Part of the #MFRWHooks , #MFRWAuthor : Halfway point

Another weekly Book Hook, and another morsel (more like a little bite, actually) of Guns For Angels. It’s still 99 cents, by the way. And this time, it comes from the exact halfway point of the book.

When Mark opened the curtains, older memories mingled with what shone in front of his eyes. Light rose fast from the ocean, pushed by an overzealous sun; soon, that yellow ball would emerge and conquer the fading darkness.

He’d been woken up many times by it, and by the heat seeping through his body, rusted after a night on the beach.

Once again that morning, the Floridian sun-his sun-beckoned at him with its burning halo like an old friend. And like an old friend, Mark nodded with a little smile before turning his back to it.

“Ann?” he called gently, prodding at her calf with his knuckles.

She emerged from under the pillow in all her sweet languor, with hair that looked a lot like the sun’s crown of light, her frown still full of sleep. “Yes,” she murmured. “Gimme five.”

She waddled to the bathroom, a blond baby doe still learning how to walk.

Mark sat at the table, took the clip off his gun. He heard his own body shouting insults at him for the night before – enough with sleeping wrapped around her! Yeah, well, his body had better shut up, for he wasn’t gonna stop.

He punched the voice away and got on with checking the gun. It was a soothing process: the gentle friction of the slide coming off, the wiping, reassembling the pieces back together. The trigger clicked, clean and ready for action, the clip slid in place, ammo filled his pockets. He could have done it with his eyes closed. In fact, he’d done this in places so full of death, so empty of hope, that the hotel room was a paradise. Their mess was nothing compared to what he’d been through in the years of duty.

But Ann… for her it was all new. She’d lived a normal life, ups and downs, bad hair days, common tragedies and happiness.

In the past week she’d seen her sister disappear, coped with her death, saw a man murdered and almost died a couple of times. She found out that her sister had been lying to her all along.

And there she was, minutes after dawn, getting ready to go with him, not knowing what she would find next. Still able to smile, to hope, to fight without losing kindness and warmth. Feeding his own faith.

Ann walked out the bathroom, chased her tennis shoes out from under the bed with movements still awkward with sleep.

She made him want to believe her, believe the buzz in his brain droning that yes, he could see the end of this crap and lose himself in her. The thought enticed him, dangerous and sweet.

She stood in front of him, hair in a ponytail and a tight smile on her lips.

Only 99 cents until release!

As usual, this is part of a blog hop where you can find new authors and new books.

1. Karen Cino – The Perfect Pitch2. Wednesday Past Betrayals, Past Loves
3. The Mad Monk’s Treasure – Romantic Adventure4. Let me love you – Iris Blobel
5. Daryl Devore – Love My Fate6. A Real Thief ~ Kayelle Allen
7. “Callas Summer Fantasy” – Amber Daulton MFRW8. The halfway point
9. At the Door, Windmaster Legacy10. Seth – Valerie Ullmer
11. Dancing Flames #LauraTolomei @ LallaGatta12. Falling #LynnChantale
13. What is Killing the Seniors on Sunshine Blvd?14. Safe? #HollyBargo
15. Appendix surgery?16. P. J. MacLayne The Marquesa’s Necklace

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