Choose Your Weapons

I recently wrote a post for Fresh Fiction and I thought you might enjoy reading it. Plus, I have a giveaway!

imagesTDPBHAJTIn Divorced, Desperate and Delicious it was a singing fish and a toilet plunger—I used both. In Divorced, Desperate and Dating I went with a tampon.  In Divorced, Desperate and Deceived, I used the top of a toilet tank.  I’m not picky, I’ve used frying pans, Buddha statues, and petrified dinosaur poop—I was particularly proud of that one. In one book, I was desperate and used an egg beater.  In Divorced, Desperate and Daring, my sixth book in my Divorced and Desperate series, I used a fallen arm of an angel statue.  It brought a whole new meaning to the saying: touched by an angel.

What am I talking about?  Weapons.

Have you not been there?  You hear a noise somewhere in the house.  It’s late. Pitch dark.  Either your hubby is too busy sawing logs to care—you even elbow him a couple of times and all he does is grunt—or perhaps he was simply away on business that night.  Or maybe you don’t have a hubby. Anyway, you’re alone, or you might as well be alone.

You might have stayed up late reading some murder mystery, or perhaps you got caught up in a forensic file show and saw bloody crime scenes.  And now, something is making a noise beyond your bedroom door.  Or is your mind is playing tricks on you?

Fear tickles down your spine, but you tell yourself it’s nothing.  And like your mom used to look under the bed to prove there were no monsters lurking there, you force yourself to go check.  Why?  Because you aren’t a weak little woman and besides, you know it’s nothing.  But with each step, you can’t help but think about those bloody crime scenes and wonder if you’re someone’s next victim.

HallwayBut you’re no coward, so you tiptoe out of the room. Down the hall. You can almost hear your heart beating in your ears.  Your footsteps seem a little too loud.  That’s when it happens, you hear it again.  This time it comes right behind you, or just in the next room, and real panic strikes—the kind that latches onto your lungs and you can’t breathe.  For one second you freeze, paralyzed with sheer terror.  Then adrenaline and a will to live force you to do something.  But weaponless, you grab whatever you can—whatever is at a hand’s reach.  Because somehow, someway you’re gonna teach that no-good low-life intruder or more than likely the cat, or the refrigerator that’s simply dropping ice, a lesson.

You see, my heroines, like myself, don’t walk around with a Glock tucked in their bra straps.  But because they are my heroines, and I write humorous romantic suspense, they are eventually gonna come face to face with trouble.  So when they hear noises, it’s generally not just the cat chasing a bug, or the fridge spitting out ice.  It’s real trouble and it’s not gonna be good.  But my heroines are fighters and when misfortune comes calling, they refuse to go down easy.  They do what my grandma used to call, “open up a can of whoop-ass” and they improvise.   And I’ve never lost one yet!  Not even the one where she used a tampon.

Website Series Graphic ddSo here’s my problem.  I’m about to start to start a new book.  And I’ve gotta figure out a new weapon. I’m giving away a ten dollar give card to one of you who offers a suggestion.

 

 

 

 

 

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13 thoughts on “Choose Your Weapons

  1. I used my hand mixer the other day, while making a cake. The thing got hung on a lump of flour and darn near duck walked itself out of the bowl, flinging cake batter everywhere. I can see why you used a mixer as a weapon. Those things are lethal. So, because my trusty spatula helped me undo some of the damage on the beaters, I offering a spatula as a weapon. Not very interesting, but hey, it swung straight and true inside all those grooves and handled things perfectly 🙂
    If that doesn’t work for you, then how about an old fashioned ice cube tray? Those things were a nightmare when you were trying to raise up the handle and make those cubes loosen up. Rough stuff, that 🙂 Wishing you luck with you arsenal, Christie! 🙂

  2. I am a 69 yr old great grandma who lives alone….if someone were to break in, I would use alone can
    Of Wasp Spray to take down the intruder. It will shoot up to 30 feet away….it would definitely
    Immobilize the intruder, so I could dial 911……Did you know that Wasp spray can kill a rat or snake?

    I will look forward to your next book!

    Much Laughter,
    Therese

  3. Large Yankee candles would be great and have actually been used on intruders before, plus you could work that into a pun since it is a darn Yankee haha. I have a heavy shark statue on my nightstand and even though I wouldn’t really want to risk breaking it, I would lol

  4. A snowglobe would be funny, I have used a curling iron before and those things can get hot so if it were plugged in it could cause some damage. My roommate just got a curling wand that looks like balls going down the wand so you can wrap the hair in the grooves for a tighter curl or around the balls for a loose curl….it looks funny and it gets HOT, could make a useful weapon, and it heats up in just a few seconds!

  5. Being small, short and little I have always wondered what I would use to protect myself in case of an attack anywhere. In the house I would have to wield something that I could lift which would be effective but that wouldn’t be possible, but my reliable pepper spray is always at hand.

  6. I think she would use the Mr. Potato Head that was on the hall table. She could always throw the body parts at ‘whoever ‘!

  7. Since we just got our daughter a ceramic R2D2 coin bank, I offer that up as a weapon. It’s fairly sturdy but easily gripped for hurling at an assailant.

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