I’m hard at work on edits today! I’m hoping to have Stealing Liberties ready for a November release and, along with hoping, I’m banging out the words on my laptop too! Here’s an excerpt to prove it:
The smell of Captain Black tobacco hung in the air and mingled with the scent of burning wood from the large stone fireplace that warmed the Rose & Crown Pub. Jay Stanstead had been all over the world, but this pub, in this little London neighborhood where he grew up was always home.
Jay cracked a smile as his old friend from the forces, who had retired with him a year ago, gushed on about a new job he’d landed as a mercenary.
“How’d you like to have the same sort of adventures at ten times the pay?” Ian Urquhart waggled his red eyebrows and his green eyes sparkled as he handed Jay a business card.
Jay read the card. “Brock Benjamin. Sentrion Services.” He glanced up at Ian and took a long drink of his Guinness. “What’s this? Your mercenary master?” He tossed the card back at Ian.
“It’s a P.M.C., you wank. Nobody says ‘mercenary’ anymore.”
(goose bumps) Nov. can’t come fast enough! I’m going to have to be content on re-reading the series over (again).
Love your work! Please keep it coming!
Thank you so much, Juneth!
Just in time or Christmas! Can’t wait.