Cliff adjusted the eye-patch and scrutinized the perfect but expensive pirate’s reflection in the full length mirror. “You’re one handsome son of a gun, Cliffy Boy, if I do say so myself. Especially now that you’re a widower.”
The doorbell rang. He grumbled about early trick-or-treaters and went to the door.
“Damn it to hell.” Cliff looked down to see his dead wife’s recently vanished black cat run through the living room and out onto the terrace, the terrace from where he’d helped the wife who cramped his style to her untimely but necessary death.
The cat leapt onto the terrace railing and turned around.
“So you want to play, do you? Well, you’re dead meat, cat. I’m sick of dealing with you.” He moved forward.
“Now, Cliff,” a familiar, feminine voice chastised. “That’s hardly fair.”
“Who said that?”
“You know who I am.”
Cliff shrieked, turned, and fell back into the living room.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Cliff found himself outside again, along the perimeter of the terrace.
The cat on the handrail let out a screech and struck. Thrown off balance, Cliff felt talons and fangs push him backward into space. Two sets of flickering green eyes burned into his as he fell. On the way down forty-two floors to the earth below, he thought of something odd. He’d never noticed before how his late wife’s eyes and those of the cat looked one and the same.
About the Author:After studying drama at the University of Miami in Miami, Florida, Heather went to Manhattan to pursue a career. There she wrote short stories, novels, comedy acts, television treatments, ad copy, commercials, and two one-act plays, which were produced at Playwrights Horizon and well-received. Once she even ghostwrote a book on how to run an employment agency. She was unemployed at the time.
One of her first paying jobs was writing a love story for a book published by Bantam called Moments of Love. She had a deadline of one week but promptly came down with the flu. Heather wrote "The Sands of Time" with a raging temperature, and delivered some pretty hot stuff because of it. Her stint at New York City’s No Soap Radio - where she wrote comedic ad copy – help develop her long-time love affair with comedy.
Her first novel of the Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries, Murder is a Family Business, is winner of the Single Titles Reviewers’ Choice Award 2011, and the second, A Wedding to Die For, received the 2012 finalist nods from both Global and EPIC’s Best eBook Mystery of the Year. The third of the series, Death Runs in the Family, recently debuted and has already received rave reviews. All three books are published out of a Canadian publishing house, MuseItUp.
San Jose, California 95135
Heather's blog at: http://tinyurl.com/4nensnp