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Excerpt and Blurb from My Upcoming Book: Until Death

 Excerpt:

Lt. Potter slowly entered the darkened house and breathed in the familiar scent. Nothing in the house changed in all that time. The furniture was well kept, the pictures on the walls had faded only slightly, and even the knick-knacks were intact. Evan didn’t know what to do about the house after his parents left it to have a bigger house built in the country. They wanted to live near Lynée’s parents, but he thought about selling the old place. He said he might at least rent it out. Why not make money off of it?

Lt. Potter thought she heard a sound. Cautiously, she went upstairs while her colleagues checked out other rooms around the place. Her service revolver was drawn, and the air was stuffy. She would turn on the air conditioner if she weren’t searching for the man she loved. She listened to every creak, bump, and footstep to gauge the level of possible danger. Her eyes and ears were working past full capacity, and she started to get goosebumps. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she sensed something sinister mere feet away.

Her partners caught all of the people hiding out around the home. She heard their deep, intimidating voices yelling orders of “FREEZE!” “DON’T MOVE!” or “DOWN ON THE GROUND!” All of that was in the back of her mind. She inched her way down the hall. Suddenly, someone tried to attack her in the dark. Lt. Potter’s fighter instincts took over and she knocked them out cold. She looked at who the perp was, and the man seemed familiar, though she couldn’t place him. 

She didn’t readily recognize him as anyone with any real significance. Two impressed uniformed policemen dragged the unconscious idiot away. Lt. Potter shook her head and kept moving along the dark hallway. Suddenly, she made her way to Evan’s old room. Why was he tied to a chair? What the hell was that strapped to his chest? She was about to hurry into the room, but Evan, with tears in his eyes, whispered for her to stop.

 “Baby, no! Don’t move!” 

“Evan? Babe, what are you talking about? I’ve gotta get you outta here!”

 “Baby, please, get out! It’s a bomb!” 

That was when the ringing in her ears stopped, and she heard the ticking. She heard evil laughter behind her, but she wanted to get him out of there.

“Baby, please! Please no! J-just remember… I’ll always love you and the…”

Blurb:

Lieutenants Lynee (pronounced Lin-NAY) Potter is a wife, mother of two, and respected detective in Nashville, Tennessee. Likewise, Elizondo Delgado is a husband, father of two, and the best detective on his force in Houston, TX. After the mysterious deaths of their spouses, they decided to pick up and start their careers anew as partners in Phoenix, AZ. A city where they had a successful stakeout before.

A major stakeout goes bust, and they have to find the trail again in another city. When the two seasoned detectives take on the case, they find secrets that blow their minds. How do they solve this case and navigate their growing need for each other at the same time?


Photo from Arizona Capitol Times (Feb. 17, 2020)

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