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Friday, July 26, 2013
Sweet Saturday Sample~KILL SHOT by JD Faver
Happy Saturday everyone! I'm going to share an excerpt from KILL SHOT a romantic suspense set in New York City. This is about lovers reunited when the heroine is suddenly thrust in the big middle of danger. This excerpt is from the beginning of the book and doesn't need much of an intro. I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment to be entered in a drawing for a free download.
KILL SHOT by J.D. Faver
A trickle of sweat ran down her
neck and between her breasts. Micki swept the mass of honey blond curls off her
neck, allowing a slight breeze to cool her as she admired the tree-lined drive.
Her photographer’s eye lined up a shot for the coffee-table book she planned to
create. Central Park was her favorite portrait
studio, feeding her need to see blue sky and hear birds sing as she worked. She
loved the park, even on a day this warm.
Opening the back of her car, she
carefully placed the duffle on the rear deck before slamming the tailgate.
Micki started the motor with one
leg still outside the vehicle, switching the A/C to high. She turned all the
vents to blow in her face, then tucked in her leg and leaned out to close the
As she touched the handle, the
driver’s side window shattered with a loud pop, raining small shards of
splintered safety glass down her arm. Her ears rang, like she’d zoomed to a high
Stunned, Micki stared at her hand,
covered with a fine mist of glass. She raised her eyes to the gaping hole in
her side window. Prickles of fear swept across her flesh, sent a spiral of
panic to constrict her airway and clutch her insides.
Micki looked back over her shoulder
just as her rear window imploded. A scream raged in her throat, but came out as
Stomping on the gas pedal, she
slammed the door and veered out in front of another car, barely missing its
front fender. Her tires squealed in protest as the driver swerved and braked.
Micki’s heart slammed against her
ribs. She couldn’t catch her breath. With each thud of her heart, the need to
escape the park escalated. She could feel the crosshairs trained on her neck.
Her tires squealed again as she
cornered too fast, frightening a pedestrian back onto the curb.
shot at me. The reality hit her like a slap in the face. Why shoot at a wedding photographer? It
had to be a mistake. Was she being used for target practice by gang-bangers?
Her only thought was to get out of the park. What if someone’s chasing me?
Micki groped for her cell phone,
intending to punch in 911 but her fingers froze. What would she say? I’m driving like a maniac. Come find me.
She punched number one on her speed
dial instead, reaching out to the only person who’d ever made her feel
completely safe. It wasn’t fair to call, but as she sped away from the park,
she couldn’t think of a reasonable alternative. Both dread and longing rose up
inside her chest. It rang three times before a breathy female voice answered.
Micki choked back a gasp. Her first
instinct was to hang up, but she was too scared. She struggled to swallow the
boulder-size lump in her throat. “Oz!...I need Oz.”
There was a long moment of silence.
“May I tell him who’s calling?” The tone wasn’t breathy any more. Suspicion
iced the words.
She hesitated, her heart pounding
in her ears. “Micki.”
In the background, she heard Oz
asking who was on the phone before the receiver was muffled and a brusque
conversation took place.
“Micki?” He sounded tense. “What do
Her stomach clenched at the sound
of his deep voice. She closed her eyes, wishing she hadn’t called. Some things never change. “I’m sorry
to bother you, Oz. I don’t want to make things difficult.”
He snorted indelicately. “Too late
“I didn’t know who else to call.”
She took a shaky breath. “Someone shot at me...twice.”
He inhaled sharply. “What happened?
Are you all right?”
When she heard the concern in his
voice, tears stung her eyes. “I--I did a bridal shoot in the park. Someone shot
out my car windows.” The sound of gunfire shattering glass reverberated in her
memory. “I got out of there as fast as I could. I was too scared to wait for
“You did the right thing, Micki.
Are you being followed?”
She pulled up to a stoplight and
peered at the driver in the car beside her. He stared in morbid fascination
through the hole in her side window, his expression sending another jolt of
fear to her gut. When the light changed, she pressed her foot on the accelerator
to avoid his gawking.
“I don’t think so.”
“Where are you now?”
She glanced in her rear-view mirror
at the mesh of glass surrounding the gaping hole behind her head. “About ten
blocks from your new place.”
He sighed heavily. “I’ll meet you
down in front.” The phone went dead.
She knew this was difficult for
him, but it was difficult for her too, considering the last time they’d seen
Oz was leaning up against the
building as she pulled into the parking space. A familiar ache spread through
her when she saw him. She could almost feel his arms holding her, his tall,
lean body the perfect haven. Resting her head against his chest would make her
feel safe and secure, but she’d given up the right to experience those things
When he saw her, he ducked his head
and raked his fingers through his thick, dark hair before pushing away from the
He stepped into the street and
surveyed her through the shattered window. His dark eyes assessed her. A
half-smile quirked one side of his mouth. “What have you done now?” He opened
her door and held up his hand. “Wait. Don’t scoot across the broken glass.” He
brushed it off her seat with his hand.
She struggled to return his smile
as he squatted beside her. A soft breeze ruffled his hair. She stifled the urge
to stroke it into place. His gaze flicked over her, squeezed her heart as
memories of their recent past crushed her.
He stood and extended his hand.
Micki found herself deserted by the
tiny shred of control with which she had driven here to face the man she’d
turned her back on. She smiled, although tears sprang to her eyes. “Yes, Sir,
Officer Osmond.” Her hand shook as she reached to take the one he offered.
“Oh, Micki,” his voice softened.
But her tears refused to obey,
spilling down her cheeks in twin rivulets. “Sorry,” she hiccupped. “I’m scared,
“Damn!” He gathered her into his
A tidal wave washed over her,
turned her legs turned to rubber. Pressed against Oz’ lean, hard frame, fear
and pain slipped away.
“I called this in,” he said. “There
should be a squad car on the way.”
As if on cue, the high thin wail of
a siren sounded in the distance.
He held her clasped tightly. “Micki,
“Don’t worry,” she said, sniffling
against his shirt. “I won’t take this personally.” She tried to smile but her
lips quivered and a fresh spate of tears shook her body.
Oz sighed and patted her shoulder while
he rocked her in his arms.
As Micki clung to him, a war of
emotions raged inside her. She couldn’t remember why she’d felt compelled to
break up with him. Oh, yeah, she’d wanted to accomplish something more with her
life than just being Oz’ wife. She owed it to her dad. At least he had always
believed in her.
The siren abruptly quit screaming
when a patrol car screeched to a stop beside them, blocking her car in and
causing motorists to have to swerve around them.
“What’s up, Oz? Are you subduing a
felon?” The young officer swung the passenger door open, eyed Micki appreciatively
and flashed her a grin.
A muscle in Oz’ jaw tightened. He
released her and stepped away. “Someone shot at my...ex-girlfriend.”
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