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    by Elaine Levine
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Wednesday
Feb252015

Ty and Eden: A Red Team Wedding Novella

Ty and Eden: A Red Team Wedding Novella is on sale for its debut week at $1.99. After March 5, it will go up to its regular price of $2.99.

I hope you find a few hours to set aside for Ty and Eden's wedding. Enjoy!!

Kobo Books:  http://bit.ly/1zLo9tC

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Print Version:  The print version is now available! Use this discount code 6HBB9QZM to save $2 off the retail price of $7.99 when you buy directly from Amazon's POD store

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Saturday
Feb212015

Ty and Eden: A Red Team Wedding Novella

Ty and Eden's wedding novella will out later this week!! Here's a little peek at what's coming:

 

Chapter 1

The hot asphalt road seared the soles of Ty Holt’s boots. He shifted his stance, freeing them momentarily from the sticky tar pavement. Hard to tell what was hotter, the road or the sun.

He looked at the photo the warden had given him of Cordell Ryker, his bio dad. The man was an older version of himself—same eyes, same nose, same mouth.

Ty felt sick. He knew he’d never looked like Bladen; he’d assumed it was because he inherited his looks from his mom. The photograph of his bio dad broke that comfortable myth and stole the last connection he had with his mom.

Some of the visitors who parked near him got out of their vehicles and waited tensely as men started to file out of the prison. The first group, wearing orange prison garb and handcuffs, moved forward under heavy guard. They were quickly loaded into blue vans parked at the curb.

As the vans pulled away, the next batch of men spilled out of the prison. These were dressed in civilian clothes and each carried a plastic grocery bag of personal items. They squinted in the sunlight and moved in halting steps, as if the freedom they headed toward would be taken away from them at any moment. They didn’t look back or to either side. The closer they came to the gate, the faster they moved. There were more parolees than there were visitors to pick them up.

 Guards directed those who weren’t being picked up to walk a few blocks into town to await their buses at the station. Ty saw Ryker among those headed to town. He didn’t need to check his father’s picture; he knew him like he knew himself. Ty watched him move, his cautious pace speeding up with each step. The jeans he’d been given would have better fit a shorter, wider man. His black shirt was tucked into his waist and the cuffs were rolled up. It looked too tight in the shoulders and was probably too short in the sleeves. His dad was a tall, lean man.

Ty caught up with him. “Cordell Ryker?”

His dad didn’t break his stride or look over at him. “Who’s asking?” His baritone voice rumbled from his chest like a rockslide.

“I’m Ty Holt.” That did stop him. He turned to face Ty. “Your son.” The other men moved around them on the sidewalk.

Ryker started walking again. “I don’t have a son.”

“Yeah. I didn’t know about you either until a couple of months ago.”

His dad stopped. “Shit.” He turned back around. “I’ll give you thirty seconds to say your piece. I got a bus to catch that I sure as hell don’t wanna miss.”

“Forget the bus. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I got no home, boy.”

“Yes, you do.”

His dad’s eyes narrowed. “How do I even know you’re my son?”

“Guess you haven’t seen a mirror lately.” Ty showed him the photo. “The warden gave me this so I’d know which one you were.” Ty looked up at the sky as he pulled a long draw of air. “We got a few hours’ drive back up to Wyoming. We can catch up on the way.”

Ryker nodded. “Then you should head out. Quit wasting time here.”

“I didn’t get you out to throw you away.”

Ryker’s gaze zeroed in on Ty. “That was you?”

“Yeah.” Ty had worked through a group of attorneys and investigators to secure his dad’s release—he’d kept mention of his name out of the paperwork because he didn’t want his dad to fight him. It had taken several weeks for them to connect all the dots to prove his innocence, but once it was done, Owen had pulled some strings to get his dad’s case shown to a hastily convened hearing. And now, his dad was standing before him, a free man.

“Why’d you do it?” Ryker asked.

Ty considered his words as he stared at his father. How could he give a quick explanation for a situation that was fucked beyond imagining and still volatile?

“I’m cleaning house. The shit that got you thrown in jail is coming to a head. You aren’t safe.”

Ryker nodded once. “Good to know.” He resumed his walk into town.

Ty sighed, then did a jagged hop to catch up with him. It had been a long drive down from Wyoming, and his thigh was tightening up. They moved in step for half a block, then his dad looked over at him, glancing first at his bum leg, then up at his short hair. “What happened?”

“Took some lead in Afghanistan.”

Ryker faced forward without easing his stride. “You still in the service?”

“No. Well, sort of.”

Ryker stopped and looked at him. “Which is it? The military ain’t a mood-driven organization that lets you serve when you feel like it. You’re in or you’re out.”

Ty met his hard look and slowly grinned. “It’s complicated.”

Ryker shook his head and started forward again. Ty began to feel as if he was a drag on the old man’s roll—and his next words confirmed it. “Go home, boy. If I’m in danger, then you are too if you keep hanging around me.”

“I’m not leaving you alone.”

“You may not have noticed, but I’m walking out of Callum a free man. I’ve spent more than three decades in jail for a crime I didn’t commit. I can make my own way. It’s a freedom I’ve earned. And right now, I’m going to get a meal at the diner and wait for my bus. So beat it.”

Ty gritted his teeth and continued down the path heading toward the diner. His dad fell in step with him. Neither spoke, not on the way there, not when they sat down.

The waitress handed them tall, laminated menus with a wide selection of meals, all with kitschy prison-themed titles like “Jailbreak Meatloaf” and “Parolee’s Platter.” The platter was a sampling of six of their most requested foods, including cheeseburger sliders, onion rings, fries, mozzarella sticks, mini chili dogs, and a slice of pizza. All in all, a big old heart attack on a tray.

