Ever wonder how my debut novel, STAKE-OUT, got its name? Blame Danny Mancini and his love of dad jokes.
They took Angelica’s car and waited outside the two-story house that looked like it had seen better days. After doing a quick survey to make sure Vincent hadn’t already gotten his fangs into her, they sat in the car, sipping coffee. At least, he thought her steaming cup contained coffee. For all he knew, that was blood.
“So, if we catch Vincent this really will be a STAKE-out,” he said, unable to resist a pun.
She raised her eyebrows, obviously not amused. Camille had never cared much for his brand of humor, either.