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“Game over?” Writing is Witchcraft #FourthWallFriday with @CLFoster1

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GOSH! I did not mean for this to go all crazy with news but Friday kind of is a wrap-up for me.  Let’s get back to what we came for, Fourth-Wall Friday! C.L. Foster has a release and all the ninjas say it is epic and full of awesomesauce. C.L. has a very bold and confident style of writing and also is a lot of fun! You can see from her birthday interview here, she doesn’t hold a lot back! Grab your coffee, or a lemon tea with a hint of sweetness and enjoy this amazing edition for Fourth-Wall Feature! Oh! And afterwards, grab your chance for an e-copy of her latest, Grip of Mortality!


I knew going into this that it was a bad idea. I knew nothing good was going to come of it, but the split second I realized I could do it, impulse took over me and I couldn’t deny the chance was too much to resist.

I stepped into the hall and immediately stepped back into the tiny alcove I was hiding in. Dang it, my flip flops were just not going to work for this little escapade. I slipped them off and tossed them into the shadows of the corner in hopes that no one would see them and either get suspicious or, worse, get rid of them. They are my favorites.

Getting my head back in the game, I decided to try again. I peeked around the corner and looked the other way. The coast was clear, as per usual this time of day. I padded down the hallway until I reached the last door on the right. Of course, I knew right where to go.

Instead of knocking and announcing myself, I made sure my sundress was in order, fluffed my hair, and turned the knob to enter the small office.

“And then we will have to…” Nice, I caught him mid-sentence. “Excuse me, miss. I think you’re very lost,” he said to me. Annoyance was oozing from his pores as he stood from his leather chair and pushed a button on his desk in front of him. Before he began to speak, he looked me up and down, saw I had no shoes and looked very much at home. He scrunched his eyes a bit as if trying to focus on my face. Something about me was familiar. Good.
The phone on his desk rang and he pushed the button to answer it on speakerphone. “Sir?”
Sophie, please bring… tea?” He looked at me in question and I nodded. “Yes, tea for my new guest.”
Yes, sir.” The sweet voice on the other end of the call answered.

Si jefe,” they responded in unison. They stood and exited as if it were a choreographed dance. For two guys the size of small tanks, they moved gracefully and knew their surroundings very well. They were also super obedient to their boss. I was impressed. I shouldn’t have been impressed, but alas, sometimes I still surprise myself.

When the door was closed solidly behind them, he took his seat once again and motioned to one of the chairs that were recently vacated. I smiled sweetly and decided to take him up on his offer. No need to start off on a bad note.

What can I do for you, Miss…?”

Miss works fine for now, Moreno.” I answered kindly, but let him know that I wasn’t about to give him the upper hand in the conversation. I happily sank into the plush chair offered to me.

You seem to know much about me, but I know nothing of you. How is that fair?” He kept a calm look on his face, attempting to appear suave. It made me have to choke down the venom-laced words that were lodged in my throat and plastered on a matching calm look.

Life is not fair.

He nodded in agreement. “Okay, then what can I do for you today, miss?

I’d like to play a game with you.” Keeping my sweet smile pasted in place, I remained silent. I let him mull that sentence over in his head and waited. I knew he couldn’t resist a game or a pretty face. I knew I was his type and that any chance to “play” with me was not going to be passed up.

A game?” His eyes twinkled in delight. “What kind of game did you have in mind?” He leaned closer to his desk and eyeballed me again. I could feel his gaze crawling up my crossed legs and up my chest. He stopped at my face, but I could still feel his slime all over me from that simple gaze. Was it possible anyone could be this gross?

The game is called Guess Me. If you can figure out who I am, you will win a prize.”

And if I don’t figure out who you are, what is your prize?” The lecherous grin that crept across his jawline was enough to make me wish I had brought a weapon of some sort with me. I was sure the tiny cell phone sitting on his desk wasn’t going to work as anything more than a small projectile to distract if I needed it. The phone would probably just bounce off of one of his muscles and shatter anyway. Such is my luck.

If you don’t figure it out, I win and you die.

Rage crashed through his face. “You presume to threaten me in my own home? Who are you?” His bellow shook the window in the tiny room.

A moment later a timid knock at the door alerted him that he should probably act civilized or someone would be alerted. He leaned back in his chair, painted a nonchalant grin on his face, and said, “Enter.”

The curvy brunette strolled in with a tray. She handed me a tall glass of iced tea with lemon and asked if I needed anything else. I shook my head, thanked her, and she left quickly without another word.

The lemon scent filled me with happiness and I couldn’t miss the chance to taste the tea. Of course, it was perfect. Exactly how I like it, just barely sweet enough to notice.

I placed my nearly full glass of tea on the table beside me and asked for paper and a pencil. He looked skeptical, but leaned to the right, opened a drawer, and produced some items to hand to me. He was trying desperately not to show anger or say something horrible. I could see it in his eyes that he was barely holding on.

Oh no, not a pen. A pencil, please?” I asked sweetly.

Okay.” He took the pen back, tossed it in the drawer, dug around for a moment and came up with a pencil. He handed it to me and then looked at me strangely.

