Tuesday Teaser

Another Tuesday, another teaser. (Okay so this is only my second one. Whatever.) This is usually done with YA novels, but nothing from my current YA novel is worth posting. Instead, this is from my Adult Urban Fantasy novel known here as VDGP. I hope people will still comment even though it's not YA. Let me know what you think!


I grumbled a bit but knew he was right. In our line of work, we needed to be reachable at all times. We didn’t get to turn off the ringer for uninterrupted sex. Jay checked the caller id and handed it to me without answering.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby face,” I smiled as Riley’s soft, happy voice reached my ears. Riley was my best friend and had been for years. He and I had grown up together and after my parents died, he was the only person I had.

“Riley.” Jay tightened at the way I said his name. Jay knew that Riley and I had tried to be romantically involved once and it still worried him. I told him repeatedly that it never went anywhere because it was obvious we made much better friends then lovers but he could never quite bring himself to let the jealousy go completely.

“So you guys hadn’t called me yet and I was just checking to see if you still needed me to dog sit?” I crinkled my brow and tried to remember why we needed a sitter.

“Shit!” I exclaimed and jumped off of the bed. “Yes! We do! How soon can you be here?”

Riley chuckled in my ear, “I can be there in five. I am only two floors above you,” he laughed again, “I can’t believe that you forgot that Chris’ first hunt was tonight. After all, you’re the one who insisted on him waiting for you.”

I was already pulling on my black jeans in attempts to hurry, “I know, I know. I’m a horrible person. I’ll see you when you get here.” I hung up without waiting for a reply.

Jay was still sitting on the bed as calm as can be, even though I knew his hearing was better than humans so he had heard every word that Riley had said. When I turned to the closet to chose a shirt for myself, I pulled a pair of black pants from his side and tossed them at him. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him to convert to jeans. He was too old fashion. At least I had broken him of his leather habit, mostly.

“Get dressed. We’re late.”