Today, Traveling With T is part of the TAX CUT blog tour hosted by Chick Lit Plus! I have an excerpt from the book and Samantha from Chick Lit Plus (because she is so fab!) has a giveaway happening!
Excerpt from TAX CUT:
The only sound in the pre-sunrise hours was the sound of the waves pounding the sand. It was windy, which caused the ocean to unleash its fury on the shoreline. A shadowy figure approached the beachfront club in the darkness.
A new sound emanated out of the darkness. Not from the ocean, but from the club. Shattering glass. It took the intruder less than three minutes to invade and destroy. What would happen next would rock the small village of Coral Beach. The intruder casually strolled back to his vehicle, discarding his cigarette with a flick of the wrist.
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The first alarm sounded at eight fifteen a.m. I was on my way into work. I could see the billowing smoke rising—a funnel-like cloud in hues ranging from gunmetal to black. The fire engines roared past me as I pulled over to make way for their hasty arrival at the location of the distress call.
The second alarm sounded moments later. The fear rose from the pit of my stomach. I had had a traumatic experience in Catholic school when I was seven years old. A fire drill was in progress. One of nuns told us that if we didn’t hurry up, we would burn in a fire. It had a profound effect on me. I refused to go to school, because I thought it was going to burn down and that I would die. My parents had to take me for counseling. I never truly got over my phobia of fire. Seeing the thick smoke was not a matter of being scared for me. It was something that terrified me to the core.
I arrived in the parking lot of the municipal building at precisely eight thirty. The smoke was close…too close. The third alarm sounded. I turned off the ignition and opened my car door. The smoke stung my eyes, causing them to tear up. Tainted air entered my lungs, causing me to cough. Pieces of ash danced in the air like snowflakes during a winter storm. I knew this was much worse than a winter storm could be.
I ran inside the building for cover. Bryce was right behind me.
“What’s going on? Where’s the fire?” I asked him.
“According to the radio announcer, it’s at the beach club.”
“Oh no,” I said as my mind went straight to a dark place. I knew it in my bones that the fire was set intentionally. Gino Righetti wanted that beach club condemned and he was going to get it, no matter what the cost.
Be sure and check out the other stops on the tour- and don’t forget to enter the giveaway at Chick Lit Plus for a 20 dollar Amazon card!
Happy Reading and Bookishly Yours,
T @ Traveling With T