by Diana Orgain | May 20, 2021 | iWitch, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
Did You miss Chapter One? Did you miss part one of Chapter Two? From A Witch Called Wanda Chapter Two Continued CHUCK She’s gorgeous. A strawberry blonde with big eyes, dimples, and perky breasts. In addition to being a looker, there is something oddly familiar about her. Perhaps she’s the one I need to find? Sorry, Mr. Ether, but I’ve got a gal to catch! The car is far ahead of me, but running on all fours does have its advantages. Plus, its’ a small town, so even if I lose her, it’s not like it’s going to be hard to find a purple Volkswagen. I don’t imagine there are too many of those around here. It looks like every other person here drives a truck, so this little beetle sticks out. Luckily for me, Miss Looker doesn’t have far to go. She pulls up in front of this abandoned building in this large parking lot. I keep my distance for the time being, taking a moment to observe her. She’s here meeting a friend, it seems. I watch as she interacts with her taller companion and a young girl. After a moment, the three of them head inside the empty building. I strut across the parking lot and begin my investigation. I sniff around her car, and a familiar scent tickles my nose. Magic. There is magic here! Beautiful, wonderful magic! Perhaps this is why I felt called to come this way? Is this stranger the one who can help me? Maybe so. Time to make my move. I head to the passenger’s side of the car...
by Diana Orgain | May 20, 2021 | iWitch, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
Did You miss Chapter One? From A Witch Called Wanda Chapter Two CHUCK My legs and feet ache, and I’m pretty sure I smell like rotten fish. I don’t even remember the last time I’ve been around fish, but all this fur makes a smell stay with you. I’ve been walking for six days straight, and the most I’ve eaten is some pizza I found in an alley behind a bar, not even a good pizza parlor. Never in my life have I ever imagined I would be dumpster diving for a meal! I used to be somebody. I’ve been looking for someone–no one in particular–just someone … anyone, who can help me. My situation is both dire and, I suppose, slightly comical, depending on the way you look at it. I’m not exactly sure what I’m looking for yet, but I suppose I will know it when I see it. I miss my bed back home in LA. My big, comfy king sized bed with the satin sheets imported from Taiwan. My in-home hot tub. I miss being within walking distance of all the five star restaurants–being only a short drive from Beverly Hills. Is this really my life now? Left‐ over pizza crust and begging for scraps? I’m not exactly sure why I left Los Angeles. I knew I needed to find someone specific–the witchy woman who did this to me told me that, but now I find myself walking along the side of the highway like a hobo hitchhiker. Today alone, I must have walked at least ten miles already; I certainly turned down the...
by Diana Orgain | May 20, 2021 | iWitch, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
Did You miss part one of Chapter One? From A Witch Called Wanda Chapter One Continued Maeve stiffened, something about the name set off an alarm. She hadn’t been in town that long, so to recognize the name at all made her feel as if she must have met the woman, and yet she couldn’t place her. Is the woman high profile enough to snatch this space out from under me? Maeve wondered. “That name actually sounds familiar. I know I’ve only been here for a few weeks … Do I know her?” “She’s the mayor’s secretary. You’ve probably heard her name around town,” Gracie said. “It’s a small town, so everybody is a gossip. I’m sure it’s a big change from LA.” Maeve laughed. “Trust me, everyone gossips in LA too.” “I can’t believe you left Los Angeles for a place like Wisteria Pines. From what you’ve said, your songwriting career was going pretty well.” It was true. Maeve had written a couple of songs that had hit the charts. They’d paid enough to put away a little nest egg for herself, but along with success came demand, and when she hadn’t been able to produce the next hit fast enough, people got nasty. And then there was Frank … Gracie must have noticed something telling on her face, because she offered kindly, “Just needed a change of pace?” Maeve glanced over her shoulder to make sure that Penny wasn’t eavesdropping. The girl was drawing stick figures with her fingers in the dust on the windows. “Between you and me, there was a bit more to it...
by Diana Orgain | May 17, 2021 | Roundup Crew, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
From Murder at Yappy Hour Chapter One “What do you mean, you fired her?” I said into my cell phone as I brushed sand from the beach towel. It was at least the fourth time I’d had the same conversation with my great-uncle Ernest. Grunkly-E we called him, which morphed into Grunkly, but on occasion turned into Grouchy or Grumpy. He was one of the reasons I’d recently relocated to Pacific Cove. He and my sister, Rachel, not to mention the fact that my stint as a financial advisor in New York had come to an abrupt end after the market had crashed. It was time to hit the reset button on my life. What I needed most was some fresh seaside air, and when I’d learned that the Soleado Mexican Riviera Cruise Line had opened a new port in town, the position of bookkeeper/purser practically shouted out my name. “Well, Maggie, she was real mean. She wanted me to walk around and stuff,” Grunkly said. A few months back, Grunkly suffered a mild heart attack. He’d been hospitalized and on the verge of “the great beyond” as he called it, but he’d battled back from the heart attack and the case of pneu‐ monia he’d contracted. Actually, at his age of eighty-four, the doctors all considered it a miraculous recovery. Now our biggest obstacle was finding him a day nurse that he liked, or rather, wouldn’t fire at the drop of a hat. “You’re supposed to walk around! Breathe some fresh air. That’s how you’re going to get better.” “I’m already better. Plus, she didn’t like Benny....
by Diana Orgain | May 17, 2021 | Roundup Crew, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
Did you miss Chapter One? Did you miss Chapter Two? Did you miss part one of Chapter Three? From Murder at Yappy Hour Chapter Three Continued… “Jen said she was going to send an ambulance. Maybe they can give her oxygen or something when they get here,” Yolanda said. I raised my head. “I’m fine.” Yolanda’s hand fluttered to her chest. “No, you’re not. We’ve had a big shock and you nearly passed out.” I glanced at Officer Brooks and caught him studying me. I self consciously smoothed down my wet hair. A smile played around his eyes, and he said, “You’re Rachel’s sister?” I nodded. “Where is she?” he asked. “Have you called her and told her about Dan?” I swallowed past the dry spot in my throat. “No,” I muttered. He nodded. “Okay, good. Let’s keep it that way for a bit. This is a small town and I want to be able to control the information for as long as I can.” He gave Yolanda a meaningful look. “Let me notify the next of kin before word gets out, okay?” Yolanda stroked her collarbone, a strange expression on her face. As if she didn’t know whether she should be offended at being called the town gossip or take it as a compliment. She seemed to decide on taking it as a compliment, because she reached out and squeezed Officer Macho’s forearm. “You can count on me,” she said. I stood and crossed behind the bar, hoping to put some distance between them and myself. “I’m going to pour myself a drink now.” Officer Brooks raised...
