Here’s a little snippet from my WIP (the sequel to CONFESSIONS OF A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC HITWOMAN):
“I see a disco ball in your future.” Aramani Vasquez, the closest thing I had to a friend at Insuring the Future delivered this pronouncement right after she sprinkled a handful of candy corn into her Caesar salad.
Disgusted by her food combination, I pushed my own peanut butter and jelly sandwich away. “Really? A disco ball?”
If you’d told me a month ago that I’d be leaning over a table in the lunchroom, paying close attention to the bizarre premonitions of my half-crippled-wanna-be-psychic co-worker, I would have said you were crazy.
But I’d had one hell of a month.
First there had been the car accident. My sister Teresa and her husband Dirk were killed, my four-year-old niece Katie wound up in a coma, and I ended up with the ability to talk to animals. Trust me I know exactly how crazy that sounds, but it’s true…I think.
On top of everything else, I inadvertently found myself hurtling down a career path I never could have imagined.
I’m now a hitwoman for hire. Yes, I kill people for money…but just so you know, I don’t go around killing just anyone. I’ve got standards. The two men I killed were bad men, very bad men.
What strange food combos gross YOU out?
I love fruit (apples, berries, oranges) in salad and I know some people can’t stand that.