Jan Hurst-Nicholson's Entry

From Can You Drink the Water? a novel by Jan Hurst-Nicholson
Website: http://www.just4kix.jimdo.com/
Available now: http://amzn.to/a2V4Zy (Amazon US) and http://amzn.to/aferbq (Amazon UK)


 It's British humour and the characters are from Liverpool, hence the accent.

Mavis unpacked the suitcases, stowing the clothes neatly in drawers and cupboards, until she was able to exhume a large wooden-framed photograph of her grinning mam and dad. She swept her sleeve across the smudged glass before propping the photo proudly on the bedside table.
 "What the hell is that?" Frank said, arrested in the middle of re-rolling the cigarette he had inadvertently flattened with the suitcase. 
"It's a picture of me mam and dad," Mavis said fondly, re-positioning it so the elderly faces grinned down at the bed.
"Where the hell did'ya gerrit?"
"Me mam had it made as a going-away present."
"Will you look at the size of it! If you put a mast on it we could've sailed over on it," Frank said, the cigarette screwed into the corner of his mouth. "I hope you're not thinking of leaving it there. How d'you expect me to sleep with your old lady starin' down at me all night?"
Mavis was long accustomed to Frank's opinion of her parents, but now, with them so far away, his snide remarks stung. Her lower lip trembled, and forcing back tears she challenged, "Okay, clever dick, where d'you suggest I put it?"
He gave a leering grin. "It'll make your eyes water!"

Lindsey Loucks's Entry

From The Grave Winner, a novel in progress by Lindsey Loucks
Blog: http://jessesaidyes.blogspot.com

Leigh: “He (Miguel) asked you to marry him?”
Jo: “No. But he did ask me to a party this Friday.”
Leigh: “Start your razors. You could make a hat from your leg hair for him.”

M.F. Burbaugh's Entry

From We Were Legends, a novel by MF Burbaugh
We Were Legends: http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0615509363/ref=sib_dp_kd#reader-link
Circle of Seven:      http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1456567268/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link

“It ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings, and I ain’t seen no fat ladies since I been here, General,” I said, “just one lard-ass king.”
 “Well put, Jake,” said Linda. “My butt is the fattest I have seen, and baby, it ain’t fat, its perrrrrrrfect!” All those in range laughed.

Jeffrey Keenan's Entry

From Space Pirate (working title), a work in progress by Jeffrey Keenan
Website: http://www.epress-online.com/KEENAN/Bennings-War/sales-page.htm

Jones faced the monitor and tapped a few keys. Images loaded on the screen and Jones watched them, silent and intent.
“She was most lovely, John.”
Jones smiled a wry smile and took a shallow breath. “She was the prettiest woman I ever knew, Pixie.”
“Looking at her image always seems to hurt you, John.”
“Yes.”
“But you continue to look.”
“Doesn’t make sense, does it, Pixie?”
“I do not understand why you would want to do something that causes you pain.”
Jones thought for a moment, his chest tightening. “Fear, Pixie.”
“Captain?” He smiled to himself. Pixie always reverted to his rank when confused.
“I’m afraid I’ll forget her. I couldn’t bear to forget her, Pixie.”
“This is love, John?”
Jones closed the images, and sat back. “This is love, Pixie.”
“I do not think I understand it, John.”
He chuckled, a bleak smile spreading across his face.
“Join the club, Pixie, join the club.”

John Steiner's Entry

From Half Seen, Half Hidden, a story (awaiting acceptance) by John Steiner

“The way they’re– well, just layin’ about you’d think maybe some wild animal had a turn at’um. But we ain’t found no teeth marks an’ I’ma damn sure there’s not bear in the world familiar with the finer points of killin’ with a hatchet.” -Depute Francies of the Wilson, Wyoming Sheriff's Office

Matt Posner's Entry

From School of the Ages: Level Three's Dream, a novel coming soon by Matt Posner

Book One, School of the Ages: The Ghost in the Crystal Available now:

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My website is http://schooloftheages.webs.com

Twitter  @schooloftheages

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Protagonist Simon verbally spars with a man carving a gravestone in a dream world:

“What should it say?” asked the Chiseler.
“Sorry?"
“Your gravestone. What should it say?”
“That’s not my gravestone. I’m not dead yet.”
“You ought to be.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s your gravestone.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“I don’t make sense,” said the Chiseler. “I make gravestones.”

C.D. Hussey's Entry

From La Luxure: Discover Your Blood Lust, a novel by C.D. Hussey
Available now: 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004WKVGBG

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/La-Luxure/CD-Hussey/e/2940012817242

http://www.cdhussey.com/

He glanced at her drink and took a quick sniff. "Are you drinking Absinthe out of a plastic cup?"
She bit her lip. "I am."
"I don't think that's allowed," he teased.
"Are you the Absinthe police?"
"If it means I get to take you into custody, then yes."
The alcohol was making her as bold and confident a flirt as he was. Hopefully, it made her half as sexy. "Arrest me then," she said.