Welcome to the sneak peeks countdown. With the third book of the new series, Backfire, soon to be released on December 12, I'll be posting some snippets from the story to whet your whistles :)
This book has been a long time in the making, so if you're still here, thanks for sticking through.
Some notes before we get to the good stuff... my first series, The Cardinal Series is all completed and available on Amazon Kindle Unlimited for free. It's also available for purchase. If you're interested in purchasing a hardcopy set of the first two books, The Cardinal Bird and Cardinal Caged, you can buy the first volume here. This volume is also available in the Kindle Unlimited store if you want to purchase or add to your ten-book Unlimited list to help free up a slot for another great book. I know I always have a hard time trying to cull my book limit. Get the Kindle version here. I've also bundled the second volume of the series to include Cardinal of Hope and The Cardinal Sin. That volume is available here for the Kindle version and the hardcopy version. The third and final volume with Cardinal Rose and The Red Cardinal will be available just as soon as I have a cover for it. I'll make sure to announce it on social media.
One more thing before the preview, I've got the fourth book of the series, In the Line of Fire, up on Amazon, so preorder your copy today!
Backfire, Book 3
An hour and a full roll of paper towels later, I carried the bagged refuse barefooted out to the back alley, hobbling for the dumpster when the slight frame of an elderly man, the neighboring shop’s owner, stepped outside.
His bushy white eyebrows rose in surprise, then in angular suspicion and disdain. “You got the whole town up in arms about you, girl. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, gallivanting around when you’re perfectly fine.”
“Hello, Harry,” I greeted, hating the subdued tone of my greeting, so I cleared my throat and put more force behind my words. Fake it until I make it. “How’s your store doing?”
Old Man Harry frowned. “That’s all you got to say for yourself? Yer curious ’bout how many hammers I sold since you vanished off the face of the Earth?”
Not really. It was freezing, and the flowy, gauzy outfit and lack of shoes did nothing to combat the chilly wind.
“Um, yes?” The reply dragged out into a question.
“Hmph. Well, I said it before, I’ll say it again. You ought to be—”
“Ashamed of myself.” I flashed a sarcastic thumbs-up and continued to the dumpster, dancing around to avoid cracked pavement or loose rocks. “Got it.”
Still, his surly nature represented him as aptly as his name, so the interaction served as a balm to my frayed soul even as I tuned out the lecture he was winding up for.
“Of course, Ol—Harry.”
At my near slip-up, he pointed a gnarled finger at my face. “Your daddy taught you some bad habits.”
My heart startled with a pause, chased by a deafening ba-dum, ba-dum, then my brain caught up, and I realized he wasn’t talking about my biological father but Papa—the one who called him Old Man Harry to his face with zero remorse.
“I agree,” I intoned.
“You get all that cheek from him, I