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Me too. :-)
I've been looking forward to this book.
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YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS!? :-D
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YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS!? :-D"
That's the spirit!!! :-D
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YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS!? :-D"
In truth, it put a joyful, lopsided smile on my face exactly because of this when I saw your post on Facebook. "Cool. The boss is on a roll again. Move... and countermove." :-)
Is it the end of May yet? Wait --- is it the end of TODAY yet?!
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LOL, Steve! :-)
Steve wrote: "Is it the end of May yet? Wait --- is it the end of TODAY yet?!"It is somewhere in the world!
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It is somewhere in the world!"
Ha! True.
It is at least the end of the work day (and week) here already. Finally :)The end of May is a little farther away. Although the way the hours and days seem to swish past these days, it's here before I know it. A little bit scary, really..
Hambel wrote: "Steve wrote: "Is it the end of May yet? Wait --- is it the end of TODAY yet?!"It is somewhere in the world!"
I like the way you think!
Oh goodie, just in time for my exams to start, I'll have to wait until those are over guys, around July.But still, YAY :D
Christmas is coming early this year!
I've already pre-ordered it! Yay!
I just love when I can pre-order and then, I KNOW the book is coming :). So, yey! I'm looking forward to the short stories too. So many good things are coming... :).
Pre-ordered, looking forward to read the novel and the short stories!
Pre-ordered. How many times will I try to do so again between now and release day, I wonder. :D
Becky wrote: "Pre-ordered. How many times will I try to do so again between now and release day, I wonder. :D"Ha! Me too. Thank goodness it won't let me order more than once.
Pre-ordered. I will call it my birthday present to myself. May is a wonderful month for wonderful things.
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So it's not just me.
Seeing this made my day. *click* pre-oder complete *looks at watch* *looks at calendar* *counts on fingers* Is it May yet?
Josh, go to your start menu and search and then search for key phrases in the book. See what comes up. It may not help, but it might find the file in an obscure place.You can search for content in file manager, not just file titles.
It had made me happy just to preorder Winterkill! Knowing there will come a book my way, which I will fall in love with. And the release day is shortly before my birthday, what a beautiful present.
It is already number 1 on ama...de, so a lot of Josh's readers must have pre-ordered it!
Josh wrote: "Becky wrote: "Pre-ordered. How many times will I try to do so again between now and release day, I wonder. :D"So it's not just me."
With a long enough pre-order period I could get it into double figures. :D
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Otherwise, I can come up with a million reasons for why I don't have time to work. But once a deadline is in place that affects others...that is my reality check.
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The regular price is $6.99 and this time I will be ruthless about enforcing it when the book goes live.
Last time -- with BWTPT -- I waited until a month after it went live to change the price point, and the VA tells me there will still people writing in wondering why I had upped the price. They had something like three months to buy it at the reduced price!
So very kooky!
The best thing is that it is released on a Sunday which means undisturbed reading. :)
I pre-ordered it as soon as it was possible. This waiting is killing me... :P
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The chair across from him scraped pine on pine as it was dragged out. Haskell--lean, compact, and broad-shouldered--sat down. “Hi.”
Adam’s heart jumped. “Hi,” he said.
“Okay if I join you?”
It was a little late to ask, but Adam wasn’t objecting. “Sure.”
Haskell offered his hand. “Rob.” He was out of uniform, wearing jeans and a red tartan shirt. His hair was dark and thick and, despite the conservative cut, fell boyishly across his forehead. Adam got another whiff of that very nice aftershave: a mix of sequoia and citrus. Understated and masculine. Like Haskell himself.
“Adam.” They shook, and he liked the firm but easy pressure of Rob’s grip. He really got tired of guys who thought crushing your fingers proved they weren’t intimidated by a G-man.
“I recommend the tri-tip.” Rob nodded at the menu.
“I think I’m going for the chicken alfredo.”
“Everything’s pretty good here.” Rob finished his drink. His brown eyes met Adam’s and he smiled. He was a handsome guy and he knew it. But that was fine. Adam liked self-confidence and he liked self-assurance, being confident and assured himself. At least in most things.
Rob began, “How long have you been with the Bur--” but the hostess, who was apparently pulling double-duty as waitress, showed up with Adam’s G&T.
“Hey, Robbie,” she said, dimpling.
“Hey, Azure.”
Rob and Azure chatted for a few seconds before Azure remembered to take Adam’s order. “Good choice,” she approved of the chicken alfredo. She fluttered her false eyelashes at Rob and departed.
Adam sipped his drink.
“So you’re part of this Roadside Ripper taskforce?” Rob asked.
Azure must have thrown him off his stride, because that was a pretty lame opening. They both knew he already had the answer to that one. Maybe Adam’s speculations about Rob still being in the closet were right. Easy to believe in a backwoods place like Nearby. Anyway this wasn’t a conversation Adam wanted to have. For a lot of reasons, not the least of which was…dinnertime. He answered with his own question. “How long have you been with the Sheriff’s Department?”
“Sheriff’s Office? Twelve years.”
Adam nodded. Rob looked to be in his mid-thirties. About his own age. A man at the peak of his abilities. Which were probably wasted here. “Did you grow up locally?”
“No. I’m from Portland originally. I moved here for the job. And the scenery.”
Adam smiled.
“Amateur photographer,” Rob explained.
“Ah.”
“And what do you do when you’re not chasing serial killers?”
“I jog.”
Rob laughed and Adam laughed too, though he wasn’t kidding. He didn’t have hobbies. He jogged and went to the gym. That was as close as he got to a hobby. When he’d been a kid he’d collected vintage model airplanes. For a while he’d been into sailing.
