Free Lipstick & Zombies (Deadly Divas Book 1) by Faith McKay

been easier to lead. Song writing, as it turned out, was a lot like marketing copy, and it might have been easier to do it herself than to walk Sonya through it. In the end, Willa had exactly the song she needed. It was almost too easy, not that anyone else could have done it. Not this fast, not this well.
    She'd watched through the recordings of the girls the night before. They'd bonded over their dislike of Willa, right on schedule. She'd have preferred they'd used Meghan as their villain—the woman was incessant—but whatever worked, especially since they still seemed to respect her. Things should work out just fine, as long as they did as they were told, and appeared to like each other on stage. That kind of thing could be faked, to some extent, but it was much better if they considered each other family; that kind of genuine love crap could be read in body language. It'd make for good press. For a while.
    The voice trainer had called when they were through, just to complain about how hard his job was. She assured him that she appreciated his stupendous skills and efforts on this particular project. The man loved to complain. But didn't everyone?
    Before going to check on the girls at their afternoon appointment, Willa stopped in her office to change back into those same brown, fake-leather shoes. She hoped it would bother them all the more with her black and pink ill-fitting pant suit. She smirked at her own reflection. There was a special place in hell for the zombies that ate all of her favorite shoe designers at the beginning of the end. Couldn't just one of them have survived?

 
    FENNEC NEWS
     
    “They haven't given us a picture, or names, or a date where we'll get any of those things. You know what that means.”
    “What's that?”
    “Really, Tracy. Can't you figure it out for yourself? They aren't confident! They know this is a mistake!”
    “Of course, John. When they do release this information, how do you think they'll do it?”
    “IF they release this information, well, I still don't see them doing it, to tell you the full truth, Tracy.”
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    SADIE
     
    It was even worse than Sadie had imagined. It was just so... basic . This wasn't music. This was a nightmare.
    She kept telling herself that they hadn't even seen anything about what their songs would be, but she had a sinking feeling it was only going to get worse. Even Dee knew it was garbage, which she let the voice trainer know straight away.
    "The quality of the song is neither your concern, nor an issue here," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I need to evaluate your voices and your ability to sing as a group so parts can be assigned at a later date. Now, can you please shut up so I can hear your sister."
    "Sister? What are you even talking about?" Dee said.
    "Someone!" He turned to the black glass wall behind him. "Remind me to bring a muzzle tomorrow."
    Sadie stepped up next to Dee, and gave the bastard a cool glare. She couldn't believe it had only been a day and she was ready to hit someone in defense of one of these girls, but she reasoned that there was just something about Dee. What it was Sadie wasn't sure, but she wasn't going to stand by and let anyone threaten her. "Then I suppose it's good I always have my knives on me," she said.
    He took a step back and muttered something about preferring being thrown over the wall to this horror show.
    The day ended with him making them sing some song about spaghetti, and Gerri yelling that she'd had enough of this whacky nightmare. "Did you write this stuff? I mean, what is happening? Who sneezes on their food anyway? And gets so upset they write a whole song about it ? This better be a prank." She pulled a chair up to the corner of the room, where they definitely had a camera, and yelled into the corner, "You can come out now. Joke's over."
    The man, whose name they never learned, told them it was a classic , like that meant something, and left the room