Hi, my name is Arlene Webb and I’m delighted to guest at Romancing the Book.
My debut novel, Ashes, (recently published with MuseitHot) came about on a sizzling summer day. Out of nowhere, I wrote a brutal opening paragraph. A beaten man dead in the desert. I started wondering who he was, why he’d died, and who’d care. His brother popped in and oh my, was he pissed. It took 90,000 words to make things right. The following is a little intro to the Logan twins.
Lyle Logan: “Why? Give me one reason I should believe you? I think, therefore I am. I don’t need some frickin’ deity—”
Arlene: “Yes, you do. Without me, you can’t form words. And, son, you will watch your mouth on this website. Understand?”
Sigh. “I’m not infallible.”
Lyle: “Just a self righteous, under worked florist who makes me hold the knife to the sacrificial goat.”
Arlene: “Idiot. Myles is a lamb, not a goat and if you’d called his lover, the cop still wouldn’t have been able to save either of you. Sorry.”
Lyle: “Whatever. Bring on hell. It’d have to beat listening to you.”
Arlene: “Myles, you there? Talk to your twin, will you?”
Myles: “Yes, God. What should I say?”
Lyle: “Hey, MyMy? Whaddya get when you cross a wimp with a puss?”
Myles: “I’m not a wuss, am I, God? But I am dead, right? Not a zombie who’s gonna eat Ren’s brains out.”
Sigh. “How many times does Lyle have to explain? No vamps, no zombies, you’re a sweetheart without a backbone. Myles, if I ask you to say no to the next predator who wants to jump you when Lyle’s not around to terrify them, can you do it?”
Arlene: “A bisexual slut will remain true to one man?”
Myles: “Yes. I love Ren.”
Arlene: “You’re painting in the park. A cougar eyeballs you. Wants you to carry her bags, walk her home, step into her bedroom, what will you say?”
Myles: “Yes. Right? I mean, I’m strong and I like helping people. Can I ask you something?”
Lyles: “Give it up, God. He doesn’t have a safe word. Only one way to save him, leave me and mine alone. Don’t you have flowers to sell? Paperwork to do? Other bastards to torment?”
Arlene: “Myles, you didn’t answer. Can you say no?”
Sigh. “What’d you want to ask me, son?”
Myles: “Why vanilla? Can my favorite flavor be hard spicy mango, thick sweet pistachio, a threesome with chocolate and strawberry, so many lovely things. And, am I seriously D-E-A-D? Murdered in Vegas? Where—exactly—am I? Lyle can’t die too, but he also won’t leave me, right? Where’s Ren? Does Lyle think…”
Bio: Sci-fi, paranormal, thriller-mystery, indefinable, I’m an author who adds sweet and spicy layers of romance to any genre.
Born in upstate New York, land of cows, snow, drizzle and sometimes a ray of sun, I spent my childhood reading everything I could get my hands on. Adolescence found me questioning the validity of everything I read, along with acquiring the usual scars of high school.
Early twenties, I headed for the Pacific. A stop off to visit a friend turned into years in Tucson, Arizona. I worked as a waitress, bartender, greenhouse worker, greyhound trainer, while swapping a pysch major for one in plant sciences at the University of Arizona.
My late twenties found me running family owned greenhouses and florist shops in New York. When the reality of retail life became too mundane to handle, I began an obsessive love of creating more interesting worlds.
Currently, I’m delighted to have two fantastic publishers, and I’ve just inde-published the first book in a series of four.
- The prize is a pdf of Ashes.
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- The contest ends on Monday, July 18.