And, again, thinking about the past was not productive.
The conversation unexpectedly wilted. Rob held up his empty glass, and across the noisy room one of the waitresses spotted him and nodded. Rob pointed to Adam. The waitress nodded again. Rob turned back to Adam and smiled briefly.
Adam racked his brains for a neutral topic of conversation. He was really bad at this part. The other part, the part that came after--assuming you got through this part--he was good at. Not so good that it counted as a hobby, but he did definitely enjoy it.
Finally he came up with, “So you’ve got yourself a cold case.”
“Yeah. Well…” Rob shrugged.
That surprised Adam. “No?”
“Twenty years later and no ID?” Rob’s smile was wry.
“The Sheriff’s Office is not going to investigate?”
There was no hiding the note of disapproval in Adam’s voice because Rob’s smile thinned. “Investigate what? A twenty-year-old hit-and-run? Anyway, it’s up to Frankie. Sheriff McLellan, that is.”
What. The. Hell. But Adam didn’t want his disgust with this lackadaisical approach to law enforcement to get in the way of getting laid. “Right.”
“Look,” Rob said. “We’ll do what we can, but we’re not the FBI. We’re not even Portland PD. We’re a small, rural sheriff’s office and we spend most of our time dealing with kids setting fires and vandalizing property -- or assholes who think shooting at ground squirrels in their front yard is all part of their right to bear arms. The fact that we even called you in ought to demonstrate how far out of our depth we are with this kind of thing.”
“‘This kind of thing’ being a twenty-year-old hit-and-run?”
Rob’s dark gaze was unsmiling. “Okay,” he conceded. “Maybe it wasn’t a hit-and-run. I’ve never known a hit-and-run driver to stop to bury his-or her--victim. But it wasn’t your guy either. Right?”
“No. Right,” Adam said.
“People do crazy things in a panic.”
“That’s true.”
The grave depth and use of terrain to conceal the body did indicate panic and haste. The remote location, however, indicated premeditation.
“I’m still not sure why Frankie instantly assumed this was one of your whatdoyoucall‘em? Unsub’s.”
Adam grimaced inwardly. Rob wasn’t as overtly hostile as Deputy Lang, but nobody in LE liked the FBI circling their crime scenes. It didn’t matter that the FBI usually had to be invited in by someone in charge; they didn’t just barge into a homicide investigation for the hell of it. He said neutrally, “We’re getting a lot of that these days.”
“It’s a fact the freeways, the interstates, are popular dumping grounds for bodies.”
“Yes. Correct.”
“So why Frankie jumped to the conclusion that one lone DB in the middle of nowhere had to be part of your investigation…that I don’t get.”
Adam shook his head. Rob was mostly arguing with himself anyway.
Azure appeared with their drinks and Adam’s dinner. The speed at which that entrée had been delivered was not encouraging, but Adam dug in anyway. Azure, now flirting with the guys at the next table, removed their empties and departed.
Rob said in a different tone of voice, “Not that I mind you being here.” He smiled with deliberate charm at Adam and Adam smiled back, relieved that they were getting back on track.
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And I'm still grinning at this:
Adam racked his brains for a neutral topic of conversation. He was really bad at this part. The other part, the part that came after--assuming you got through this part--he was good at. Not so good that it counted as a hobby, but he did definitely enjoy it.
:-D
What nice surprise. I'm still smiling over that line, too.
Johanna, will that fit on a mug?
Thank you for this nice snippet. Looking forward to the book :)
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Hmmm... it's a bit long, but I could try it. A little shorter version, perhaps:
He was really bad at this part. The other part, the part that came after--assuming you got through this part--he was good at. Not so good that it counted as a hobby, but he did definitely enjoy it.
:-D :-D :-D
Yes, we need a Winter Kill mug :-)
Cool snippet! Can't wait! :-)
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hahaha
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Maybe one of those gigantic beer steins?
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Maybe one of those gigantic beer steins?"
No laughing there, mister! The mug is almost ready... :-)
Johanna wrote: "Josh wrote: "Loretta wrote: "Johanna, will that fit on a mug?"Maybe one of those gigantic beer steins?"
No laughing there, mister! The mug is almost ready... :-)"
Cool :-)
Niiiiiiice! Thank you,Josh!
So good! I can't wait, I need the book now... :)
Thanks. Can't wait. For the story or the stein.
Haldis wrote: "Thanks. Can't wait. For the story or the stein."The stein is already available from the zazzle thread (sorry tried a link, it wouldn't paste)
Thank you Josh. What a beautiful surprise. I had today many target setting dialogues and a negotiating meeting with a cleaning company,(they work for our shops). Your gift is exactly what I needed, to recharge me!
Johanna wrote: "Winter Kill mug/stein now on Zazzle:-)"
Thanks. It was posted on FB as well.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00UB6FY7C
Clever and ambitious, Special Agent Adam Darling (yeah, he's heard all the jokes before) was on the fast track to promotion and success until his mishandling of a high profile operation left one person dead and Adam "On the Beach." Now he's got a new partner, a new case, and a new chance to resurrect his career, hunting a legendary serial killer known as The Crow in a remote mountain resort in Oregon.
Deputy Sheriff Robert Haskell may seem laid-back, but he's a tough and efficient cop -- and he's none too thrilled to see feebs on his turf -- even when one of the agents is smart, handsome, and probably gay. But a butchered body in a Native American museum is out of his small town department's league. For that matter, icy, uptight Adam Darling is out of Rob's league, but that doesn't mean Rob won't take his best shot.