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 Murder Under A Mystic Moon.
The shockwave hit me like a sledgehammer, knocking me over backward.
“Shit!” Dazed, I blinked to clear my vision as Murray knelt by my side.
“You okay?” She rested her hand under my shoulder, helping me to sit up. “Em… talk to me, tell me you’re okay?”
I shook my head. “I feel like I just got hit by lightning.”
“You did.” She wasn’t laughing.
“You got struck by a tiny lightning bolt that came out of the ground.
It hit you right in the forehead. I saw it. It was green.”
Right in my third eye. Delightful. So the valley had decided to use me for target practice? I struggled to my feet, grateful for Murray’s support. Other than a ringing in my ears and the sneaking suspicion that I now knew what it felt like to be popped into a toaster, everything seemed to be functioning right.
She reached out gingerly and tapped my forehead with her finger. I winced as she touched the raw skin. “It’s like you were burned. You’d better put some antibiotic ointment on that or it might get infected.”
I closed my eyes, wavering a little. Hot diggity-dog. Not only had the energy zapped me a good one, but it had left a calling card.
“Enough.” I shook my head. “I’m not thrilled about being fried like an egg. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
I picked up my crystal ball, which had made it through the experience unscathed, and started for the truck. Murray scooped up her bag of incense and was starting to follow when a noise reverberated through the long, narrow strip of grassland. It wasn’t coming from the trees, but from the cliff side.