by Ann Denton
At first, I reel back. “Um … I dunno.”
She pulls out an oatmeal raisin and smells it. She takes a huge bite. “Mmmm.”
“Maybe I’ll just let you bite each of them first.”
She shakes her head no. “Mmm-nn. This is rehabilitation therapy.” She pushes the box toward me.
The scent of chocolate chips and peanut butter wafts over me. The cinnamon from the snickerdoodles calls my name. A line of rainbow macarons scream out, “Lyon! We need you! Our life isn’t complete without you!” And then my kryptonite. Carrot cake sandwich cookies.
My hand’s in the box before I can stop it, digging through the pile of decadent deliciousness.
I bite into my sandwich cookie and sigh. “OMG, if poisoning your boyfriend gets me this many cookies … Danny better watch out.”
JR throws a thumbprint cookie at me. “Don’t push it lady!”
I grin. “Seriously though. Between making up with Luke, making up with you, and my mom leaving, this is turning into the best night ever.”
“You made up with Luke? Dish. Now.”
We settle into the pillows and I update her while we crunch through a rainbow assortment of happiness.
JR’s clutching her stomach and bemoaning that tenth cookie when I get a text.
It’s from Jacob, my were-coyote adoptive father.
Hey Ly-ly. It’s been a few days. Thought I’d check in. Happy Halloween honey. Anything exciting happen?
I collapse in a fit of giggles. Somehow, the question is so ironic that it’s hilarious. I don’t even know where to start. If only he knew …
I share the text with JR and she forgets her tummy trouble long enough to laugh with me.
We’re debating my reply when another text dings.
I open it. It’s from the hospital.
You have been scheduled for a new blood draw on November 2nd at 11:00 p.m. Unfortunately, your prior blood draw was involved in a mix up at the lab. Your results are not available at this time. Sincerely, Dr. Eduardo Manuel.
I raise an eyebrow as I text back, What kind of mix up?
To my surprise, he responds.
I think some lab rat mislabeled or mishandled your sample.
Why?
Because the results were a mix of sweetheart and darkheart blood. This is not possible.
I laugh. “Of course, that would happen to me.”
I text him back to ask just what kind of mix they got. Out of morbid curiosity.
JR cocks her head. “What would happen to you?”
“The hospital messed up my blood and magic test.”
“How do you know that?”
The new text dings. I hold my phone up so JR can see just how ridiculous the results are.
“They think I’m part demon.”
A Personal Note from Lyon Fox
Dude,
I think I need a vacation after that holiday.
Yeah.
Definitely.
Any ideas where I should go?
Drop in on Ann Denton’s Facebook page and tell me your fave vacation spot. I’m always there, lurking.
—What? No!
The author’s saying I might have a three month vacation.
She’s saying I don’t have enough reviews. That you don’t love me enough to review me, so she’s gonna slow down writing my series to focus on another that people love. (One. That was harsh. I think she’s channeling my mother. Two. That’s not true, right? You love me? Don’t you?)
I just got my first kiss from Luke. I don’t want to wait three more months to get my hands on him.
Come on people. Use those fingers. Click those stars. So that I can get more stars in my eyes over Lukey-Pukey. Ok, that’s a terrible nickname.
See? I need more time to come up with a better nickname. Help a girl out.
-Ly
The Lyon Fox Mysteries
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2. Enchanted Execution - Available Now
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Acknowledgments
Big thanks to the following people:
The hub. Obviously. For being awesome and pushing me to pursue this dream.
Raven, Ivy, Mia, Aubry, S, Janie, Christine, Rebecca, Lacey, Josephine, Misti, Kezi, and everyone else who provided feedback or love to Lyon. I couldn’t have done it without you.
The kiddos. Thanks for the nights you went to sleep early.
About the Author
I’m at Stay at Home Bookkeeper for my husband and Stay at Home Mom to two wonderfully mischievous children under age 6. I write after bedtime, so I suppose I should thank the creators of Melatonin for the ability to write this book. Just kidding. Sorta.
I love the arts: painting, theatre, and reading. I have an undergrad degree in Playwriting and a grad degree in Theatre History. Socrates rocks my socks.
I’m an INTJ. If you’ve never taken a Meyers Briggs personality test, I recommend them.
I would love to talk to you about the book. Yes you. You can ask me questions on Facebook. If you sign up for my newsletter on my website, I’ll email you about upcoming books.
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