Meet Shannon Wallace. She’s having a bad hair day. She’s been fired by her boss, ditched by her boyfriend, and implicated in murder. And that’s only the beginning. The real murderer has something of hers that she wants back. Videos. Sexy videos. But the killer has watched them, and now she’s on his most wanted list.
Shannon is the main character of this series. She’s funny, and fraught with anxiety. A surefire recipe for disaster. I hope you enjoy her tidbit.
Excerpt three: the main character
I wanted to jump out of my skin. I just knew the man with the bushy hair was watching me. And how about that hot guy on aisle five? He certainly let his eyes linger.
Either one of them could be the killer.
I gave up when I pulled a can of chicken noodle soup
off the shelf, and ten more came with it. No sense in being
a nervous wreck in public. I glanced around to see three
small children shopping with their mommies.
I wanted my mommy.
I put on sunglasses before exiting the store. They
were the new style, designed to cut glare in half. I needed
to keep glare down so I could see details. Details would
keep me alive. I refused to be a victim.
I pushed the basket out into the lot looking both
ways to make sure no one waited to gun their car and run me
down. No one did.
Okay, maybe I was being a little paranoid.
I kept my cell handy as I tossed plastic bags of
groceries into my trunk. The first sign of danger and my
finger would press the speed dial button for Sal. I looked
around for my tail. He stood outside his cruiser, talking
to another cop. Changing of the guard.
I slammed the trunk lid and got in, locking my doors
immediately behind me. My heart beat so fast, my breath
came in gasps.
Scared? Who me?
Maybe a little, I admitted, but being stalked by a
deranged murderer was a new experience for me. The closest
I had ever come was when the Turner twins wanted to give me
a swirly in the girl’s toilet when I helped us lose the
basketball game my junior year of high school.