Could this actually be SUMMER??

Today I went into the city to do some shopping....and oh my God it seemed that Summer may have been listening to my mild rant that it had failed to show up, because it reached 32 degrees.  Not the best time to decide to A) catch public transport & B) buy up bulky-ish items.  So, now here I am, lazing on my bed, listening to the cicadas make their twang style music, and wondering if I can be bothered going to the outside freezer for an ice cream.  The upside was that I did get some nifty things including a couple of tops.

I also visited the wonderful ladies at Rendezvous (a specialist Romance Book store) and got another 4 books to add to my pile of 'to be read'.  So saying I have once again begun my writing and this one will be a paranormal romance (teasing the lines of romantica).  Here's the prologue for you if you are interested... if not catch my next posting:

Prologue

12 Months Ago

‘Knock, knock, knock.’

She didn’t want to answer it.  Whoever was at the door could just go away and leave her alone.  Hers parents were dead, never laughing in the kitchen or nagging her on the state of her bedroom even though she was well past her teenage years at twenty-two.  ‘I’m sorry, so sorry Jasmine.  Please let us know if we can do anything for you.’  Well, they couldn’t, no one could.  Could they bring them back? No.

“Jasmine, its Aunt Susan, please open the door love.” Ha!  Aunt Susan couldn’t stand her and the feeling was mutual, so there must be someone there with her for her to call her any sort of endearment.  Bitchy thought but a fact nonetheless.  “Jasmine, come on now.  There’s someone here that says he’s a friend of your parents and needs to talk to you.  Jasmine, he’s from the government.”  So, that was it.  Someone from the authorities was there and had just confirmed her aunt’s feelings about her parents by just being here to see her.

There was some mumbling on the other side of the door, then silence.  Good, maybe they’ll finally leave me the hell alone.  Five days ago everything had been fine.  She still shared a house with her parents, they led separate lives but they were there.  She’d been away at an academics conference when someone had broken in and murdered them.  Since then Jazz had had to deal with reporters, the authorities (who didn’t have a clue) and worst of all her insincere aunt.  Now she was all alone; it was hard to even wander the house as they haunted every space and shadow.  It was all too hard.  Dragging the old patchwork blanket over her Jazz snuggled under the comforting wool in hopes of sleeping without dreams.

Somewhere in her dreams she thought she heard a voice murmuring to her; something about there being a time in the near future when she would have to deal with something but that he would be there…but it was all a dream.  Wasn’t it? So Jazz forgot all about it.