September 2017 is the release date of my anthology, Gumbo Ya Ya, by my publisher BWL Publishing. And, as always, BWL’s art director, Michelle Houston, has designed a spectacular book cover for me—with just enough heat to pepper every woman Gumbo!
Here’s a little teaser from, “A Slice of Scandal”, the third story in my Cajun anthology!
“Hey, now, ‘dis key lime pie’s like de one I sever at my restaurant. Simple to make and good to eat! Key limes perk up de mouth and makes you happy.”
Producer/Director, Julia Kincaid focused on her monitor and adjusted the mic of her headset. “Camera One, tighten that head shot.” She watched as the camera feathered over the chef to capture the best angle. The camera should have loved Chef Franklin. His height was average, his hair black, short and curly and his skin gook on a polished bronze color under the harsh camera lights, but the camera didn’t like Franklin. There was something about his eyes; like dark agate, forbidding and expressionless that was difficult to erase.
“Okay. Now hold it, while Chef Franklin pulls the second pie from the refrigerator. Follow him back to the island. Good.”
When the chef stood on his mark, Julia said, “Cue the music. Okay, Two, scan the audience. Back to Franklin.”
“It’s best to serve ‘dis chilled, a twist of key lime on the top. And, boy-oh, boy, does ‘dis taste goood!”
“Camera Two, pan the audience. . .focus on the pie. . .Camera One, close-up on the chef. . .Hold it.”
Julia heard the studio audience applause.
“Now, pull back. He cuts the pie. . . he puts it on the plate. . .now wait for the whipped cream and . . .okay. . .he’d got the fork. He’s taking a bite.”
The studio audience uttered a collective sigh.
“Let’s call it a day. . .” Julia said, pulling off her headset and allowing it to dangle around her neck. “Hey, Hey, what’s he doing, now?” she asked J.D., “This is where he says goodnight. What’s he doing?” Snagging the mic that was clipped at her waist she barked, “Someone cue Franklin. He’s off his mark.” It was times like this she questioned her sanity at trading a career in Hollywood daytime T.V. for that of the Good Eats Network in Orlando, Florida.
From her left, she heard J.D. groan. “Julia, Franklin’s spitting out the pie! Harvey’s gonna boil all of our carcasses in the stock pot for--”
Julia hopped down from the camera and took off at a full run toward Franklin, the sound of clanging pots and pans crashing to the floor barely registering.
Gone was the applause. People jumped to their feet. People screamed.
“He’s on the floor!” J.D. bellowed.
Julia could see that! Kneeling down beside Franklin, her fingers felt a faint pulse. “J.D. call the medics! Franklin must be having a heart attack.”
I hope you enjoyed this little snippet from my next release.
More anthology snippets to come!