I can’t believe it’s February already. It seems like we just celebrated Christmas!
My time shrink probably has a lot to do with spending so much time in my office getting ICE blue all pretty and ready for release. The last few months have been very hectic in the writing cave. Okay, I admit, it wasn’t all work and no play. There was Christmas, and the birth of our new family member, and that vacation to Disney World. And now, all this February snow to clear away! Granted, it’s only been a few inches at a time, but every day?
What more apt time, though, to introduce the cover of my new novel. Here it is!
All set for a March 29th Release. You met the DeLuca Family in heartbeats. Now get to know them even better in ICE blue.
The action starts quick in this spicy suspense story. Here’s a taste to get you started. Preorders will be available in March. Until then, while the ice falls outside, stay cozy indoors!
A rush of adrenalin shot through Angela as she approached the accordioned car where a cop stood, adamantly motioning her over.
“What’ve we got?” she asked the officer. Another man, not a cop or rescue personnel, she presumed, as he wore no uniform jacket—hell, he wasn’t wearing a jacket at all—stood beside the officer, his back to her. His head and arms disappeared into the opening where the driver’s window should be. Blood, bright red and vibrant against the white snow, trickled from beneath the door at the man’s feet…
She touched the shoulder of the man leaning through the window.
“Hey, it’s okay, we’ll take it from here.”
The guy didn’t seem to hear her. More rescue vehicles were arriving on scene, sirens blaring.
She called more loudly. “Hey, I said we’ve got it!”
Finally he turned and gave her a quick assessment. She could swear she saw a touch of amusement in those blue-green eyes he flashed at her.
“Listen, lady, if I ease up on this,” he said smoothly, “this guy’ll bleed out.” Turning his back to her, he said to the driver, “Hang in there, buddy. I’ve got you covered…
Angela squeezed her arm in beside the man-in-the-window’s shoulder and pressed her fingers against the driver’s throat. He was tachy. His skin cold and clammy. Read more…