Many of you who follow this blog have probably already read it, or decided it wasn’t something you’d like to read, or you don’t read books you have to buy from Amazon. This blog post is just to let you know that now you can get it from almost anywhere that eBooks are sold. I self-published it through Draft-2-Digital, so it’s submitted to all the places they have partnerships with.
If you click on the link below you’ll be taken to a page that lists all the available retailers.
The second book is going up on pre-order next month and should be available to download everywhere by the end of August. That’s the plan, anyway, but I have to get busy writing to meet that schedule.
In the meantime, here’s the link to buy it if you’d like to give my brand of fiction a whirl:
Here’s a short excerpt from the first chapter. The whole first chapter is available at my Rural Fantasy website if you’d like to read a whole chapter to get a little more of a taste:
“I’d like to apply for a job,” I said to the receptionist. My voice came out so strong and unwavering, it surprised me. I swallowed.
“Which position are you interested in?” She didn’t even look up at me, but rubbed her finger left to right across the smooth glass front of her device on the horizontal surface in front of her, already poised and waiting to tap. I wondered which positions she’d already assumed I’d be there for.
Her gray and silver streaked hair was pulled into a very tight bun at the top of her head. It gave her eyes an exaggerated elongated shape. As bored as she had to get in there all alone like that, she probably did it that way to keep them from being able to close if she fell asleep on the job.
“Bounty Hunter,” I replied. There. I’d done it. Finally applied for the job. That ought to jar her out of her boredom. I couldn’t help the little self-satisfied smirk I felt creeping onto my face.
Veronica Statin, according to her name tag, still never looked up but gave her spiel in a drone that implied she got this inquiry a hundred times each day.
My smirk faded a bit.
“We don’t hire just anyone as agents. And if A.R.S.A. does decide you are a good fit, they won’t give you any solo jobs until you’ve mastered the art of tracking a target. You’ll have to prove you’ll actually follow through to the end. The end means running the target down to grub stage. For a relatively young criminal, this means three incarnations. Older ones could be more. It could take three or four years to finish one case and could involve travel to distant destinations. Do you have identification?” she asked.
I didn’t realize she’d stopped talking and had asked me a question. I was still stuck on the three times sentence.
Three times? People are killed more than once? How’s that possible?
Thanks for reading this excerpt from my first fiction book. If you liked it, you can get the whole book at your favorite retailer by clicking the button below 🙂
or, you can skip over to my fiction website and read the whole first chapter.