Well, it’s late, but I wanted to get a head start on tomorrow. I’ve been pretty incommunicado lately ’cause I’m finally in the zone and Deuces Wild is moving right along. I don’t know what happened, I wouldn’t call it writers’ block, but I just wasn’t feeling the story until I let my antagonist go wild! I usually love my villians, but this time even my skin is crawling. It’s a little over the top and I think my worst fear is that readers will put it down & not pick it up again, but I have to let them be heard.

I also want to invite everyone to the Coffee Confessions Authors Brunch. JA Adams, LM Blakely & I will answer any questions you may have. If coerced, we may read a passage or two. Check out the details & register @ http://coffeebrunch.eventbrite.com/ Your 1st cup of coffee is on us!

As promised, here’s the sneak peak:

It almost felt like sleepwalking. Lark slowly moved over to his side of the queen-size bed and removed the black and gray 9mm Ruger P89DC from the knotty pine night stand’s bottom drawer. The two pound pistol felt especially heavy in her hands tonight. She removed the magazine and checked to make sure it was fully loaded with copper-tipped brass bullets. Then slowly and quietly, she slipped out of their bed. Lark knew she could kill him. Ironically, he was the one who’d started taking her to the range for target practice. She ran her fingers over the smooth barrel and had memory so strong that she could almost smell a whiff of burnt gunpowder. It all flooded back as his instructions replayed in her mind.

They had just put on their headphones when Karl positioned himself behind her and stood directly in her center.  His hands enclosed hers as he adjusted her grip and bent his knees into the backs of hers. Reflex made her fall into place and strangely she became aroused. A man at her back and a gun in her hands felt like one of the most sensual moments of her life. 

Now focus, inhale and pull the trigger as you exhale.

Her aim had gotten quite good. She discovered she was quite the expert at head and neck shots.

Lark wrapped the pink terry cloth robe around her sturdy body, tying the belt while looking down on what used to be her waistline.  At five feet three inches, one hundred and sixty-five pounds, she wished she could magically get her teenage body back.  Maybe then he wouldn’t have…but she knew her figure had nothing to do with what was happening in the other bedroom. Although it wasn’t her fault, it felt like it. Her stomach churned.

Barefoot, she walked up the light beige carpeted stairs to her daughter’s room on the right. Lark stopped, stood by the door and listened. When she thought she heard a soft moan, she quietly turned the knob, opened the door and flicked on the light switch. What happened next would come to her in flashes for the rest of her life.

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Until next time…

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