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Margarita Senoritas & Karaoke with Katie – Erica Lucke Dean (Fourth-Wall Friday)

To Katie With Love

Fourth-Wall Friday with Erica Lucke Dean

Geoff finally has left for work allowing me to read the next installment of my online Vampire smut The Blood of the First without being teased. It was bad enough he mocked me for watching Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl, but this was something he seemed to really enjoy poking fun of me about. I grabbed my tablet and prepared for a quiet morning finding out what Erica had in mind for Sebastian, It was really getting good, I think she was finally going to fall in love with Sebastian! Reaching for my coffee I read the last of week 4…

I withered under his glare.

“I was under the impression you had no feelings for me….yet,” he added softly.

“I’m your w-wife,” I stammered, tracing the pattern on the rug with my eyes.

Sebastian tipped my chin up and his eyes held me frozen in place. “And as my wife, you have no competition. I’ve assured you that many times now. But I have business with Anne. She’s my maker, as I am yours. It is a connection that cannot be severed.” He whispered his lips against my forehead. “No matter how much we may wish it so.”

I nodded awkwardly, my chin still in his grasp, and struggled to find my voice. “What is Anne to my father?”

“A novelty. As far as I can tell.”

 

I started, instead of a hot ceramic cup, I was shocked at the coldness of the glass…wait, a glass? Inwardly I groan and I slowly look up, instead of my living room it appears to be a bar, at least it smells like one “Where in the hell am I this Friday?” There was a howling coming from a stage, squinting I saw a middle age man looking a little worse for wear yet definitely enjoying himself! Could this be a S&M bar?  “GO PHIL!! Sing it“, someone chanted from a back booth..Oh wait this is Katie’s Week of Glory which means…

Margarita Senoritas and Karaoke at Daun Jaun’s! 

This is going to be rich, I hope Erica is drug up on stage…” we will see! Sliding my tablet into my bag, I take a long sip of my blended drink and sit back to watch the show… wait, is that Sebastian too? No way! 

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Karaoke, Vampires, Sorceresses and Katie?

I stepped through the door and froze. For the past six months, I’d spent several hours in this place—every Tuesday night, to be precise—but suddenly, I was unsure of where I was. Had they redecorated? Hired an entirely new staff? If I didn’t know better, I’d say I wasn’t even in the Whistle Stop. But it was definitely karaoke night—I recognized the song blasting out of the speakersbut no one ever sings that song here. Paradise by the dashboard light?

Erica, you made it.” At first I didn’t recognize the voice. It’s one I hadn’t heard out loud before, but my subconscious knew it as well as my own.

Katie?” My mouth fell open as I stared at the attractive brunette standing in front of me. She could have been me, ten—ok, fifteen years ago.

You look surprised. We’ve been expecting you,” she said.

They’ve been expecting me? I wasn’t even expecting me…I mean, I had no idea they would be here. And speaking of here, “Where am I?

An older woman approached me with a wide smile. “Don Juan’s, silly. We come here every Friday night.” I would have known her spiky caramel hair anywhere.

Silvia?” I glanced around the room, noting the unusually bright décor. “But…it—it’s Tuesday. I’m supposed to be at the Whistle Stop in Blue Ridge.”

Silvia chuckled as she patted my shoulder. “Somebody started drinking before she got here. Are you singing tonight?

My head bobbled like a gift shop toy as I gaped between Silvia and Katie. Two of my favorite characters from To Katie With Love. Characters I’d made up in my head. They should not be standing in front of me like…well, real people.

Hey, everyone. Erica’s here. She’s going to sing tonight.” June smiled, her dark velvety skin crinkling around her eyes. “Are you going to sing Patsy Cline? Everyone loves when you sing Patsy.”

Phil finished singing and approached the table. “Now that she’s finally here, we can get this party started! Where’s the beer?” A perky blonde waitress set a pitcher down and Phil scooped it up and took a long gulp before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, looking directly at me. “Did you forget it was Katie’s birthday?

Can I get one of those?” I pointed at a deep glass filled with a frozen green concoction, then up at the snarky expression on the face of the girl holding it. Her fiery red hair bounced as she laughed at me.

“By all means. Let’s get the writer a drink,” Vicky said as she filled a glass for me.

