Serenity Snow's Blog - Posts Tagged "catching-a-coyote"
Catching a Coyote
Catching a Coyote is live! Grab your copy now.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QHXWZF6/
Catching a Coyote as well as the other coyote books are now part of a series thanks to my wonderful publishing house. Well, here's an exclusive first look.
Restless, she couldn’t sleep, but she hadn’t been able to since this all happened. And all of her instincts were screaming just like they had the night her mother had been killed. Misty had been plunged into a world of uncertainty and betrayal.
Unlike then, she was on edge and on the verge of running. However, she knew she couldn’t just take off. Her testimony was vital to putting a crime lord behind bars for life.
This was a safehouse with experienced guards whose job it was to protect her. So why did she feel surrounded by an electrical fence?
Misty pushed out a rough sigh and paced over to the window. Pulling back the curtain, she peeped out and instead of finding the shadowy figure of the FBI agent who was usually out back smoking at this hour, she found a prone lump on the concrete.
Her heart stopped and scenes of the night her mother was executed before her played through her mind. Her blood, her voice weak as she begged for her life, and his cruel laugh as he pulled the trigger.
For the third time in Misty’s life, her world had tilted on its axis and the room spun around her.
“He’s coming for me.”
“You can’t escape me, Misty. I will never let you go. If I can’t have you, I won’t let you live without me.”
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QHXWZF6/
Catching a Coyote as well as the other coyote books are now part of a series thanks to my wonderful publishing house. Well, here's an exclusive first look.
Restless, she couldn’t sleep, but she hadn’t been able to since this all happened. And all of her instincts were screaming just like they had the night her mother had been killed. Misty had been plunged into a world of uncertainty and betrayal.
Unlike then, she was on edge and on the verge of running. However, she knew she couldn’t just take off. Her testimony was vital to putting a crime lord behind bars for life.
This was a safehouse with experienced guards whose job it was to protect her. So why did she feel surrounded by an electrical fence?
Misty pushed out a rough sigh and paced over to the window. Pulling back the curtain, she peeped out and instead of finding the shadowy figure of the FBI agent who was usually out back smoking at this hour, she found a prone lump on the concrete.
Her heart stopped and scenes of the night her mother was executed before her played through her mind. Her blood, her voice weak as she begged for her life, and his cruel laugh as he pulled the trigger.
For the third time in Misty’s life, her world had tilted on its axis and the room spun around her.
“He’s coming for me.”
“You can’t escape me, Misty. I will never let you go. If I can’t have you, I won’t let you live without me.”
