Lovely readers, I have some wonderful news! Dropping the Dime is available today at all the finest online booksellers. This is the second book in the Miranda Vaughn Mysteries series and I had such a great time writing it.
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Here’s a peek at Chapter One! I hope you have as much fun reading about Miranda’s latest adventures as I did writing it!
My heart pounded, and my legs ached, but I kept putting one foot in front of the other. I struggled for breath and grimaced at the pain in my side. Gasping, I struggled onward through the empty city streets in the gray early light.
“I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.”
There was no one out on the street to hear my complaints, so I voiced them, chanting in time with my footsteps on the sidewalk.
“Hang in there, pretty lady. Your butt will look good.”
“Eeep!” I leapt sideways at the voice and saw the bearded man reclining in a doorway. He lifted a paper-covered bottle and winked a bleary eye at me.
I picked up my pace and crossed the street, my heart rate well into the aerobic range thanks to the new rush of adrenaline.
It’s pretty much impossible for me to explain how much I loathe running.
I hate feeling like a lumbering elephant as my feet pound away at the unforgiving sidewalk. I hate sweating. I hate sports bras.
But I kept moving at a pace that could be considered a jog. It was barely daylight, the only sane time to go out in public and humiliate myself. At least there were few people out and about to see me attempt the concept of exercise.
Why was I doing this if I hated it so much? I asked myself this question as I tried to focus on the music streaming in through my earbuds. It was healthy, though it made me feel like I was dying. It would let me fit into the cute dress I just bought that was a little snug.
And the next time I was chased by gun-toting psychopaths, I’d be ready to run.
I hoped there was never a next time. But after recent events, I wasn’t going to rule it out.
By the time I reached the entrance to the alley that led to my apartment I was a huffing, sweaty mess, and all I could think of was showering then stopping by my aunt’s bakery and grabbing a hot almond croissant right off the baking tray. My mouth watered at the thought of the pastry as I opened the gate to the backyard that led to my apartment over Aunt Marie’s garage. I’d been living in the apartment for a couple of years and though it was small and cramped and I could now afford to move out, I liked living near my only family member. And her yummy bakery.
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