A Multi-Genre Anthology
by Casia Pickering
Genres: Contemporary Fiction, Thriller, Horror, LGBTQ Romance, Paranormal Romance
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From “Teasing Over Turnovers”:
When it is that time of the month, you don't ignore a craving. And right now, Bea Kohl craved Sweet Mama's World Famous Apple Turnovers. She weaved down the grocery store, ignoring the judgmental glances of other patrons. Javier Guzman's peppy voice sang from her cell phone.
"What do you say?" He asked.
Bea Kohl brought the phone back to her ear. She held her breath as she reached the freezer section. Sweet Mama's was the most popular brand in the area; if the apple turnovers were there, it would be nothing less than a miracle.
"Yeah. Sure, Javi." She answered.
There were just two more freezers, and then she would have them. She sent a prayer to every deity as she got closer.
"Really?" Javier exclaimed with excitement.
She made it to the freezer and sighed with relief. The baby blue packaging with Sweet Mama smiled back at her. Bea opened the door and reached for the last apple turnover box.
"Honestly, Bea, I wasn't sure you'd say yes. I'm impressed you're willing to be on stage."
Her hand stopped in mid-air. Stage? Who said anything about a stage?
She tried to remember what Javier was talking about, but all she could remember was the stomach pitting hunger for pastries, more specifically the apple kind. Bea sighed and grabbed the box. It was pointless worrying about it; Javier wasn't going to let her back down. When something was agreed on, that person must pay.
"You are the perfect Princess Elorian."
Bea stopped walking away from the freezers. Princess Elorian was confident, strong, and fierce. All qualities she did not possess; the perfect Princess Elorian, her ass.
"Okay." Bea sighed into the phone. She massaged the beginning of a headache away. "What exactly am I doing again?"
There was a moment of silence and then a quick click of annoyance. Bea imagined Javier rolling his crystalline blue eyes.
"You haven't been listening, have you?"
Bea smirked at the sass in his voice.
"Guilty." She sang, hugging the precious box to her chest and resuming her walk to the registers.
"Girl, you're lucky I love you." He grumbled. She smiled, he was right, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "Becky isn't able to play Princess Elorian, and the understudy decided to go to Vegas. She's too busy with the new hubby now. Lord knows if she'll even be back before opening night. You are the only one I trust who knows the lines by heart. Let's face it, you are the princess' living vessel, and you cannot fucking back down now, bitch. I know where you live, and I will cut you."
Bea couldn't help the snort. In their fifteen years of friendship, Javier never hid his vindictiveness. It was the thought of his perfectly manicured hands getting dirty that got her reaction.
Copyright. 2021. Casia Pickering.
Even though she claims she can write anything, the biography remains to be Casia’s arch-nemesis. Despite this, Casia has used her Writing degree to craft stories in over ten anthologies, maintained a book blog for more than a decade, and has begun to write novels. A multi-genre author, Casia Pickering, is incapable of keeping to one thing. Every story has a piece of her personality that she treasures and shares with her readers. She currently lives in the Hampton Roads area of Virginia with her biggest supporter and helper, her son, affectionately known as Bug. Previous works are under the name, Casia Courtier.
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