It’s been a while since I have updated y’all on the progress of my current work-in-progress. Lovingly dubbed “Granny Panties” within my Facebook group, this book has taken on an entire life of its own. It tackles mental illness, childhood trauma, abuse, and so much more. But I’ve also been told it’s funny and has moments of levity.
Initially, it began as a humorous parody of how male writers write female characters. They usually describe them as busty and curvy, but they have a tapered waist and no extra fat anywhere on them. They’re always in their early to mid twenties. Oh, and they will casually wear a black lacy thong because it just happened to be “lying around”.
Not Zoe Reed.
She wears granny panties because they’re comfortable. She has trouble pulling her skinny jeans up after a night of too much pizza and spills liquid cheese on her blouse on Nacho Day at work. Not that I can relate to that or anything.
The whole point was to make a relatable character who still manages to kick some major ass.
And so far, she’s resonating with a lot of readers and not just Zoe. Josh is also not the traditional kind of sexy, but he still brings in enough heat to leave some of my readers blushing.
That being said, lately, my Stargazers on Facebook have been clamoring for more because it’s now almost 43,000 words and has a cover design.
Y’all, this is no longer Granny Panties. Not just a parody of urban fantasy and male authors writing females.
Here’s a brand new sneak peek of a scene from my upcoming novel.
“Cream?” Josh exclaimed, a smile creasing his face.
“What’s wrong with that?” I demanded.
He crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled. “You are so not going to encounter fae in your encounters.”
“How do you know? I didn’t expect, well, you or… like, any of this, so why are fairies out of the realm of possibility?”
“Because they’re not real?” He huffed. “Plus, that’s your big plan as a slayer, is to get them drunk on cream? You are such an amateur.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “Now, are you going to help me or not?”
“Help you?” Josh scoffed. “I just don’t understand when something like this will ever be relevant. Like, are you going to pull out a list and consult it when you’re fighting a bad guy?” He leaned over and pointed to the screen. “Don’t forget to add tansy.”
“Tansy?” I bit the inside of my lip. “What the heck is tansy?”
“An herb. Stinks worse than a skunk. I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this, but it is supposed to protect mortals from monsters.”
“Wait,” I cried out, “you’re certain there’s no such thing as fairies, but you’re teaching me how to ward off monsters?” Incredulous, I raised my eyebrows.
He shrugged. “Take it or leave it. Just something I noticed a while back.”
I switched to one of my tabs and copied notes about dill. I scrunched my face up. “A dill drink?” I read out loud. “Like pickle shots?”
“What are you talking about?” Lexie asked as she came over to my side of the kitchen table.
Pointing to the screen, I highlighted what I had just read.
“A drink as an antidote from a witch’s curse,” Lexie read under her breath. “Okay,” she said out loud, “that’s freaking weird.”
Be sure to let me know what you think in the comments!
P.S. Curious about earlier scenes?