Every year, I look forward to December. There's something magical about the holiday season. I love all the lights and giving presents, and for a few days each year everyone becomes nice. People gain a politeness many don't carry the rest of the year, and life slows down into the pace it should have.
It's quite beautiful, especially in the countryside. Imagine driving through a snowy landscape where the only lights come from your own car. Then, you pass a few houses, and they're all lit up like this.
This year, I'm excited for December for more reasons. My Kidnapped prequel - Courage and Retribution - will be available free from the Desert Breeze Publishing website. I'm participating in Nightowl Reviews winter web hunt, I have a promotion blitz scheduled for Brand New World for December 12th, and come January, lovely Roxanne Rhoads from Bewitching Book Tours will be my publicist. Exciting times!
Here is a short sneak-peek of Courage and Retribution, telling the story of William become one of the most wanted men in the galaxy.
The wooden staircase creaked under William's feet. He squinted into the basement's complete darkness, remembered the flashlight in his hand, and made his way to a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Its light didn't reach all the way into the corners of the room, and it sent strange shadows crawling over the walls.
He kept his head bent; he was too tall to stand straight in the confined space. "It's not elegant, but should be safe enough for now."
Three dirty faces turned toward him with faith shining from their eyes, and he swallowed hard. What if he couldn't live up to their trust? No, he couldn't afford to think like that. He started down this road. There was no going back.
A female hand clutched his. It was small and cold and made him want to protect her. "Thank you. I don't know what we'd do without you."
He cupped his hands around hers. "I have to go. The congregation will be here soon. You just stay put down here, okay?"
Taking a glance around the bare room, he exhaled through his teeth. There had to be a better place to hide the family than this dank cellar, but he couldn't think of anything. "I'm sorry it's not nicer."
The woman made a dismissive gesture. "We're alive."
She was right. Their insurrection might have been a minor one, but they were still refugees from the Alliance. Having the biggest war machine of the galaxy on their heels, feeling safe even for a moment must be a luxury. "I'll bring you some food as soon as I can."
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