I have another dog story, this time an excerpt from THE ROCK STAR, the first book of my Rock’n'Romance trilogy. My first shelter dog, Ace, was the inspiration for Jasper in this story. No, he didn’t make me coffee in the morning, but he had a double dose of attitude and was smarter than most people. He was seventeen years old when he crossed the Rainbow Bridge. His exploits are part of our family’s legends, and his attitude stays alive in the pages of this book.
***EXCERPT from THE ROCK STAR***
Shannon slowly roused through the mists of sleep. She pushed the lace of the pillow sham out of her eye and peered around the room. The walls still gleamed white with splashes of primary colors across the wallpaper. A jungle of plants still cascaded from narrow stair-stepped bookshelves clustered on either side of the bay window. Yet something was different–like the slant of the sun’s rays through the louvered shutters. Shannon fought a sinking feeling as she sat up and looked at the digital clock beside her bed. It blinked MONDAY 8:03AM.
Shannon groaned and rolled out of bed, startling her dog from his place on the faded rag rug she and Gram had braided one summer. “Why didn’t you wake me up like you usually do, Jasper? Geez–twenty-seven minutes until I’m supposed to be at work. Go turn on the coffee, will you, boy?”
Jasper woofed in sympathy as Shannon disappeared into the shower. By the time she emerged, Jasper once again sat by her bed.
“Mission accomplished? Good boy.” Shannon scratched the dog’s ears. She grabbed underwear from the bureau, then flung open the closet doors. “What shall it be today? Mr. Sun or the crayon kids?” Shannon held up a rust-colored tunic with a glittering yellow and gold sun splashed from the left shoulder across the front of the shirt. The other top was a pale blue T-shirt with stick kids patterned around the bottom hem.
Jasper woofed and Shannon put the blue top back in the closet. “You think I’ll need this to keep me awake, huh? You’re probably right.”
Shannon rarely had trouble falling asleep. But after experiencing so many conflicting emotions this weekend with Geoff, she lay awake agonizing for long hours last night.
Perhaps she should have just invited the man into her bed. But for what purpose? To prove that she didn’t have to be a teenager to be a fool? It’s better that Geoff is gone, Shannon told herself.
With the sunshine top in place over slim gold pants, Shannon slid her feet into brown leather flats. She braided her hair to one side as she dashed down the oaken stairs, Jasper following closely.
Shannon poured a cup of coffee, sipped it, and sighed. “You are a lifesaver, Jasper. This will make me almost human.”
Shannon continued to chatter at the dog as she scooped food into his dish, then dropped a piece of bread in the toaster for her own breakfast. The toast popped up as Jasper licked his bowl clean. He looked hopefully at her. “You’d take my breakfast too?”
Jasper looked at Shannon without blinking.
“Okay.” She tossed him a piece of crust. Jasper waggled happily and slipped out his pet door into the back yard. Shannon grabbed her purse and her guitar, then hurried out to her car. If she was lucky, traffic would be light.
Since it’s almost Christmas, I want to give another gift–an e-book copy of THE ROCK STAR. Just leave a comment with this post and let me know you’d like to be entered in the drawing. Happy Holidays from me and my angel dog Ace!
-Genie Gabriel <www.GenieGabriel.com>