You can ask me things. That’s not against the rules,” I offered. The saccharine quality to my voice made me smile from within. Get more bees with honey, right?

What other rules are there?

As if you follow the rules. Just go… try to figure me out and you can live.

Having a woman “allow” him to live really got under his skin. I knew that, but I wanted to say it often just to see his eyes catch fire and then watch him battle to keep it tamed. Since he had no idea who I was, he had no leverage and nothing to use against me. I was his new worst enemy.

This is ridiculous,” he mumbled as I began writing on the pad of paper he handed me.

A moment later, a knock at the door came and he barked, “Enter!”

Linebacker number two, Miguel, stood in the doorway. “Si jefe?

What do you want, Miguel? I’m in a meeting.” He motioned to me.

You called me to come, sir.” Miguel was in no way stupid, but was sure that Moreno had called him.

I didn’t call you. I will be finished here…” he paused and then looked at me, “soon.” Miguel turned and left the room.

A moment later, another knock at the door. Moreno gritted his teeth and stomped to the door. He flung it open and Sophie stood waiting at the door. Her hands were shaking and she handed him a plate.

I didn’t ask for lunch.” He tried to hand the plate back to her, but she turned and walked away before he could. “What the hell is going on here today?” His frustration was making me happy, but I tried not to smile. He walked back to the desk, put the food down, and then pulled his chair out to sit. Taking a steadying breath, he then plopped down. Elbows went to the desktop and he placed his head in his hands.

Rough day?” I asked softly.

I have been having a rough decade or two, but today has just been very weird. I’m having some family issues and my wife is ill. My children make me insane every day.” He stopped suddenly, realizing he was telling too much. Well, he thought he was anyway. “I don’t know why I am telling you about my day. Yes, it’s rough. Can we get this over with? I have more important things to do today.

I shifted in my seat and brought my knees up to rest the pad of paper on them. As he spoke, I continued to write calmly.

What are you writing?” he asked suspiciously.

Just a few notes. Nothing major.” Short answers. He hates not having every detail of information. I will use that to my advantage.

Okay, so you are obviously American. From your accent I would say you are from the South somewhere. Am I right?

I nodded.

You look like you possibly have Native blood.”

Another nod from me.

Oh good, now we are getting somewhere.” He leaned back in his chair with a smug grin on his face. Poor fool thought he was really going to win. He sat up and looked like something clicked in his mind. “You know so much about me and are Native. Does that mean you are Calusa?”

I tried not to, but snorted out a laugh. “No. I’m not, but thank you for the compliment.”

His eyebrows furrowed. He couldn’t piece it together. Of course he couldn’t. I didn’t let him.

I asked him if I could have the pen he had offered me earlier and he huffed out a frustrated breath before reaching into the drawer for it. He leaned over and looked harder, then pulled the drawer fully open to look. “What the…?” He couldn’t find it. “I know I just threw that pen in here.” He shook his head as if to loosen a memory. “See? I told you. Weird stuff is happening in here today.

I see. It’s okay. I have the pencil. I’m good.” I shifted in the chair again, pulling my feet into the seat and sitting on them. I reached up and fluffed my hair back and regretted leaving it down. I forgot how hot it was in the Everglades.

He watched my every move. As my hands were coming back down to pick the pad of paper back up from my lap, his eyes snagged on a piece of artwork on my inner wrist.

“Interesting tattoo. Does it mean something?

Every piece of artwork on my body means something. What would infinity symbolize to you?” I took his question and instead of answering it, turned it back on him.

My kingdom. Life. Everything.” He smiled triumphantly. Proud of his answer.

Such a foolish answer.

I’ve had enough of this conversation, this game, and you,” he spouted suddenly.

Game over?” I asked with a slight pout to my lips.

Yes. I will escort you out. This has been a complete waste of my time.” He stood and walked to the door to open it and let me out. As I stood, I flipped the pencil over and began erasing the words I had been scribbling during our chat.

He tugged on the door, but it wouldn’t open. He huffed out another annoyed breath. I could see the vein in his forehead throbbing and he was dangerously close to losing his cool façade. He stomped back to his desk to push the button on the phone to alert Sophie that she was needed. The button buzzed as it should, but no one answered. Then he saw the lunch that was on his desk was missing. He looked up at me confused. Then went to push the button on the phone again, but the phone was gone.

I stood perfectly still in the middle of the room with the pad of paper and pencil with the eraser poised just over the last few words on the paper. I stepped closer to the desk so he could see my handiwork.

Written on the paper were a bunch of nouns, mostly erased. Sophie. Miguel. Pen. Lunch. Hallway.

The only word remaining on the page was: Moreno.

His eyes bulged and fear shot through him. “Witch? You’re a witch?” He stumbled back into the wall and held onto it for support.

No, Moreno, I’m far more dangerous than any witch, Calusa, or even your daughters. I’m your worst nightmare.”

How? Who are you? What is this?

This, my dear, is a test.

A test? For what?

To see if you are worthy.

