Hi everyone!

Because it’s Friday (yes, TGIF) and because there’s been so much buzz and excitement about DESERVES TO DIE , I decided to release the excerpt now! As my father used to say, “Why not?” Of course, there are still more prizes to come as long as you all keep adding CLOSE TO HOME
For now, enjoy this excerpt from DESERVES TO DIE, after another look at the chilling cover:


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Through the veil of snow, man and rider were partially obscured, blending into the wintry landscape, appearing almost ghostly. Even the dogs seemed to disappear.

Eli waved at his father, but Trace didn’t notice, his concentration and gaze steady on the fence as he appeared and disappeared in the wind-fueled flurries. It worried Eli a little that he was so far ahead of his dad, but he reminded himself to be cowboy-tough. He had a job to do. Once more horse and rider vanished for a second and Eli wondered what he’d do if his father didn’t reappear, if he became lost somehow.

But that was nutty.

He knew where he was and his dad was right behind him. Squinting, Eli searched the grove. But no. He couldn’t see his father. Nor the dogs.

About to call out to him, Eli caught a glimpse of the bay stepping through the trees again, a phantom horse, barely visible just like in the cartoons he watched or the video games he played.

Feeling a little better he leaned over the saddle horn, shifting his weight, urging Jetfire forward. Man, it was cold. Too cold. The sooner he found the dumb hole in the wire mesh, the sooner he could go back inside. Jet fire picked up the pace, threading through a copse of saplings as Eli peered through the shifting snowflakes. Here, the fence crossed the stream again as it cut through the trees heading in a crooked path to the river a few miles to the west.

The fence looked a little different, not as much ice building up over the wire, no snow sticking to the posts. Maybe the cattle had rubbed up against it when searching for a way through, after all this was a deeper part of the stream, where a particularly stubborn calf with just enough curiosity and no darned brains could wade in and, if he tried hard enough, maybe duck under the wire where the fence spanned the creek. There was no guard here, no floating cattle panel that moved with the current. Squinting through the snowfall, Eli encouraged Jetfire forward, closer to the creek, but the horse snorted and balked.

“Come on,” Eli insisted, giving a Jetfire a nudge with his knees, urging the gelding to walk closer to the creek.

No way. Instead Jetfire started backing up.

“Hey!” Eli said sharply. “Let’s go!”

But the gelding was having none of it. Tossing his head and snorting, Jet shied away from a thicket of maples.

Eli took a firmer grasp on the reins. “What’s got into you?”

From somewhere nearby a dog growled, low and warning, the sound causing a drip of panic to enter his heart.

Jet reared up, trying to twist midair.

Eli fought the reins. “Whoa. Stop!”

From behind some snowy brush Bonzi appeared, his caramel-colored coat dappled with snow, his lips snarling, showing teeth, his eyes trained on the creek, just beyond the brush. As Jet shied, the hairs on the back of the dog’s thick neck raised. Tail stiff, he snarled and barked, his eyes focused on a bend in the creek.

What was it? A wildcat or puma? Maybe a wolf?

Shivering inwardly, Eli followed the dog’s gaze with his own.

“Trouble?” his father shouted from somewhere not far behind.

Great. The last thing he wanted was his dad to think he couldn’t handle his horse. Eli’s gaze scoured the wintry banks of the creek, searching the exposed rocks and tangled, snow-covered roots. “No,” he said shaking his head, “It’s just– ”

His words died in his throat.

His stomach dropped.

Fear cold as an Arctic blast cut through him as he saw what the dog had sensed.

Ten feet ahead in a deep pool, a woman’s arm stretched out of the water, fingers wide, as if supplicating the heavens.

Stifling a scream Eli yanked hard on the reins as he stared at the hand. Reaching upward, one finger severed, the hand seemed to be grasping into the empty air for help, supplicating to a God who obviously hadn’t listened.