Actually, December – of last year! Geez. When I look at my site, which I haven’t in awhile because, I seriously feel like a bum! You’d think I fell off the face of the earth, got hit by a bus, died mysteriously, or worse – stopped writing. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I have like three, maybe four, almost finished books. Worthless to say, right? But I can prove it. I’m determined to release one before the end of the year. Here’s an unedited snippet from the next installment in my Demon Series…
Steele loved nights like this. Very little breeze, moderate temperature, pure darkness with just a sliver of moon. Just enough light to keep you from walking off the edge of a roof. But not nearly enough for someone to see you and your long range sniper rifle posted up on one.
Her left ear began to itch. She ignored it. One of the first things a good sniper learned was to ignore physical discomfort. Endless hours motionless in scorching heat, driving rain, even blood chilling cold was the only way to stay alive.
You move, you give away your position, and a smart gunney knew that she might not be the only one out there with a scope to her eye. Her Master Sergeant in the Marines had been an utter psycho about it, and she was forever grateful. She’d seen more than one of her peers shift ever so slightly on a rooftop in some nothing-to-lose ass country, and get shipped home in a bag.
“Your guest has arrived. Alone. He’s parked right in front of the door in a vintage silver Benz.”
She watched a short, rather portly man look around nervously before he slammed the door and hurried inside the vacant building.
“Thank you.”
Her eyes floated, scanning her surroundings constantly, but all was quiet. Nothing had moved in the two hours she’d been nestled into her perch. Uh oh. Wait. That was interesting.
“You have an uninvited guest at the southeast corner of the lot in a black SUV, lights off.”
A deep, soft laugh echoed in her ear. “Relax, darling. I know how you feel about uninvited guests, but we didn’t really expect him to come alone.”
“Perhaps not. But now there are three uninvited guests. It looks a bit like a presidential motorcade. Two men per vehicle, passengers are exiting and taking up positions directly in front of and to the sides of the door your guest entered. Handguns drawn.”
Patty’s sigh felt like a tickle. “Well, now. That’s not very sporting of him. If they come anywhere near the door -”
“Punch their tickets?”
The laugh again. “Yes. With an attitude, if you please.”
Steele just smiled. “Yes, sir.”
See? Told you I’ve been writing. I just haven’t been publishing. Sigh…It’s these K-dramas – and the male leads – man! I’m getting myself together though. Right after this episode…
XOXO,
SS
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