I took my frozen drink from her outstretched hand and immediately went to work sucking it through the straw by the mouthful.

Take it easy, there. We don’t want you dying of brain freeze before you’ve finished the sequel.

I—I don’t get brain freeze,” I said in between swallows.

Well—” Vicky cocked an eyebrow at me and sneered. “—aren’t you special?

N—no, I don’t think I’m special.” I think I might be in a coma, though. Did you say it’s Katie’s birthday? Her 30th birthday?

Bite your tongue!” Silvia chuckled. “She’s got a whole year before she turns 30…right, Katie?

Katie’s face flushed bright red. For the first time since I’d gotten there, I noticed what she was wearing—a short black leather skirt with knee high spiked heel boots and a sheer blouse. I wanted to apologize for making her wear it, but I figured, at least in this world, she would blame it on Silvia, and why get myself into more trouble than I clearly already was?

Nice outfit,” I said between gulps. Why I’d asked for a margarita, I had no idea. Margaritas were not my friend. I’d had a bad run in with tequila once upon a time.

Katie gave me a shy smile. “Thanks.” Then threw back the rest of her amber colored shot.

I should have asked for one of those. I love Grand Marnier. I wonder what happened to that bartender. And who’s paying for the drinks here? Can I run up a tab? This is my dream after all, right?

Katie James, where’s the birthday girl. It’s your turn to sing!” Several voices invaded my thoughts.

Next thing I knew, I was standing on the stage with a microphone in my hand while the others sat watching from the cramped booth in the corner. The Etta James song I would’ve never been chosen for myself began to play. “Wait a minute! I’m not Katie. I don’t sing this song!” I tried to argue, but as the words rolled up on the screen, I found my voice and gave it my best shot.

That’s when he walked in. Henry Cavill?

Cooper!” A wide smile broke across his handsome face as everyone shouted his name.

Right…Cooper. Of course.

Cooper made his way toward the stage and his eyes locked with mine. My heart kicked into hyper-drive and my knees went weak. If this is a dream, please do NOT wake me up. He smiled and gave me a nod before turning and walking away to slide into the booth beside Katie. Figures. The chemistry between them was electric. She was practically straddling him in the booth as he inhaled her. How no one seemed to notice but me was unfathomable.

As the final chords of my song faded away, the music morphed into something else. Something darker. Night on Bald Mountain? Really? Fantasia? Then a rush of cold air swept by me as the doors flew open and another couple stepped inside.

She was beautiful, dark hair with vibrant streaks of red, and he was…well…be still my heart. He was…

Jack?” I heard myself say his name.

His face lit up with a wide smile. “Erica! I’m so happy to see you. I owe you big time for introducing me to—

Ivie?” I spoke again, dumbfounded to see my other favorite fictional couple in the room. But they didn’t belong in To Katie With Love. Somehow they’d escaped the pages of Suddenly Sorceress. But that wasn’t even published yet! “What are you doing here?”

Ivie giggled. “I heard someone was having a party.”

Then I heard Phil groan from the booth. “Ok…who invited the witch?

He did!” Silvia, Katie and Vicky all pointed to the black cat sitting on the bar, lapping up a margarita from a saucer.

H—how did the cat get in here? Are cats even allowed in a bar?” I asked.

Who, Henry? He’s not really here. He’s just a figment of my imagination,” Katie said.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scruffy feline as he staggered to a bowl of peanuts and helped himself. “But I can see him.

“That’s because we’re all figments of your imagination.”

Waitress!” I waved my hand in the air until the perky blonde came over. “I need something a little stronger than a margarita.

Just be glad no one told the vampires where we were going,” Vicky said.

The vampires?” Katie’s eyebrows pulled together and she glared at Silvia. “What vampires?

Don’t look at me.” Silvia chuckled.

No, not those stupid books you read.” Vicky blew out an exasperated breath. “The writer…she has this vampire serial on her blog. When she remembers to updated it, that is.

I have a name you know.” I cocked an eyebrow at Vicky but she just shrugged.

Anyway,” Vicky went on. “We wouldn’t want one of them crashing the party. Their drinking habits are a little more extreme than tequila and beer.”

Another gust of wind ruffled my hair and I looked toward the door to see Claude, Sebastian and Victoria saunter in, wearing matching smirks. Someone spoke too soon.

