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Happy Friday!

As we get closer and closer to the release of the book, I thought I’d share a few more tidbits.

 

Teaser

 

Excerpt:

Someone bumped into her shoulder, hard enough to take her back a couple steps. Jarred, she turned her head to the impact. Pale eyes met hers through long dark hair. Taryn took a quick step to the side as she recognized the face, the long coat, those eyes. Inside, she went on high alert.

He looked up and down her body in a slow sweep before meeting her gaze again. With a cocky smile, he lifted one hand in a mocking salute. “Sorry, doll,” he drawled in a voice that was deep and dark as molasses. He took two backward steps, holding her gaze. Then he raised his cigarette to his lips between his fingers and thumb, took a drag, and went on his way.

Taryn remained locked in place for a moment, watching him stride off.

Kenzie touched her shoulder. “Was that the guy—”

From the graveyard? Yeah. That was him all right.” She looked at Kenzie, “And we’re going to follow him.” Without waiting for her friend’s agreement, she took off after the mystery man whose eyes haunted her in dreams. The guy who liked to hang around fresh graves at night.

What?!” Bags rustling, Kenzie hurried behind her to catch up. “Why are we following this guy? He’s kinda creepy… and hot, up close. In a bad boy sort of way.” She bit her lip. “Please tell me we are not stalking the scary man for a date?”

Are you insane?” Taryn hissed, slowing her pace enough to give her a dirty look.

Oh, good. Because those bad-boy types never work out. You just can’t change them.” Kenzie patted her arm. “He looks like the type that would be too cool to carry a cell phone anyway. All off the grid. So… if it’s not to get a phone number, why are we following him?”

There’s something about him…”

Bad idea,” Kenzie interrupted.

“…that sets off all my alarms.” She glared at her friend as she finished. “I think he’s up to something.”

He kept his pace leisurely as he made his way down the street, right down the center of the walk. People stepped around him, some giving him dirty looks as he broke up their group. He kept up his stroll, seeming not to notice.

Because you saw him in a graveyard? Taryn, we were there, too.”

And we were up to something.” She stepped politely to the side to let a group pass. “But we were up to something good. Weird, but good. I don’t get the same vibe from him.”

Up ahead, he took one last drag of his cigarette before he tossed it to the side. Tucking both hands in his pocket, he turned the corner and disappeared.

Other than being a total litterbug…” Kenzie crinkled her nose. “…he hasn’t committed any crimes.”

Taryn carefully peeked around the corner before following him down the darker side street.

That we know of. What if he had something to do with the body in the park?” She took to whispering on this less-crowded stretch of road.

That’s a bit of a jump, don’t you think?” Kenzie clutched her bags to her chest. “And if he was, should we really be following a murderer around?”

The lights reflected off the puddles that dotted the dirty sidewalk, adding shine to an otherwise dark and murky scene. Ahead, his coat flared around him in the breeze as he walked.

Taryn opened hers just a bit and turned to Kenzie, giving her a peek of knife handles and stakes. “I’ve got us covered,” she said.

The worry was blatant on Kenzie’s face. Little Miss Can’t Do Wrong was torn between making the safe, smart choice, and being unfailingly loyal. She stopped and gave Taryn a pleading look but sighed loudly when she realized it was getting her nowhere.

Just know, if this gets us killed, Taryn, I’m gonna kill you.”

Relax. We’ve got like four lives left.”

****

This time around let’s check out a song from Taryn’s playlist.  Type O Negative <3

Happy Friday!

As we get closer and closer to the release of the book, I thought I’d share a few more tidbits.

 

Teaser

 

Excerpt:

Someone bumped into her shoulder, hard enough to take her back a couple steps. Jarred, she turned her head to the impact. Pale eyes met hers through long dark hair. Taryn took a quick step to the side as she recognized the face, the long coat, those eyes. Inside, she went on high alert.

He looked up and down her body in a slow sweep before meeting her gaze again. With a cocky smile, he lifted one hand in a mocking salute. “Sorry, doll,” he drawled in a voice that was deep and dark as molasses. He took two backward steps, holding her gaze. Then he raised his cigarette to his lips between his fingers and thumb, took a drag, and went on his way.

Taryn remained locked in place for a moment, watching him stride off.

Kenzie touched her shoulder. “Was that the guy—”

From the graveyard? Yeah. That was him all right.” She looked at Kenzie, “And we’re going to follow him.” Without waiting for her friend’s agreement, she took off after the mystery man whose eyes haunted her in dreams. The guy who liked to hang around fresh graves at night.

What?!” Bags rustling, Kenzie hurried behind her to catch up. “Why are we following this guy? He’s kinda creepy… and hot, up close. In a bad boy sort of way.” She bit her lip. “Please tell me we are not stalking the scary man for a date?”

Are you insane?” Taryn hissed, slowing her pace enough to give her a dirty look.

Oh, good. Because those bad-boy types never work out. You just can’t change them.” Kenzie patted her arm. “He looks like the type that would be too cool to carry a cell phone anyway. All off the grid. So… if it’s not to get a phone number, why are we following him?”

There’s something about him…”

Bad idea,” Kenzie interrupted.

“…that sets off all my alarms.” She glared at her friend as she finished. “I think he’s up to something.”

He kept his pace leisurely as he made his way down the street, right down the center of the walk. People stepped around him, some giving him dirty looks as he broke up their group. He kept up his stroll, seeming not to notice.

Because you saw him in a graveyard? Taryn, we were there, too.”

And we were up to something.” She stepped politely to the side to let a group pass. “But we were up to something good. Weird, but good. I don’t get the same vibe from him.”

Up ahead, he took one last drag of his cigarette before he tossed it to the side. Tucking both hands in his pocket, he turned the corner and disappeared.

Other than being a total litterbug…” Kenzie crinkled her nose. “…he hasn’t committed any crimes.”

Taryn carefully peeked around the corner before following him down the darker side street.

That we know of. What if he had something to do with the body in the park?” She took to whispering on this less-crowded stretch of road.

That’s a bit of a jump, don’t you think?” Kenzie clutched her bags to her chest. “And if he was, should we really be following a murderer around?”

The lights reflected off the puddles that dotted the dirty sidewalk, adding shine to an otherwise dark and murky scene. Ahead, his coat flared around him in the breeze as he walked.

Taryn opened hers just a bit and turned to Kenzie, giving her a peek of knife handles and stakes. “I’ve got us covered,” she said.

The worry was blatant on Kenzie’s face. Little Miss Can’t Do Wrong was torn between making the safe, smart choice, and being unfailingly loyal. She stopped and gave Taryn a pleading look but sighed loudly when she realized it was getting her nowhere.

Just know, if this gets us killed, Taryn, I’m gonna kill you.”

Relax. We’ve got like four lives left.”

****

This time around let’s check out a song from Taryn’s playlist.  Type O Negative <3

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