Coyote Bound Release
Coyote Bound 5 has a release date. Claiming a Beta Coyote releases July 16th. In the meantime, here is a snippet of what to expect.
I don't have the cover yet, but I've seen it. It looks okay.
Enjoy this, snippet.
“Buy you a round?” Claudia asked allowing her gaze to slowly slide over the black outfit and the thick ponytails cascading over her shoulders. Her brown eyes were the shade of smooth whiskey and preoccupied even as they swung to meet Claudia’s.
“Sure.” She smiled, her eyes lighting with interest.
“What are you drinking?” The shade of her gaze seemed wrong. The color a little muted, and Claudia wondered if it was the light or she wasn’t the woman Claudia thought she was.
“Just ginger ale,” she said and bent over the table. She looked down the length of the cue at Claudia before adding, “You want to play?”
“Sure.” Claudia threw her word back at her. “Be right back with those drinks.”
“I’ll be here,” she said and took a shot. She sank a couple of balls, and Claudia turned to head to the bar.
****
Kyra watched the woman go. She knew who she was, but Kyra doubted the mayor of Snowbury knew who she was without her black leather mask and the distinctive perfume she used to hide her very subtle but true scent.
She couldn’t help wondering what Claudia was doing this far from town in what was fast becoming jackal-wolf country.
She had had a meet with a jackal who was on his way out of town before his boss went down for running drugs. He was certain it wouldn’t happen with Dillinger dead, but he wasn’t taking chances.
If Kyra was smart, she’d be jumping ship, too, instead of allowing her emotions and an imagined debt to Dillinger to keep her on the case.
His replacement, Ava, had taken over in Dillinger’s death, but she was giving every impression that capturing Dill’s murderer and Russo was on the back burner while she got her kid out of town to someplace safe.
I don't have the cover yet, but I've seen it. It looks okay.
Enjoy this, snippet.
“Buy you a round?” Claudia asked allowing her gaze to slowly slide over the black outfit and the thick ponytails cascading over her shoulders. Her brown eyes were the shade of smooth whiskey and preoccupied even as they swung to meet Claudia’s.
“Sure.” She smiled, her eyes lighting with interest.
“What are you drinking?” The shade of her gaze seemed wrong. The color a little muted, and Claudia wondered if it was the light or she wasn’t the woman Claudia thought she was.
“Just ginger ale,” she said and bent over the table. She looked down the length of the cue at Claudia before adding, “You want to play?”
“Sure.” Claudia threw her word back at her. “Be right back with those drinks.”
“I’ll be here,” she said and took a shot. She sank a couple of balls, and Claudia turned to head to the bar.
****
Kyra watched the woman go. She knew who she was, but Kyra doubted the mayor of Snowbury knew who she was without her black leather mask and the distinctive perfume she used to hide her very subtle but true scent.
She couldn’t help wondering what Claudia was doing this far from town in what was fast becoming jackal-wolf country.
She had had a meet with a jackal who was on his way out of town before his boss went down for running drugs. He was certain it wouldn’t happen with Dillinger dead, but he wasn’t taking chances.
If Kyra was smart, she’d be jumping ship, too, instead of allowing her emotions and an imagined debt to Dillinger to keep her on the case.
His replacement, Ava, had taken over in Dillinger’s death, but she was giving every impression that capturing Dill’s murderer and Russo was on the back burner while she got her kid out of town to someplace safe.
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