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FLIGHT FROM DEATH — Book 1 of the Fly By Night Series (a spinoff of Otherworld)Release date: July 7th, 2015. Available for Preorder! If you want an autographed copy, preorder from Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Preorders help authors out SO much!

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A woman dressed in a uniform, sporting a Washington State Department of Transportation badge, was walking up to the driver’s window. Alex rolled it down.

“Good evening, love. Are we in time for the next sailing?” He smiled pleasantly, and I noticed his fangs were retracted.

She nodded at him—and us—and said, “That depends. Do you have a reservation?”

“Reservation?” Alex didn’t sound so happy now. “We need a reservation for a ferry trip?”

She shrugged. “I’m sorry, but we always recommend reservations on this run. We run an average of eighty-five percent booked, and the remaining slots, if any, are first come, first served. I can guarantee you that you won’t make this sailing, or even the next two. They’re booked solid and the overflow from the waiting line here will fill them both up before you get near the boat. You might make the last sailing if you stay in line.”

I wanted to slide under my seat. How could I have made such a stupid mistake?

Alex cleared his throat. “You’re sure? We need to make it to Port Townsend tonight.”

She nodded. “You can wait, but it might be quicker if you return to Mukilteo, drive down to Edmonds, then take the ferry over to Kingston. You can drive up to Port Townsend from there. At the worst, you’ll probably get there at the same time as you would if you just parked here and waited.”

Alex thanked her and rolled up his window. He turned to me. “Shimmer . . .”

I blushed again. “I’m sorry! I screwed up. I admit it, but there’s not much I can do about it now.”

“Of all the idiotic . . .” He let out a low growl, but it wasn’t really a threat—I had heard him use it often enough when dealing with Glenda.

I let out a snort. “Oh, stuff it. You could have checked yourself.”

“Check myself? All right, love, but remember, it was your idea.” Again, the smart-assed grin and he reached for his crotch, stopping as I swatted at his hand.

“Stop that!”

He laughed.

I shook my head. “Fine, fine, it’s all my fault. So, what do you want to do? Stay here or backtrack?”

He glanced back at Ralph, who was wisely keeping out of it. “What do you think?”

“Not my call—I’m just along for the ride.” Ralph kept up his stance as Switzerland.

“All right, then. I don’t feel like twiddling my thumbs on a possible chance of getting aboard a ferry tonight, so we’re going to go back to Edmonds and take the ferry to Kingston like she suggested.”

As he pulled out of the waiting line and we headed back the way we’d come, I decided to join Ralph for a strategic game of keep-my-mouth-shut. While Alex didn’t seem all that angry, he definitely wasn’t amused and given the shift between us, I figured silence was golden.

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Monday Snippet: Flight From Death

4 thoughts on “Monday Snippet: Flight From Death

  • 03/17/2015 at 8:39 am
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    cant wait to read more!!!

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  • 03/17/2015 at 2:22 am
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    I am so looking forward to this series – I do wish you would write more for the Indigo Court

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