We are two weeks and a few days away from Beyond the Veil, book 1 of Shadow Company‘s release. I’m excited to share this first installment in the Shadow Company’s trio. Look for your copy at all major outlets New Year’s Eve. Now for that imagination.
Logan Latimar and feisty, Aubrie Sinclair find common ground and sparks light their world. Here’s a snippet of conversation over coffee at Stogie’s Place. Enjoy!
Beyond the Veil, book 1 of Shadow Company
To Aubrie, the diner was like stepping back in time. The atmosphere went back further than the cafes of the fifties with their bright colored vinyl bar stools. Cozy, dark stained wooden booths lined the wall of windows making up the building’s inviting structure. Stogie’s Place reminded her of the diners of the forties with a soda fountain near the back. The hole-in-the-wall establishment might have been where Al Capon strolled in, firing off enough rounds to kill his current enemy in crime. The gun smoke would still fill the air as he calmly exited the door, getting back in his car before speeding away. Aubrie could practically smell the coppery scent of blood splatter on the walls. Screams mixed with overturned chairs littered the space as patrons scurried from the murder scene.
Logan touched her arm. “I said where would you like to sit?”
“Huh?” Aubrie blinked away the vision. “I don’t care. Over there is fine.”
“Where’d you go?” His voice deepened with the question.
Warmth surrounded Aubrie as she imagined him in the bedroom with a single lamp for light.
“I ugh, I drifted off there for a moment. That’s all. This place reminds me of the gangster days the locals mention when Bonnie and Clyde, you know those infamous bank robbers, frequented the area. Can’t you see somebody like them or Al Capon or maybe Baby Face Nelson appearing in the doorway? All of a sudden, their rival is lying in a bloody pool.” She smiled wistfully at the idea.
“Wow, that’s a vivid imagination you’ve got there. Easy on the blood, okay?”
Unable to help the laugh, Aubrie reined in her thoughts. “I’m app to conjure up a tale or two. I write for a living, among other things.
“You’re an author? That’s fascinating.” His eyes lit with interest.
She had hit a cord with this ex-SEAL. Unable to stop the smile, Aubrie wondered what else made up this handsome package of male testosterone.
“So what do you write about?”
Now, she relaxed a fraction. Her love of writing surfaced, so, of course, Aubrie couldn’t stop the easy feeling of purpose, each time her work was mentioned. Nothing bad ever came from discussing her writing. “I’m a romance writer. I love mixing paranormal and suspense along with history. Can’t get enough of them.”
“Wow, I see. You really enjoy the work, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. What about you? No, let me guess. You work at the garage during the week and save drowning damsels on the weekend. Sounds like Superman to me.”
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