June is nearly upon us, and I’m working on a few different projects. One of them, is a new addition to the Valentine Apart series. This series will trace John Rafferty’s origins, the rise of The Syndicate, and the person who trained Allan and Mac Avery. The working title is Lucia and The Saints. I’m planning to release this series in the form of short ebooks, between 25 and 50 pages per book, for 99 cents each. It’s not ready yet, but in the meantime, here’s a tiny snippet of what I’m working on. Enjoy!
Jacob sat at the end of the bar on the last stool, his glass in his hand. Every few seconds, he glanced at the two people, a man and a woman, talking at the opposite end, who were busy whispering about, what he could only assume, was him. Whenever one of them looked over at him, he would quickly turn away and find some random object inside the bar to stare at: the booths and tables in the dining area, the bartender or the waitresses, the endless wall of framed photos behind the bar. This was his job interview, and so far, it didn’t seem to be going too well.
“He’s too young,” the woman said. “I have to tell you John, I’m completely against this.”
“I think he has potential,” John said. “You said so yourself, Lucia: we need fresh blood.”
“Fresh blood,” Lucia said. “Not young blood. This kid is way too young.” She looked over at Jacob, who had raised his glass to take a sip of his beverage. “Look at him!”
“What’s wrong with him?” John asked.
Lucia nodded towards the glass in Jacob’s hand. “He’s drinking chocolate milk, for Christ’s sake!” She spoke in a loud whisper, which got Jacob’s attention. He set his glass down, climbed off of his bar stool, and approached them.
“You know, you’ve really got a pair, kid,” John said. Lucia folded her arms. “But I like that.”
“Thanks,” Jacob said. He used fingers to rake through his sandy-brown hair. “So, am I in, or out?”
He’s drinking chocolate milk, for Christ’s sake!
Lucia shook her head. “I don’t like this,” she said. “I don’t like this one bit.”
“Let’s give him a chance,” John said. He reached up and scratched the back of his head full of jet black hair. “Let’s see how it goes. Lucia?”
Lucia looked at John in surprise. “Oh, you better not say what I think you’re about to say,” she snapped.
“There’s no one better for the job,” John said, shrugging his shoulders. “Show him the ropes. It’ll be good for him…and you.”
Lucia turned to Jacob in disgust. She sighed heavily. “I put bullets in people for a living,” she muttered. “Now I’m a goddamned babysitter.”
June is Valentine Apart Month on woolastonentertainment.com. Stay tuned for more of Lucia and The Saints!