Stop speaking in riddles and tell me what you want.

I stopped taunting him. I just smiled for a moment.

Please?” He actually asked me. With manners! He had manners? How did I miss that?

I chuckled and said, “Okay. This was a test to see if you had fear. I needed to see if you were capable of having fear. If you can fear, you can also love. Hate isn’t the only thing you’re made of. I knew that, but I needed to see for myself.”

What? Fear? Why would my fear matter to you?” He stopped squirming as if he could wiggle into the wall and looked at me. “Why do I feel that I know you? If you are going to kill me, at least tell me that much.

Well, I owe you nothing, but relax. I’m not going to kill you.”

He audibly sighed, but his body stayed tense. Smart.

Your fear matters to me because I needed to know that you were capable of love. If I am going to keep you around for more stories, I had to know if there was a redeemable quality about you. I see that there is a tiny shred of hope there, so at least all hope isn’t lost.

Stories? You’re a reporter?

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “A reporter? Really? I didn’t make you stupid. Think. Stop being a whiny bitch and focus.”

He stared at me for a moment and tried to rationalize, but couldn’t “get” it.

I sighed. “Oh my dear Moreno.” I adjusted the pad and positioned the pencil. Before I wrote anything, I sent him a little wink. “Sit.” He didn’t move to sit right away, so I wrote “Moreno sat at his desk” and he complied. Man, I love this job.

His eyes widened and he acted as if he wanted to speak, but I wrote “Moreno will shut up and listen to me.” And, just like magic, he sat silently, so I began. “You have so many issues and so much anger. I know your story and life so well, because I wrote it. You were created in my mind. Your daughters, your wife, this kingdom, your wealth, your feud with your family. All of it. I created it. I wrote the first part of your story already and have given it to the world. Most people that read about you, hate you. And I understand their menace and hatred. I wrote you that way, but as I think about the next few books I will write about your amazing children, I wanted to see if I needed to kill you or find a way to save you. The jury is still out, but at least I saw a little spark of fear in you today. Fear means you value life, even if it’s only a shred. It also means that you are capable of learning and loving. I won’t bet on you to end up being a good guy, but at least I know you aren’t as horrendous as I have you made out to be in my head.”

He looked as if he wanted to speak.

Oh, sorry.” I scribbled, “Moreno can speak” on the paper.

I don’t understand this joke or witch craft or whatever this is, but I am definitely fearful in this moment.

I sighed again. “It’s okay. You don’t have to understand the moment. I got what I wanted.” I picked up the glass of tea and took a long sip. “Man, that tea is incredible. I can’t get anyone to make it that perfect. Maybe I should just live in one of my books.” I chuckled to myself, knowing he wasn’t going to fully grasp the realness of the situation as I plopped the pad of paper back on the desk. I re-wrote all of the things I had previously erased and added a few more words, just for emphasis. I hoped it would maybe aid him in the direction I would rather see him go in.

Even though I toyed with you and you still aren’t truly understanding who I am. I’m pretty excited that I got to meet you. Take my advice, would ya? I really don’t want things to end badly for you. I want to think you can be redeemed.

I walked to the door and slipped through quickly. The look on his stunned face when I was able to even open the door, was truly a treat. I tiptoed down the hallway, retrieved my favorite flip flops, and vanished.

Moreno leaned over and picked up the pad of paper from his desk. He read: Sophie. Miguel. Pen. Lunch. Hallway. Under that list of words, was written: Peace. Love. Acceptance. Future.

About C.L. Foster

CL is eclectic, geeky, positive, nature-loving and completely non-"normal" (just the way she likes to be). She has been a fan of literature since she was a small child and finally decided to take her dreams (both waking and sleeping!) and do something positive with them.

CL has lived all over the world and has a Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice, minoring in Psychology and Forensics. Which means you don't want to cross her because she knows how and where to hide a body so it's never found! She proudly admits to hearing voices in her head, but at times, her characters' impromptu visits can be rude and annoying. Thankfully, she has adequate patience for their shenanigans and can out ninja them any day of the week.

CL's voice is boisterous, sassy, and not finished yet! Stay tuned!

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“Game over?” Writing is Witchcraft #FourthWallFriday with @CLFoster1Grip of Mortality
Series: Imprint Series Book 1
by C.L. Foster
Pages: 199
Published by Ambrosia Arts
on December 1, 2013
Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
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The curse of the Cortez family followed Mira Cortez and a decision needed to be made; it wasn’t if she will go but a matter of when. Mira won’t sit by and wait while her mate is sent on a mission that could end him and their chance to break her family’s curse. She must join her mate and use her hidden ability to protect him and their way of life, before they all become Endangered.

The family of wereleopards must battle for their lives against their greatest enemy... their own family.

With the odds against them, everything depends on The Cortez Quintuplets. Combine they’re a force to be reckoned with but when Rozar Cortez meets her mate, everything changes. With all on the line, she must choose: continue to fight with her family and use her curse ability or take a chance on love even if he’s not what he seems.

Will Rozar follow her heart or will she face being trapped by the Grip of Mortality?

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