I'm soooo excited to have Alex on our blog today! This release has a special place in my heart because...It started with my idea! Here's Alex on Gumption & Gumshoes:
When Jenny voiced a half-serious wish a few months ago to read a book about a chinchilla shifter, I had no idea how much it would take over my life. Since I’d never done a true shifter story before – werewolves, yes, but no shifters – I decided that I would have to put my own twist on the idea. I wanted a hero who was flawed, a mythology that borrowed from history, and a nod to film noir and red velvet doughnuts. Just like that, August was born.
Gumption & Gumshoes is a departure from the more serious subject matter of my last novel, After the End. In it, we follow August Mendez, an overweight, under-motivated lover of film noir movies and detective novels. And I have to say, August was seriously fun to write. He’s got a wry sense of humor, a self-deprecating voice, and hey, he can turn into a fluffy ball of fur. What’s not to love?
There’s a mystery to be solved in G&G, but I the thing I most enjoyed was watching August learn how to be confident in his own skin. Sam Ewing, his grumpy, older, divorced landlord, is an integral part of that journey. One of the best parts of writing is getting to create characters with chemistry and seeing how their relationship develops. For August and Sam it’s a matter of slow attraction turning into a fierce burn.
When August has his chance to open his own detective agency, he realizes that becoming a private eye is more difficult than the movies might indicate. But when he stumbles onto a major case it takes both him and Sam working together to find their happy ending.
In this excerpt, we pick up with August in the middle of his investigation:
It was dark outside, starting to spit rain. The cars sloshed through the streets, lights reflecting in puddles like melted crayons. Sighing, I tugged on my fedora and power-walked the two blocks to my car. The spot I’d managed to find that morning wasn’t the greatest. And now I was blocked in by an oversized truck and a stupid sporty car that looked like a penis replacement. Fan-friggin-tastic.
Two inches forward. Stop. Reverse three inches. Stop. Crank the wheel left. Forward two inches. Over and over again, while I muttered curses and tried to remember how much my insurance deductible was. Finally I eked out of the spot, pulling out onto the main road and making my way back toward the dry cleaners.
By then I was later than I’d wanted to be, and I barely got parked in a good spot out front when the outside lights were turned off. I could see Jake and a woman who must be Tina moving around inside the shop, doing their closing duties, I imagined. The car engine pinged softly as it cooled, the rain spattered the windshield, and I slouched down in my seat, watching.
Just like a real detective.
Sometimes my life got cool all at once.
And sometimes it was forty-five minutes of sitting in my car, staring at two people mopping a floor. No one was twirling a mustache or tying anyone to train tracks. No obvious signs of chicanery. Just two employees trying to close up shop after a long day.
Just when I was about to call it a night, there was a flare of light from the alley beside the dry cleaners. I caught sight of Tina taking out two large trash bags to toss them into the bins. When she walked back inside, though, I could still see the faint outline of the door; she hadn’t closed it properly behind her.On purpose? Or maybe the stolen money was leaving with the garbage.
Either way, I knew I had to get in that alley. I could see Tina and Jake turning off lights, moving toward the exit. I took my chance to duck out of my car, cursing quietly when it dinged at me for leaving the keys in the ignition. I darted into the alley, my eyes taking far too long to adjust to the dark. Tripping over my feet, I almost slammed my head into a wall, barely getting my hand up in time to save my nose. There was a flare of pain on my palm, and I hissed in a breath, looking down to barely make out the shimmer of blood. I’d scraped the skin off.Fantastic.
Shaking the sleeve of my hoodie down to cover it, I kept going. I wanted to take a look in those trash bags. The dumpster was sitting open, and I grabbed the closest garbage sack. There was the distinct sour scent of rotting things all mixed together with the pervasive piss smell all alleys seemed to have. Choking a little, eyes watering, I hauled the bag out and ripped it open. It was a lot of paper, huge clumps of lint like basketball-sized tumbleweeds, and I dragged it a little closer to the seam of light creeping out from the ajar door.
I dug through the garbage. There seemed to be a lot of receipts, huge handfuls of them, like they’d been ripped from a book and stuffed in here. I frowned, uncrumpling one, tipping it toward the light so I could read it better. It was just tallying up an order, although I had a momentary thought that it seemed like Petros was charging an awful lot for laundry.
“Hey!” The sharp voice broke my concentration, and I dropped the receipts I was holding, scrambling back. Jake was in the doorway, scowling at me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Shit, shit, shit. I shoved myself away, stumbling as I struggled to my feet. I saw Jake’s big, meaty hand reaching out for my hoodie. Christ, if that guy caught me, I was mush.
So I took off running. I didn’t run a lot. Or ever. But now the not-so-jolly giant was chasing me, so it seemed like a reallygood time to start. Heaving in panicked breaths, my sneakers skidding on the wet pavement, I darted out across the street. Horns blared but I didn’t dare stop. I could hear him on my heels, cursing, the sound of his footsteps pounding behind me.
I was going to die. Holy fuck, that giant-ass man was going to kill me.
And that was when I realized I didn’t have my keys. I couldn’t get into the building.
Changing direction at the last second, I dodged into the alley that ran alongside my building. If I could double around, maybe get lost in the foot traffic the next street over, I could shake him. My heartbeat was throbbing in my ears, a stabbing pain in my side with every heaving breath I took. The fear slamming through me with every step, though, kept me desperately throwing myself forward.
The alley wasn’t very long. There were dumpsters and closed doors that I staggered my way past, no help in sight. It was pitch-black; I didn’t see the fence until I slammed into it full force. “No, no, no,” I muttered, frantically grabbing at the chain link, pulling it like I was suddenly going to Hulk out and be able to yank it out of my way.
I was trapped.
There were seconds until Jake came around the corner. There was no way I could face him like I was. So I did the only thing I could think of.
It started as an itch in my nose, a prickle along my skin. The world got very big very quickly as I shrank down, the ground rushing up to meet me. The night world flared to life, scents and sounds filling my senses. And then I wasn’t human anymore. My nose twitched, ears pricking at the sound of footsteps. Two sets. I could smell one sweaty human; he stank like cigarettes and jerky. Jake appeared at the end of the alley, searching for me. But there was another man there, the tang of soap and beer, but more importantly behind him was an open doorway.
I zoomed off, nails skidding on the cement, hurtling myself toward the escape. There was the thunder of boots in my way, and I squeaked aloud in terror as I tried to correct course. Before I was stepped on, though, a hand reached down, wrapping around me. There wasn’t time for me to react before I was pushed gently into a huge pocket and left there to tremble. I had no fucking clue what had just happened.
Well, I did. I was a chinchilla in someone’s pocket.
It was a really great experience writing this book, falling in love with August and Sam. I hope that people enjoy them as much as I do.
I’d love to do a giveaway of an e-book to one commenter! I’ll randomly pick a number from the comments below on 8/22 to hook up with a copy of Gumption & Gumshoes. Be sure to include an email/facebook/or some way to get ahold of you!
Thanks, Jenny, for letting me stop in for the release of G&G!
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