Hey,” the bartender shouted at them. “We don’t serve your kind in here.

Relax. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. We’re not here to drink. We came to sing,” Victoria said.

What she said.” Sebastian threw an arm over Victoria’s shoulder.

She shrugged him off and Claude laughed as he walked up to the DJ. “Have anything by Elton John?”

Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me?” the guy stammered.

Perfect! Fire it up, I’m ready to sing,” Claude said. “Phil? Care to do a duet?

Why the hell not.” Phil polished off the rest of his pitcher before darting to the stage.

Can I get another one of these?” I held up my empty glass. I may as well enjoy the madness while it lasts, I guess.

It’s going to be an interesting night.

 

About Erica Lucke Dean

“I’m an author of fluffy romance and paranormal romance novels, with a twist. I blog about life in my haunted farmhouse and other ridiculous things. And I laugh at myself when I trip. ”Erica Lucke Dean

ericaldean-001After walking away from her career as a business banker to pursue writing full-time, Erica moved from the hustle and bustle of the big city to a small tourist town in the North Georgia Mountains where she lives in a 90-year-old haunted farmhouse with her workaholic husband, her 180-lb. lap dog, and at least one ghost.

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When she’s not busy writing or tending to her collection of crazy chickens, diabolical ducks, and a quintet of piglets, hell-bent on having her for dinner, she’s either reading bad fan fiction or singing karaoke in the local pub. Much like the main character in her newest book,To Katie With Love, Erica is a magnet for disaster, and has been known to trip on air while walking across flat surfaces.

How she’s managed to survive this long is one of life’s great mysteries.

To Katie with Love

To Katie with Love

Banker Katie James has a serious thing for romance novels. She’d almost rather settle for a fictional boyfriend than risk her heart on a flesh-and-blood man. Besides, the only real guy she’s remotely interested in is her rich, unattainable client, the mysterious Cooper Maxwell.

Looking less like the ultra-conservative man she knows and more like a drop-dead sexy character from one of her books, Cooper crashes Katie’s 29th birthday party. But one too many drinks lands Katie in uncharted territory… Cooper’s bedroom!

Drunk on love, Katie dives headfirst into the relationship only to discover that Cooper is keeping secrets… dangerous ones. As if things couldn’t get worse, her meddling mother makes a surprise visit, digging up a whole new set of problems.

Who would have guessed having an assassin for a boyfriend would be the least of her worries?

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Fourth-Wall Friday

Ever wonder what happens if you were to break into your world build and sit down and have a beer with your main characters? I think I would love to have tea with Jane Eyre, or discuss the best way to take care of vampires with Jane Yellowstone…maybe having Susie Shotgun take me out for some Angels Tears…

Interested in being part of Cabin Goddess’ Fourth-Wall Friday? I will soon be opening up my schedule from July through Christmas and have a few limited reserved Friday’s for special Fourth-Wall Friday spots (Sign ups for July – December 2013), such as book releases and tours. Contact me at kriss@cabingoddess.com for more info. I hope everyone (authors and readers alike) takes time peruse the archives and find out just what other authors have done and enjoy a lot of amazing world builds!

Fourth-Wall FridayAllow yourself as an author to open up a new avenue of sharing your AUTHOR PERSONA & WORLD BUILD in a unique and creative fashion.. Just take a chance, write fluidly and from within that “place” you hangout at with your muse. Or perhaps walk in the door, tuck into a corner & watch your characters get into trouble before you take a chance and talk to them…

 

9 Comments

  1. Sigh… you had me a margarita! This book looks like a fantastic pool side read. Can’t wait to get to it.

  2. Thank you a million times over for inviting me to do the 4th Wall Friday! This was the best fun I’ve had in a long time!

  3. Brilliant post! 🙂

  4. Wonderful to see two great peeps here on the Friday Wall . . . loved the scene and all the characters. Good fun.

  5. That would be the only way I would ever do Karaokee…either in my mind or completely drunk along with everyone else so that no one would remember it, lol.

  6. Looks like a great summer read on our LONG trip driving from kentucky to Maine and back!

    Barrie

  7. Looks like two fun books to escape into. Thanks for the wonderful giveaway .

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