Sneak Peek 2 of Setting Fire, Book 1 of the Fire Series by Mia Smantz
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Welcome to the sneak peeks countdown. With the first book of the new series, Setting Fire, soon to be released on September 30th, I'll be posting some snippets from the story to whet your whistles :)
If you're here, then you are getting excited for the release of Setting Fire, book 1 of the Fire Series!
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 ten-book limit. Get the Kindle version here. Soon, I'll be bundling the second volume of the series to include Cardinal of Hope and The Cardinal Sin as well as Cardinal Rose and The Red Cardinal. I'll make sure to announce it on social media.
One more thing before the preview, I created the pre-order for the next book so that I could include the link within the current book, but I haven't been promoting it. But, here it is, the next book in the series:
Setting Fire, Book 1
For some reason, the only thing I could blurt out in response to the strange sight of a strange man was, “You’re not from Stillwind.”
The man got to his feet and turned to face us, smoothing out his tie in the process.
He was slim, around Brien’s height and size, with neatly combed brown hair and thick eyebrows a shade or two darker that nicely framed his electric blue eyes. His wore a sharp, black suit that had somehow remained impeccably clean.
I wasn’t sure why that thought popped into my mind. Despite my clothes being strewn everywhere, the only thing he would have gotten on him was stray hair from that terrorist terrier, and it wouldn’t have shown up on the man’s black attire anyway. Then I remembered Rory mentioning he would be meeting the person who would help deal with the…
The body, I forced my internal dialogue to finish.
“You’re Westphal,” I stated, though it came out vaguely accusatory.
“Indeed, I am. Henry Westphal to be exact. And you must be Sasha Popova.” He held his hand out for me to shake.
“Well, make yourself at home,” I told him sarcastically. Since when was it okay to invite complete strangers into someone else’s house without their permission?
He scratched the hair at the nape of his neck. “I apologize, Ms. Popova, if I took too many liberties. In fact, if I may be so bold, your place actually reminds me a lot of my brother’s. You see, he’s—er, he was rather… relaxed in how he maintained his home.”
If I hadn’t seen the flash of pain from a recent loss, I would have called him out for basically calling me a slob. Instead, I shrugged. “I try to stay busy, so I don’t sweat the small stuff too much.”
His hand went to the knot at his throat in a gesture that reminded me of a shocked damsel in distress holding her hand up to her delicate neck while she gasped. “The small stuff?” he choked out, his eyes shifting back to the sock on the lamp shade.
Both the Viking and Brien were watching their boss with amusement, as if they knew that this would be his reaction.
“Small stuff?” Rory scoffed, inserting himself into the conversation. He used one finger to lift an article of my clothing. “Popova, you have a bra on your coffee table. And since I know that no one would touch you with a ten-foot pole—maybe excluding my boy, Brien here—”
“Rory.” “Yeah, fuck you too!” Brien and I spoke in synchronous harmony. He took the low warning notes, and I hit the high-pitched, furious soprano.
Rory flashed a sinful grin that made his dimples pop on his round cheeks. “You wish I would, Popova.”
“What I wish is that you would—”
Eli stepped in front of me. “O-kay! That’s enough. Let’s not badger the injured animal. She might get feral.” He bravely guided me to the mismatched loveseat. After his comment, he was lucky I didn’t bite him just on principle. He plopped down beside me, making me wince and grab my ribs. “Oops, sorry. God, I’m so forgetful. You okay?”
“Yep, m’good,” I mumbled with a thumbs-up from my free hand.
“Good one, you big oaf,” Rory growled as he marched across the room. “I said her ribs weren’t broken, not that they might not be fractured. She could still turn a fracture into a full break and puncture a lung. Is that what you want?”