The thing is, sometimes love is pretty and sometimes, it’s gritty. Life isn’t a happily ever after, but we can pretend everything will work out while living between the pages.
Escape with me, start reading and sharing pretty, gritty, love stories today.
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As you'll hear in the video, I loved this story in both formats. I try not to spoil the ending but if you haven't read/watched this yet, get on it! It's old! lol Sorry I'm speaking so fast, I was trying really hard not to say "uhm"
The following passage is the prologue from Chasing the Lead. No release date yet, but I’m ready announce the time frame. This book will be ready sometime in June and you’ll be able to purchase or win a signed paperback copy at RomanitConn 2021 in Connecticut in July! Buy your tickets now and I’ll see you there!
Prologue
Pain sliced through Police Chief Carl Shelling’s thigh before the sound of the shot registered in his ears. He gasped as he fought to free himself. His captor stood silently in the shadows like a coward.
“Come out and face me, you prick!” he hurled the insults knowing they would have little effect. But what was he to do? All his money and power meant nothing now. In this moment, this shadow showed him exactly how powerless he was.
A low rumble started in the man’s belly and rose out his throat. He cocked the gun again.
“Please,” Carl tried again. “I have money, I can give you anything you want.”
The man paused. “Anything?”
“Yes,” Carl said with a relieved laugh. “Yes, ...
While You Were Gone
I woke with a start. My eyes wide, my heart thundered against my ribs, sucking air greedily into my burning lungs. Adrenaline tingeling thorugh my fingertips ready for action.
A sound woke me. What was it? Lightning flashed, filling the room with a blue glow. Everything was as it should be. My new glass top table and wrought iron chairs by the window. A bouquet of flowers from my husband sat on my dresser. I force myself to close my eyes and focus. The sounds of the house greeted me. The ice maker, the steady drip of the leaky faucet my husband was supposed to fix before he left for his current mission. The slight pitter-patter of rain on the window and a rumble of thunder in the distance. I almost breathe a sigh of relief thinking it was thunder when I realize one sound I did not hear. The steady breathing of the dog. She was old and tended to wheeze with every breath. My eyes shot open.
Silently I pull back the sheet and slip out of bed. The cool air greeting my bare legs as my feet ...
