Serenity Snow's Blog - Posts Tagged "mystery"
What I'm Working On
I'm still working on the last Coyote Bound book. I'm nearly finished. I have maybe eight thousand words left.
This book is mainly about cleaning up some dangling ends. When I finish here, I'll be going back to Fairy Mafia for one last book to clean up the dangling Bridget ends.
Here is a snippet from the beginning. Kyra and Dylan are on their way home from dinner with their mates which was cut short. Their mates had an emergency leaving Kyra and Dylan to head home alone.
The truck hit them, and she was slammed forward as the air bags came out. The kiss of pain made Dylan’s face ache as fear made her heart race.
She couldn’t lose Kyra here.
Kyra groaned, and Dylan released her seatbelt.
“Come on Kyra,” she urged. “Come on.”
This book is mainly about cleaning up some dangling ends. When I finish here, I'll be going back to Fairy Mafia for one last book to clean up the dangling Bridget ends.
Here is a snippet from the beginning. Kyra and Dylan are on their way home from dinner with their mates which was cut short. Their mates had an emergency leaving Kyra and Dylan to head home alone.
The truck hit them, and she was slammed forward as the air bags came out. The kiss of pain made Dylan’s face ache as fear made her heart race.
She couldn’t lose Kyra here.
Kyra groaned, and Dylan released her seatbelt.
“Come on Kyra,” she urged. “Come on.”
Chit Chat
This week has been an interesting one for me so far, but I've managed to get some editing done on the last Coyote Bound book. I've almost decided on a title. Coyote Justice or Coyote Fury.
Dylan is cleaning up the aftermath of IC's cartel and the intention of some stragglers to restart the cartel as well as trying to solve two murders, but finding the killers is a little less complicated than finding out who's behind the murders and why.
Here's an excerpt.
The sound of wolves behind them had Dylan’s heart beating hard. Kyra was flagging, after having fallen twice already. She knew Kira was bleeding because they’d left a bloody trail behind them.
“We’re going to have to go up,” Dylan said. “Can you climb?”
“I—”
“I’ll boost you,” Dylan cut in.
“That’s not going to help,” Kyra said, her breathing labored.
“She’s right,” a cold voice drawled from behind them.
Dylan turned her head, eyes night glow, in the dark allowing her to see a figured, but he wasn’t alone. Two other sets of eyes glowed in the dark of the wood.
“Tell Claudia and Montana Summer, they had their chance,” he said, voice rough. “Now, the gloves are off.” The gun went off, and Dylan’s heart stopped.
She couldn’t see the bullet as well as she’d like to, but she could track the scent of it, the gun powder an acrid tang that had her stomach clenching tight.
She shoved Kyra out of the way and the bullet slammed into her.
Dylan gasped but before she could react, the sound of a scream from Kyra told her this was it for them.
Dylan went down under the heavy body of a wolf whose teeth sank into her shoulder, but she refused to cry out as she tried to fight free.
A second wolf joined the first, tearing at her, shaking her hard as its teeth ravaged her arm.
Kyra wasn’t moving, not making a sound and they backed off her. Dylan decided the best way to give them a chance was to feign death, so she stopped fighting and went limp.
Darkness beckoned her, the pain intense. Dylan did fight it, but she slipped into its welcoming arms.
Dylan is cleaning up the aftermath of IC's cartel and the intention of some stragglers to restart the cartel as well as trying to solve two murders, but finding the killers is a little less complicated than finding out who's behind the murders and why.
Here's an excerpt.
The sound of wolves behind them had Dylan’s heart beating hard. Kyra was flagging, after having fallen twice already. She knew Kira was bleeding because they’d left a bloody trail behind them.
“We’re going to have to go up,” Dylan said. “Can you climb?”
“I—”
“I’ll boost you,” Dylan cut in.
“That’s not going to help,” Kyra said, her breathing labored.
“She’s right,” a cold voice drawled from behind them.
Dylan turned her head, eyes night glow, in the dark allowing her to see a figured, but he wasn’t alone. Two other sets of eyes glowed in the dark of the wood.
“Tell Claudia and Montana Summer, they had their chance,” he said, voice rough. “Now, the gloves are off.” The gun went off, and Dylan’s heart stopped.
She couldn’t see the bullet as well as she’d like to, but she could track the scent of it, the gun powder an acrid tang that had her stomach clenching tight.
She shoved Kyra out of the way and the bullet slammed into her.
Dylan gasped but before she could react, the sound of a scream from Kyra told her this was it for them.
Dylan went down under the heavy body of a wolf whose teeth sank into her shoulder, but she refused to cry out as she tried to fight free.
A second wolf joined the first, tearing at her, shaking her hard as its teeth ravaged her arm.
Kyra wasn’t moving, not making a sound and they backed off her. Dylan decided the best way to give them a chance was to feign death, so she stopped fighting and went limp.
Darkness beckoned her, the pain intense. Dylan did fight it, but she slipped into its welcoming arms.
