Release Day JUSTICE FOR BELLE!! #CreativiaPub #NextChapterPub

As cliche as it is to say ‘shout from the rooftops’ I was pretty damn tempted this morning to climb a ladder onto my house and let my entire suburb know all about the release of my latest novella!! Then I remembered that I’m a little clumsy, it rained last night on my metal roofing… and I don’t have a ladder. So, I guess that’s out.

I suppose I’ll settle for a blog shout out and share it like crazy, in hopes that it’s a loud enough shout to turn a few heads! I’m SO EXCITED to share this bite sized read with the world, I can’t even contain it right now! To make things even better today, I get to finish painting a freshly built chicken coop at my in laws house, and get rid of the smelly birds that have been taking up residence in my garage for the last couple weeks.

I agreed to this silly little experience of raising baby chicks for my kids sake, and it will likely be a one time thing, haha they’re a pain in the ass. So yeah, what a wonderful day to release a book AND to rid my house of the stench of chicken poop. Win Win all around!!

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DESCRIPTION:

Ahnia has a very dicey past – one that is scratching under the surface, just dying to get out.

She’s hit rock bottom, broke and desperate to be on top again. When she finds herself partnering up with man she hardly knows, and who’s utterly untouchable, she’s forced out of her comfort zone and left to question her own sanity.

Will Ahnia and Mac’s dangerous decision be a success, or will she find herself in the clutches of an unforgiving force, brought about by her childhood sin?

In this nail biting thrill ride, no one is as they seem… and no one is truly safe with those they trust.

Exerpt:

“I met Lorraine a few years after that writing conference I told you about. I decided to date her because she looked just like you and I was fascinated by that. I fell in love with her unexpectedly, and now here we are.” He pauses, “Any other questions?”

“Wow,” I’m stunned to near speechlessness. “You’re not one for small talk are you?”

“Nope.”

“Honestly, I don’t know whether to be flattered or creeped out. And yes, there are more questions, but now I’m kind of afraid to ask.”

“Are you ready for my proposition, then?” he asks.

“Probably not.” I answer.

“Good, because I don’t think I’m ready to give it to you, in full, just yet anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

Mac picks up his phone from the table to check the time, before rubbing at his wrist like he’s used to having a watch instead. Then, he pulls a pen from the inside pocket of his jacket and begins jotting an address down onto a napkin as he talks. I watch his hands closely, recalling my image of them squeezing the life from another human. His confidence is unsettling, and the brutally honest confession about his fiancé has left the weight of a rock in my belly.

“I was a failure as a writer, just like you’ve been a failure at a second attempt in writing. I want to give it another go, but I lack the proper inspiration, just like you. I think we need to take physical action and then write about it, as a team. You and I together. My proposition is more like a plan, and I’d love to talk more about it, if you’re willing. Meet me at this address. No phone calls, no more meet ups. I’m not going to eat here anymore, now that we’ve spoken. Don’t call me, don’t seek out my business. We can’t have any ties to one another. No links. No evidence. If you want to talk, just meet me at this address Saturday morning, same time as today.”

He hands over the napkin, but not before looking over each shoulder and out the window to make sure no one is watching. I slip it quickly into my pocket. I feel sneaky, filthy even, yet in a weird way it’s thrilling and sexy. A foreign heat pools in my lower belly. Every inch of my body feels the warmth from his fingers as they brush against mine.

“No evidence? What exactly are you talking about?” I whisper.

Mac only flashes me his confident smile, before he rises and casually saunters off. He leaves me behind, as if our entire conversation never happened. I’m now sitting on display alone, feeling naked and vulnerable for the whole world to see. I grab up my dirtied plate and take it to the back. My mind is running in circles trying to come up with whatever lie I’m going to feed Lucy. Hopefully I can pull it off, and fast, Douglas will be here any minute.