I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from Scent to Her Grave.
Originally written under the name of “India Ink”
The fairest of them all… Lydia Wang is the newly crowned winner of a local beauty pageant–and the queen of mean. Used to getting what she wants, she ends up in a fight with Persia over the store’s newest acquisition: the Mirror of Aphrodite. Reflecting only the most beautiful aspects of the person looking into it, the mirror is a huge draw and definitely not for sale–no matter how much Lydia is willing to pay. Persia arrives at the shop the next morning to find Lydia dead, the mirror missing, and one of the shop’s treasured employees the prime suspect. Trevor’s arrest is a blemish on the reflection of the shop, so Persia decides to take matters by the nose. To clear his name, she must sniff out the signature scent of a killer.
Buy Links:
Kindle: https://goo.gl/wVsEvr
Nook: https://goo.gl/rrfZl2
Kobo: https://goo.gl/j1yU70
iBooks: https://goo.gl/Bzc0Lt
Excerpt:
I leaned toward her, out of patience. “That mirror was a personal gift to me from a friend. I offered to let my aunt hang it in the store. Read my lips: there’s no way in hell anybody’s going to get their hands on it.”
The anger in her eyes turned to astonishment. Before she could continue the argument, I walked away, leaving her standing in the middle of the aisle. I slipped in back of the counter to help Tawny just in case Lydia decided to get belligerent. Lydia looked around uncertainly. I had the feeling very few people ever talked to her the way I had and no doubt she’d try to find some way to take revenge, but we’d weather the storm. From what I understood, she was due to leave for New York in a few weeks anyway.
She flashed me a cold stare, but I just shrugged and stood my ground. After a moment, she stuck her nose in the air and headed for the door. I watched her retreating figure, shaking my head. Annoying and a drain on the psyche.
As she neared the door, two young women who had been browsing through the bath gels swept in to block her path. One, a red-headed beauty bordering on anorexic, looked like she had a bone to pick with our beauty queen. The other girl, a little on the plump side, was truly lovely. Or she would have been, if she hadn’t been staring at the ground, her shoulders rounded and slumped as if she carried the weight of the world on them.
I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from Scent to Her Grave.
Originally written under the name of “India Ink”
The fairest of them all… Lydia Wang is the newly crowned winner of a local beauty pageant–and the queen of mean. Used to getting what she wants, she ends up in a fight with Persia over the store’s newest acquisition: the Mirror of Aphrodite. Reflecting only the most beautiful aspects of the person looking into it, the mirror is a huge draw and definitely not for sale–no matter how much Lydia is willing to pay. Persia arrives at the shop the next morning to find Lydia dead, the mirror missing, and one of the shop’s treasured employees the prime suspect. Trevor’s arrest is a blemish on the reflection of the shop, so Persia decides to take matters by the nose. To clear his name, she must sniff out the signature scent of a killer.
Buy Links:
Kindle: https://goo.gl/wVsEvr
Nook: https://goo.gl/rrfZl2
Kobo: https://goo.gl/j1yU70
iBooks: https://goo.gl/Bzc0Lt
Excerpt:
I leaned toward her, out of patience. “That mirror was a personal gift to me from a friend. I offered to let my aunt hang it in the store. Read my lips: there’s no way in hell anybody’s going to get their hands on it.”
The anger in her eyes turned to astonishment. Before she could continue the argument, I walked away, leaving her standing in the middle of the aisle. I slipped in back of the counter to help Tawny just in case Lydia decided to get belligerent. Lydia looked around uncertainly. I had the feeling very few people ever talked to her the way I had and no doubt she’d try to find some way to take revenge, but we’d weather the storm. From what I understood, she was due to leave for New York in a few weeks anyway.
She flashed me a cold stare, but I just shrugged and stood my ground. After a moment, she stuck her nose in the air and headed for the door. I watched her retreating figure, shaking my head. Annoying and a drain on the psyche.
As she neared the door, two young women who had been browsing through the bath gels swept in to block her path. One, a red-headed beauty bordering on anorexic, looked like she had a bone to pick with our beauty queen. The other girl, a little on the plump side, was truly lovely. Or she would have been, if she hadn’t been staring at the ground, her shoulders rounded and slumped as if she carried the weight of the world on them.
