Bat Appreciation Day | Elevator Pitch

Today, it’s International Bat Appreciation Day, and I feel like these little fellows have had a rough couple of years. Many a finger has been pointed in their direction, blamed for a pandemic they know nothing of and so on.

I predicted the apocalypse…or almost. On the 25th of September 2019, I posted this in my Facebook group:

Four Bat Day

And then on June 6th 2020, Elevator Pitch was released. I’m not sure how big of an impact my four-bat-day had on the story, but we have a bat shifter. Some stories you write, and then you’re done. Some stories stay with you forever, they might not be your best stories, but they touch something inside of you. Elevator Pitch is one of those for me.

I love Bjorn and Cecil!

Excerpt:

A panting young man was standing in the middle of the lobby. His dark hair was pointing in every possible direction, and not in an artfully styled way. His jeans were paint-stained and tattered, his black shirt had a T-Rex tangled up in Christmas lights and the text Tree Rex in large block letters despite it being April. His black-rimmed glasses sat askew on his nose. He was on the thin side, shorter than Bjorn, but most people were.

Bjorn grinned, but then a pack of wolves pushed through the door, and the grin died a quick death. What were they doing in a bear hotel? It didn’t matter if they were low ranking and only in their twenties, they should know not to set foot in a bear establishment uninvited.

The man made a shrieking sound before diving for the shrinking opening into the elevator. Bjorn braced himself for the impact. The wolf in the lead reached for the man and would’ve caught him if he hadn’t looked up at Bjorn. The moment Bjorn allowed his bear to peek through his eyes, the wolf dropped his arm.

By some miracle, the human—he had to be human, Bjorn had never met a shifter with glasses—managed to squeeze himself through and only brush up against Bjorn’s arm for the briefest second.

The wolf took a step closer, his eyes locked on the man, and the naked hatred on his face shocked Bjorn.

Fucking fag.”

Bjorn rolled his eyes. So he liked dick, why did every fucking shifter in this city have a problem with that? The door finally slid all the way closed, hiding him and the panting human from the world.

Friends of yours?” Bjorn sought eye contact without success. Instead of his breathing evening out, it became more and more frantic. The scent of paint, panic, and coffee overtook the small elevator.

Easy, man.”

Wide, frantic eyes snapped to Bjorn’s. Yeah, definitely panic there.

Hey, slow your breathing. You got away from them, you’re safe.”

The eyes, if possible, got wider. “Bear.” He could hardly make out the word between the breaths, but when he did, he frowned. How could he know?

The light flickered and the elevator came to an abrupt stop. Bjorn groaned. They stood still between floors.

Everything went black.

The man made a keening sound and a wave of magic washed over Bjorn. What the fuck? The sound of clothes hitting the floor made him roar. He’d assumed the man was human.

Fur exploded out of his body as his bones and muscles changed form. What could he be? Spider? Fear clouded Bjorn’s mind. Snake? His clothes tore, the seams fighting to hold everything together as the fabric shredded.

Bjorn hit the wall, tried to sidestep and hit the other wall. Something shattered under his paw—glasses. He winced and his behind hit the door. As a bear, he had excellent night vision, but the elevator was pitch black. He couldn’t see the man anywhere.

Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to change back into human shape. It didn’t happen. Something bounced against the ceiling and Bjorn tried to duck, but the elevator was too damn small for him not to hit the walls with every little motion.

A clicking, high-pitched sound bounced off the walls and Bjorn flinched. Bat? It was the sound of a bat, right? Bats couldn’t kill bears, could they?

He took a nice, deep breath and slowly his body responded to his demand, and changed back to human shape.

Come on, man, change back.”

Nothing happened except the flapping and bouncing.

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elevator pitchBjorn Ritter only wants one thing—to live his life away from nosey, demanding bears. That’s easier said than done when you’re the son of the female running the Bayside Bear Community. Cecil Baxter might be a bat, but he grew up away from shifter communities and he’s doing his best to continue to keep his distance. Shifters aren’t an accepting bunch and Cecil has never fit the norm.

Already facing a dreaded meeting with his mother, the last thing Bjorn needs is a stranger using his elevator to escape a pack of werewolves. And Cecil, whose day just seems to be getting worse and worse, could really do without the added stress of finding himself trapped in an elevator with a huge bear shifter.

Still, what could go wrong in three minutes? 

Fridays at Ofelia’s | Big Flames and Small

Guest-Post

Flames, Besties and Inspiration

I want to thank Ofelia for letting me take over her blog today. She is truly the loveliest of people. Currently, I am living vicariously through photos of her baby chicks, and they’ve been one of the highlights of a pretty lousy year.

I had just planned to hop on here and tell everyone about my newest release—and we’ll get to that—but then I had a call from my closest friend. It’s been mostly text conversations since the pandemic, and after a year, we’re looking forward to grabbing lunch together once we are both fully vaccinated, and judging each other’s choice of fashion. He will no doubt be wearing a suit—but what kind?!—and I’ll be wearing something adorned with skulls. It will be like nothing at all has changed!

As of the day I’m writing this, his birthday is tomorrow. So, happy birthday, J!

During our call, the talk drifted to the inspiration behind our stories. He’s a writer as well, and our conversations inevitably gravitate toward writing. Story inspiration is also the most common question I receive from readers.

As a writer of romance, I’m pretty sure the things that spark my ideas will only make sense to me. They might even scare off some readers. LOL Still, inspiration plays a huge role in the birth of a story, and it can come from the oddest of places.

