The move is almost over! I hope to get back to writing next week, but I wanted to give you a little sample of the Blackmoore book Im working on right now. I was hoping to have it published by the end of December, but I got behind schedule with the move, so now, hopefully, it will be published by the end of January. Below is the first chapter (its not edited so please excuse the mistakes). Will it be worth waiting for? Let me know what you think! *************** This wasnt the first dead body Morgan Blackmoore had seen, nor was it the most gruesome, but for some reason this body struck ice-cold fear into her heart like none of the others. It wasn’t the look of terror frozen on the guys face, or the giant burn mark on his chest indicating he was probably a victim of some kind of paranormal assassin that had her so frightened. It was the map clutched in his fisted hand … a map that looked eerily similar to one Morgan and her sisters had received from her Aunt Eliza shortly after Elizas untimely death. Morgan bent at the waist, her sleek, long black hair dangling in front of her as she strained to get a closer look. Was it the same map? It looked like it, but she didn’t have the photographic memory her sister Jolene did, so she did the next best thing. She slipped the cell phone out of her pocket and snapped a picture. As she leaned in, she stepped on something gooey. Picking her foot up she recognized it as one of the black licorice candies they sold in the corner store—a black crow. “Hey, Morgan. Do you mind?” Brody Hunter pulled her attention from the smooshed candy and she straightened to see him standing behind her in his Noquitt police uniform holding up the yellow crime scene tape. He jerked his head toward the area outside the tape indicating for her to leave. She took one more quick photo, then slipped under the tape as he held it up. “Thanks.” She tweaked his cheek and smiled as he blushed. She’d known Brody most of her life. Theyd both grown up in Noquitt and seeing as he was the younger brother of Morgans High School boyfriend she thought of him like family. Her smile faded as she walked away and glanced down at the photo of the map on her phone. She snugged her Black Pea Coat around her middle to ward off the chilly November air but it did little to stop the chill that crept from her spine and encircled her heart. She glanced back one more time, wondering who, exactly, the body was. She knew that the possession of the map indicated they must have come to her seaside town of Noquitt, Maine for a specific reason. That specific reason got them killed. What she didn’t know was if the dead person was friend or foe … or if the killer was still hanging around town. Morgan picked up the pace, her breath coming out in small puffs of condensation, her boots making tracks in the light dusting of snow on the ground, as she hurried to her truck. She wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but if her theory about the map was correct, things in her little town were about to heat up dramatically despite the late fall New England weather. She hopped in the truck, turned the engine over and put the truck in gear. She didn’t have time to let it warm up—she needed to get back home with her discovery and warn her sisters. On the way out of town, the reflection of flashing blue and red lights in her mirror caught her eye. Glancing behind her, she saw them load the body into an ambulance. Her stomach clenched. She had a feeling that might not be the last death this town would see before the year was out.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 14:28:00 +0000
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