“Bout time, detective. Any leads on your case?” she asked, pointedly ignoring me.
All my pent up paranoia had nowhere to go when irritation flared through me, so I looped my arm through his. “He sure does, darling.” I offered her a wider than average grin.
“We’ll talk later, Char,” he said as we continued past the reception and down the hall. A smirk tugged on his lips once we stepped out of sight along the long bone-white corridor. “Don’t tell me you got jealous, sweetheart.”
I let out a huff and shoved him in the side. “You wish, loverboy. Just nerves getting the better of me.”
The starchy fabric of the uniform reminded me of the old days where I wore clothes I’d stolen off a dead person in an alley. This is what our high and mighty military wore? A sneer curled my lip, which I didn’t bother hiding.
I slouched, leaning against the smooth wood overlay lining the walls of the basement clubhouse while Jerome scanned over me with his discerning eye.
“Like what you see?” I grinned, knowing full well the man was immune to my sass.
I twitched as a drop of sweat trickled down my back. “I do declare, is that a vote of confidence in my leadership skills?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and fixed me with a look. “It’s a vote of confidence in your ability to hoodwink the most cynical man. I’ve never met a more manipulative son of a bitch in my life.”
“Why, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” A slow smile rolled to my face. He wasn’t wrong. Interpreting people came easily for me, and when my survival as a kid hinged on using said knowledge to my favor, I learned how to work around even the most stubborn bastards. Given a little patience and observation, most people delivered their tells early in a conversation. A little bruising of the ego meant nothing to me if I escaped alive.
Shadows spilled onto the ground even during midday. This neighborhood wasn’t one he’d chance at night unless armed with a flamethrower and a dozen hunters at his back. Conor paused with his hand on the door frame as he listened. Apart from the dog’s thick breaths, he didn’t hear any other movement or sudden noises. The place smelled like peat moss, and a slight scent of tinny blood tickled his nose. He slunk inside with cautious steps, and his senses reeled in overdrive.
The whine sounded again, coming from the right. He flicked on his keychain flashlight and shone it around the place. Broken dishes cluttered a rotting table, and piles of withered leaves and crumpled papers matted together to gum the corners.
Droplets of blood littered the carpet.
That’s right, folks.
An Airship Named Desire will be back on the shelves tomorrow, now labeled as book one of the Take to the Skies Chronicles. To celebrate, and to thank all of you lovely people who’ve taken the time to support that first book of mine, I’m running a free day tomorrow.
Add it on Goodreads, and don’t forget to check out Stolen Petals, which is book #1.5 of the Take to the Skies Chronicles, as well as A Tale of Two Airships, now listed on Goodreads:
Enjoy the gorgeous new cover, courtesy of Jillian Renee A!
Hey all you lovely ladies and gents! I got the cover for Hunting for Spring in earlier in the week, and the time has come to share it with you all!
Seriously, I am so thrilled about how this turned out.
Did I mention that the release date is 1/12/16, and that you can already add it on Goodreads, here?
Not going to lie, I was so thrilled that the skyline at the bottom is the Philly skyline–did I mention I live in the ‘burbs of Philly?
Okay, okay…here it is, folks! The cover for Hunting for Spring!
You can already check it out at Loose Id’s website: Hunting for Spring, and it’ll be available for pre-order soon!
Lizzy’s brown eyes gleamed under the shaky flame of the candle. “What was it like topside?” Curiosity bubbled to the surface, like I knew it would. Lizzy’s head teemed with sparkles and nonsense from all the wonders my mom had crammed her head with when we were kids. At first the decimated slums up above had disappointed me, but after watching a bird soar through the sky and feeling the breeze on my cheeks, a thrill burned inside me again that I thought had died with my parents.
Dive into the world of Snatched!