Last Snippet

When I was completing my final read through of Nightfall’s Prophet, I pulled out all these tiny excerpts to share with you. The original plan was to do the photos with powerful quotes like I’ve done in the past. Well, that didn’t happen because I ran out of time. I don’t know if it’s because I started immediately on the next book or if I was just a little scattered this time, but the go-live date really crept up on me. Also, my computer may have restarted overnight. Although it auto saved the documents I had opened, I thought I’d saved everything when I closed out. I hadn’t. So the quotes were all lost.

Oh well. You get a longer excerpt as a result. Though it is still quite short. Luckily, you don’t have long to wait because Nightfall’s Prophet comes out tomorrow!

Excerpt

“Why is it that I’m the one who always gets injured?” I asked Connor as we reached the path.

“Perhaps because you are rash and jump into situations before thinking?”

I stopped to glare at him.

He ducked his head, but not before I saw the way his lips twitched in amusement.

“What’s next?” Connor asked, changing the subject.

My ringtone cut off my response. I held up a finger to tell him to wait as I fished the cellphone of my back pocket.

“This is Traver’s Agency. Aileen speaking. What service may I provide tonight?”

A startled pause greeted me.

“Hello?”

A woman started cackling.

“Is that how you answer your phone?” she gasped, breaking into guffaws every other second. “You sound like an escort service.”

The rest of her words cut off as she dissolved into laughter again.

I tilted the phone to check the caller’s name. The words “Demon Wolfy” shone up at me. Caroline. Of course. Who else but a best friend would give me this much shit?

“And that name! It’s so awful.”

“It’s called branding,” I said sourly, wondering if she could hear me over her laughter.

She was right about the name though. It was generic—and awful. I hadn’t been able to figure out anything better to call myself and until I did The Traver’s Agency it was.

“It’s something,” she said as her laughter eased. 

“Why are you calling me?”

A snort left her. “Did you forget what day it is?”

Spoiler: Aileen totally forgot 😀