I thought I'd give a little sneak peek into the new series I'm writing about the lethal lolita Kory Colt. I'm still toying with the title. I'll post it when I know it. Enjoy the except below!
I flew off my bed and
jammed my shoes on, grabbing the bat before shoving a knife into my boot. I was in such a mood already part of me hoped
it was Tommy so I had a reason to kick his ass again. He wouldn’t be walking away with just a
cracked rib. He might not be walking
away at all.
My steps were silent as I
eased out the back door, heading around the side of the house toward the little
alley between my house and the next. A
thick blanket of darkness hugged the night, obscuring the distance until my
eyes adjusted. Anyone else would have
been walking in blind.
Nothing and no one
stirred.
Damn. I was really looking forward to a fight.
I continued down the
alley in hopes of finding him hiding on the other side of the house. Adrenaline coursed through my veins like
blood, waking up every part of my body.
Sleep would be nonexistent tonight if I didn’t get a release.
I crept around the house,
my breath steaming in front of me. My
head slowly peeked around the corner—and was met with disappointment by the
emptiness.
Well that was a letdown.
A cold wind blew my long
dark hair across my face, carrying a saccharine scent with it. Probably an empty bottle of Jägermeister
somewhere, I thought, tucking the locks behind my ear.
Suddenly I felt rather than heard someone
approaching me from behind. The hairs on
the back of my neck stood at attention while goose bumps prickled my naked
arms. I probably should have tossed a
jacket on over my lacy tank.