Ty sent a look around the room, seeing many of the guys his dad had walked out of the prison with. A waitress came over to take their order. She made no eye contact and seemed excessively grouchy. He ordered a cheeseburger with a salad and iced tea. His dad, however, hadn’t progressed far beyond his drink choice.

“I’ll have a Coke,” he requested.

“We got Pepsi products.”

Ryker frowned when she called off the list of drinks in the Pepsi umbrella. Most of them hadn’t existed three decades ago. “Pepsi, then.”

“And what to eat?”

“Um—”

“Want more time?”

Ryker looked up at her, his face tightening at her question as his mind poured her words through a filter Ty could only guess at. “No.” He shook his head, but still didn’t offer a food choice. The waitress hissed a sigh. Maybe the newly released were always like this—confused and tedious.

“He’ll take the Parolee Platter.”

“I’m not a parolee,” he snapped at Ty.

“I never said you were.”

Ryker handed the menu to the waitress. “I’ll have what he’s having.”

After she returned with their drinks, Ty watched his dad take a long sip from the tall plastic cup. He wondered if it was as he remembered.

“You said nothing’s changed, so fill me in, since you’re here and all.”

“I didn’t say nothing’s changed. I said the problem still exists.”

“I’m listening.”

“We’re not going to talk about it here.” He took a sip of his tea as he looked at his dad. Tension had burrowed deep into his face, emphasizing his age lines. “Three decades is a long time. Very little in the real world is as it was when you went in. Cars are different. You’d be hard-pressed to find a pay phone because we’ve all got mobile phones. The internet was virtually unknown back then. Now everyone’s got a laptop and a tablet and smart phones. Anything you want to know is available at your fingertips anytime of the day. The Beta versus VHS wars are over and neither won, ultimately—we can stream all the audio and video content we want. At home or on our phones, anywhere we happen to be. Big Brother from Orwell’s 1984 is here. You can’t go anywhere without being caught on a surveillance camera or your movements tracked through your phone. Women can hold any job they want. The slang is different. Attitudes are different. Hell, even our history is different, as the old white-washing is wearing off.”

“I’ve watched TV. I’ve seen these changes happening.”

“Yeah, watching and experiencing are two different things. It’s going to be overwhelming to you for a while. You need a safe place to lie low until you get your feet under you.”

“Well, boy, I don’t have the benefit of your fine family fortune. If I wanna eat, I gotta work.”

“I can get you a job. Two or three if you’re so inclined. I got a place for you to live. You don’t like it, then in a few months, when I’ve dealt with our enemies, you can move on and make your own way.”

“What makes you think you can take them on? They’ve outlasted your grandpa, outlasted me.”

Ty’s gut tightened at the mention of his grandfather. He knew so little about his mom or her family. And now he wondered if his grandpa had been involved in the rat’s nest he and the team were unraveling.

“I’m not alone. I have a whole team on my side.” He looked his father square in the eyes. “I’ve lost enough. If you owe me anything, you owe me this.”

His dad shook his head. “I’m not going back.”

“Yes, you are. Know why? ’Cause that’s where your family is.”

His face went blank, then white, as intent focus sharpened all the lines on it. He leaned toward Ty. “I thought your mom was dead…”

Ty nodded. “Yeah. Bladen killed her. He damn near killed me. But I’m alive and he’s dead, and you sure fucking do have a home to come back to. Besides, I want you to meet Eden, the woman I’m going to marry.”

Ryker shoved a hand through his shaggy hair. He pinched his eyes closed. “I’m not going back.” He shook his head.

Ty couldn’t blame him. There was a time he’d felt the same way. Now the house felt like a haven, the best place for him to keep his dad safe. “You don’t have to come back to Mom’s house. You can stay next door.”

“Where the Fieldings live?”

“Lived. They’ve passed. Their granddaughter owns the property. It’s empty now.” He hadn’t talked to Mandy about it, but he would when he got back. “Just for a while, until we can figure out what end is up.” Ty contained the emotion of his statement to keep it from sounding like the plea that it was. It wasn’t only for his father’s safety that he was bringing him home.

His dad studied his eyes for a long moment. “All right. We’ll do it your way. For now.”

Their food arrived. Halfway through his burger, Ty noticed his dad’s attention wasn’t on his meal, but on everything around them. People were moving about freely, entering and exiting through the front door and the kitchen door and the bathroom hallway, paying their bills, chatting and laughing. The chaos made Ryker edgy.

His dad was going to have a long road ahead of him on the return to civilian life. 

Monday
Nov172014

The Edge of Courage Audiobook on Sale!

Audible is running a special sale on my first audiobook, The Edge of Courage! It's only $6.95 now thru December 14! Many of you have asked me when the rest of the books in the series will be availabe in audio. I'll be starting that ball rolling this coming January!
 
Wednesday
Oct082014

TWISTED MERCY Now Available!

Max's story is finally here!! I can't believe that all the vendors worked so quickly to make the book available, but it's now in all the major stores!

TWISTED MERCY is on sale for its debut week at $3.99. After October 15, it will go up to its regular price of $4.99.

I hope you find a few hours to set aside for Max and Hope's story. Enjoy!!

Kobo Books:  http://bit.ly/1vN84Ub

NOOK: http://bit.ly/1y6VDpA

iBook: http://bit.ly/1tBg5YB

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1nd25aF

Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/1pQOZeH

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/10QeoQb

Print Version:  http://amzn.to/1pIICdP. If you've joined my mailing list, I've sent out a discount code for you to use at Createspace, the POD service from Amazon, so that you can save a few dollars from the retail price. If you missed the secret discount code, just join my mailing list, then drop me a note to request it!

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Sunday
Oct052014

Coming in 3 Days!


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