Wow! We’re up to episode 36. How did that happen? It’s just Ambie baby and I this week. Amber tells us a bit about her road trip and I say some silly stuff and make her laugh (unusual I know). Find out some of the weirdo things some foreigners think about Australia, the great land Down Under, and what is the unique skill Amber has when it comes to men? Hope you enjoy this week’s episode! If you don’t like to download off iTunes we are now located on Stitcher.
Monthly Archives: September 2012
Successful author Barry Crowther writes mystery and horror. He joins us to chat about traditional publishing, agents, self publishing and reviews (in light of the recent pay for review controversy). We giggled at times because we can’t help ourselves, but Barry was a super interesting guest. I must apologise now for my children who don’t know how to leave me alone lol. Join us for another cool episode of Twitter’s favourite podcasts Tweep Nation (ok, so I might be stretching the truth).
Danielle is a sassy woman who loves writing poetry and songs and she does a great job of it. Our laughing and swearing reaches new heights on episode 33, maybe it’s to compensate for not swearing last week, who can say? Bobbi Jo reads one of Danielle’s songs (she can’t sing) and at the end of the show, for your listening pleasure, is the rap song Danni recorded for us in homage to our gluing-butt-cheeks episode. Press play and enjoy the Tweep Nation ride :).
She clutched his jacket. Fingers curled possessively around the fabric, pulling then pushing into his chest. Her earthquake shook him, but he was unmoved. The sympathy in his eyes only teased the ravenous anger until it consumed all rationality.
“You can’t leave me. I love you. Please tell me you love me?” As she tried to breathe, he was reminded of the final breath of the dog he had unintentionally run over. “This can’t be happening. Sam. Please, please, don’t leave me.”
Waterlogged eyes reached out to him. If he didn’t save her she would drown. The slightest shake of his head was all it took to condemn her to death. He was no hero, just a guy who wasn’t in love anymore.
“Beth, I’m sorry.” He grabbed her wrists. Unlatched them from his jacket. His head hung low as he walked out the door.
“I can’t live without you,” she whispered. As salty tears leached into her mouth, she made her way to the kitchen. “I love you, Sam.” Her raspy words were in harmony with the sound of the knife sliding from its block. The grey steel of the blade was cold, hard and comforting. It was time to stop crying. She would be the hero.
Beth departed in Sam’s wake. She would save them both.