ears flapping to the floor on either side of him and those loose jowls slopped to the floor as they reformed into a wide grin.

His mouth never moved, but the voice in her head, said, "Boo. I see you."


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Freelance writer Dale Mayer lives in the beautiful Okanagan valley in British Columbia, Canada. She's multi-pubbed in nonfiction and is currently writing The Essential Series including The Career Essential Series(The Resume, The Cover Letter, The Interview), Lifestyle Essentials (Ergonomics for today's world, Raising the dyslexic child, etc.), and the Gardening Essential Series, (Beginning with Bulbs, Urban Farming, Gardening for Seeds, etc.).

Stay tuned as she adds to these and several other proposed series. For the last decade, she's written on all of these topics either under her own name or as a ghostwriter. As a researcher and technical writer, Dale has a wealth of knowledge she can't wait to share!

However, ficti
...moreFreelance writer Dale Mayer lives in the beautiful Okanagan valley in British Columbia, Canada. She's multi-pubbed in nonfiction and is currently writing The Essential Series including The Career Essential Series(The Resume, The Cover Letter, The Interview), Lifestyle Essentials (Ergonomics for today's world, Raising the dyslexic child, etc.), and the Gardening Essential Series, (Beginning with Bulbs, Urban Farming, Gardening for Seeds, etc.).

Stay tuned as she adds to these and several other proposed series. For the last decade, she's written on all of these topics either under her own name or as a ghostwriter. As a researcher and technical writer, Dale has a wealth of knowledge she can't wait to share!

However, fiction is her passion. Here, she writes taut psychological suspense with romance and paranormal elements. She has recently branched out into writing both mystery and urban fantasy books for young adult with the occasional vampire book thrown in just for fun.
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2 comments:

sparklejewelsp59@yahoo.com said...

I would so love 2 win this book so i can read it great give away

The Zoo said...

We've had two bassets. They started to look like my Dad after a while (or the other way around). They're such a great breed!