I’ve written a story born of personal tragedy, a story inspired by a friend’s deathtrap of a log cabin, and even a romance series shaped by my love of pre-1970s horror movies. The first book in my paranormal romance series Club 669 was inspired by two things—the rain in Ofelia Gränd’s Jaeger’s Lost and Found and reading the Dalai Lama’s Freedom In Exile in a comparative literature class in college. The combination doesn’t scream romance. LOL

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned to Ofelia that, despite all the snow, in my head Club 669 takes place in her world. Though maybe in an angstier part of town? 😀

My new release from JMS Books, Big Flames and Small, is the first contemporary romance in a very long while. It was inspired by some words of wisdom from my father. If you knew how little time someone spent thinking about you, you’d probably be offended. Something meant to remind me not to waste time worrying about what other people think of me, and words to live by! It was also inspired by a house fire that forced a very pregnant me to live in a hotel for the entirety of my 8th month of pregnancy.

I originally wrote the idea for the book—a man who is thrown together with his best friend’s brother after a house fire—five years ago. And I picked it up again last year when a scene idea popped into my head, a scene I loved so much, I felt it was worth writing an entire book to bring it into existence. I bet Ofelia can guess which one! LOL If you’ve read the story and think you know, drop me a note. I’m curious if anyone else can tell. I’m guessing that anyone who knows me , or has read enough of my books, could probably guess what scene I’m talking about. LOL

Check out, Big Flames and Small.

Big Flames and Small

Big Flames and Small CoverOliver Stoll’s life has gone up in smoke. Literally. Escaping an apartment fire, he’s made it out with little more than the clothes on his back and his best friend and downstairs neighbor, Mia. With few other options, he agrees to stay with David Elliston, Mia’s older brother. David was Oliver’s first crush, first kiss, first everything. That is, until the day they broke up five years before. It hadn’t been pretty.

David Elliston is back in town. Offered the chance to oversee the Kellmen Group’s newest magazine acquisition, he isn’t going to let a years old heartbreak stop him. But being thrown together with Oliver is harder than expected. And the flicker of hope he’s long tried to bury becomes even more difficult to contain.

Ex-lovers, best friends, and angry parents don’t make the best backdrop for rekindling a romance. But it’s the lies from the past that might just extinguish any chance they have of starting over.


Interested in reading an excerpt? Or want to pick up a copy? Check out the links below.

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You can also read a excerpt at JMS Books

Bio:

Amy Spector grew up in the United States surviving on a steady diet of old horror movies, television reruns and mystery novels.

After years of blogging about comic books, vintage Gothic romance book cover illustrations, and a shameful amount about herself, she decided to try her hand at writing stories. She found it more than a little like talking about herself in third person, and that suited her just fine.

She blames Universal for her love of horror, Edward Gorey for her love of British drama and writing for awakening the romantic that was probably there all along.

Scary Gary on New Adventures

A little while ago, I talked about the Publishing Partner program JMS Books has where they help struggling authors, such as myself, distribute self-published stories to platforms where it otherwise can be hard to find an in.

Now, it’s time for Scary Gary to find new shelves to sit on.

I wrote Scary Gary as part of a project I never finished. I had this idea of writing twelve short stories in a year, one for each month. Elevator Pitch was one, Scary Gary another, and that was how far I came. So I published them without any connection to each other.

Scary Gary is a freebie, 5.3k long, and it’s about a grim reaper called Gary LOL

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Excerpt:

Gary glanced out the window. “Maybe I should get going.” His skin shone white in the dark, the scythe was leaning against the backrest of the sofa, and the hood of the cloak was pushed off his head to reveal short black hair and chiseled features.

Micah bit his lip, wanting to demand answers but also knowing that if he didn’t change the topic Gary would leave. “You’re such a coward.”

Gary grinned. “Never said I wasn’t.”

So something about Micah scared Scary Gary. That couldn’t be good. “Tea?”

Gary stared. “Tea?”

It’s a chilly night, I figured we could use something warm and soothing. Or is tea too lame for the lord of the underworld?”

Gary shook his head. “I’m not the—”

Micah laughed at the exasperated look. Gary’s snort only made him laugh harder. “I’m sorry, it must be stress.” Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, but he blinked them away. Why was the world pressing down on him today? Gary was here; Gary made all his problems go away.

Gary’s arm curled around him. “You’ll be the death of me.” The words came in a whisper close to his ear. Time slowed and Micah wished they could stay like this forever. Gary’s strong arm wrapped around him, his body a little cooler than would be considered normal, but not cold. His scent made Micah’s nose tickle. It was a mix of lemon and burning wood, nothing that could be bought in a bottle.

I thought you were already dead.”

Ha!” He was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I am, and yet I’ll live forever.”

Micah looked up into those electric blue eyes. “Me too.” The frown was small and quickly concealed but Micah saw it. “Won’t I?” Wouldn’t he? It wasn’t fear spreading in his gut, not exactly, but he couldn’t deny the unease.

As long as I have any power, you will.”

Gary.” It wasn’t a whine, but close. Micah pushed against Gary’s chest to get away so he could pace, but the arm around his waist didn’t budge. “What are you doing?”

Gary touched his lips to Micah’s, and he forgot how to breathe.

 

Scary-Gary-gifMicah Thaxter has a problem — one scary, inconvenient problem. His shadow wants him dead and isn’t shy about it.

On the plus side, it’s not his time to die and Scary Gary is always there to carry him back to the land of the living. Gary is far too pale, his black cloak a bit out of fashion, and his scythe quite terrifying, but he’s still one of the most beautiful men Micah has ever seen.

Micah may be stuck with a homicidal shadow, but perhaps there’s a way to keep Gary around too. His job escorting souls keeps him busy, but since Micah has already died once today, Gary’s there. So what’s the harm in offering him a cup of tea?