The brutal truth: I procrastinated too much and didn’t get a post together for today.
The glossed-over story: Hooray! You get a special look at the first chapter of my latest release, Soldier (White Mesa Chronicles Book 1)!
(I checked, and the Amazon preview doesn’t go all the way to the end of the chapter, partly because of my little prologue thing.)
A Friend in Need
Tommy eased the motorcycle to a stop, his teeth clattering as they jolted over one last pothole.
He flicked a look over his shoulder, bracing as his “partner” jumped down and swung his rifle up and down the street.
“Clear,” called Ricco Dobson.
Tommy eased forward to be more in the lee of the torched cop car, and engaged the kickstand. Below the smashed roof lights and burned-out interior of the vehicle, the door still bore the peeling words Chicago Police. It had to be five decades since that had meant anything to anyone except history geeks like Tommy.
Creaking to a standing position, he also scanned their surroundings, tugging off his driving gloves. The road looked deserted except for the dog corpse they’d passed a dozen yards back, its mangey skin stretched tight over its skeleton. Three or four crows stared down at the two young men from tree branches or power poles, waiting ’til the coast was clear to return to their meal. Continue reading