Friday, January 17, 2014

Amber and Blue II Victory 1st Chapter Excerpt

It's finally here! 

It's been slower than molasses on a cold winter day, but finally, after a few extended deadlines, it's almost here.  I considered making up some catastrophic event that slowed my progress but unfortunately, I am just a slowpoke.  Amber and Blue II Victory is slated for release at Amazon on February 1st, 2014.  Below, I am including the first chapter, and an updated version of the cover.  If you haven't had an opportunity to check out my first book, Amber and Blue, maybe Victory's excerpt will pique your interest and you'll decide to take a peek at both.


http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HXJ5FOM








Chapter 1
Lucien's Pain


     "Son of a bitch!" A large framed painting rattled against the wall before it smashed to the bedroom floor.  In the hallway, a furious man rammed the door with his shoulder, "I'll kill you—you little bastard!"
     "It's my husband," the woman whispered. "You have to get out of here."
     "Your husband?" Lucien threw on his pants and grabbed his shirt and shoes from the floor. "I thought he was out of town."
     "He was supposed to be."
     "Damn it!  Where are my keys?" Lucien slung the comforter from the mattress, but finding nothing, he dropped to the floor.  He slid his arm under the bed, spread his fingers across the dusty hardwood, and found them, just as the door splintered and cracked from the man's repeated blows.  Lucien jumped to his feet, stumbled to the window, and stopped.  He turned to the woman and winked. "It's been fun, ma chérie."
     The second floor jump hurt like hell when he crashed in a heap on the sidewalk below.  He staggered to his feet and dragged a throbbing ankle with him as he limped, shirtless, and shoeless to his bike.  He slid on his helmet, fired up his motorcycle, and looked back.  The man burst through the back door and charged across the lawn after him.
     Lucien spun back the throttle and popped the clutch.  The engine screamed when the bike's torque yanked the wheel from the pavement.  The enraged man became a speck in his mirror, and left far behind as Lucien vanished from sight.
     The speed felt good, and the wind against his chest made him feel alive, but feeling alive meant feeling pain.  When he finally arrived at his apartment, he hobbled inside and headed straight for the shower.  His doctor would chew his ass if he knew what he’d been up to.  Although his chest wound had healed, it was still sore and tender, and a jump to the pavement was not what the doctor had ordered.  Still soaked from the shower, he fell onto his bed, rolled over, and let his eyes close.
     When he opened them, she was there by his side. "Grace?"
    

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