From Here To Nashville – Julie Stock

Happy book birthday to Julie Stock and From Here to Nashville. As part of the birthday celebrations, I am sharing an extract from the book with you all. Many thanks to Julie for allowing me to share the extract, and to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me to be a part of the festivities.


Two worlds, 4,000 miles apart. Is their love strong enough to keep them together?

Rachel Hardy dreams of being a successful country music singer in Nashville’s Music City, four thousand miles away from her lonely life in Dorset. When Jackson Phillips, an independent record label owner, encourages her band to audition for a nationwide ‘Open Mic’ competition, she decides they have nothing to lose.

But when she starts to fall in love with Jackson, the stakes suddenly get higher and she finds herself with a great big dilemma on her hands. Should she abandon her dream and take the easy way out or should she leave the life she has always known behind and take a gamble on a man who has personal demons of his own?

Follow Rachel and Jackson as they learn to trust in love again to see whether their music really can unite them.


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This extract is from the beginning of the second chapter and introduces the idea that Sam is not quite so pleased about Jackson’s arrival on the scene.

After some breakfast the next morning, I called Sam to talk over last night’s concert, still buzzing with excitement from all that had happened.

‘Hello, Rach, how are you feeling today?’ his gravelly voice resonated down the line.

‘I still can’t get over how brilliantly it went for us last night, can you?’

‘No, better than we could have expected really, given that we’re still quite unknown.’ He fell silent at the other end of the phone, making me wonder what he was really feeling. He didn’t seem his usual laid-back self.

‘Hey, Sam, is everything all right? You seemed a bit upset with me at the end of the gig last night and I didn’t know why.’

There was an awkward pause while I waited for his reply.

‘I’m feeling a bit tired, that’s all and I’ve got a sanding job to finish today as well. I’ll be fine later on, I’m sure. Do you want to meet up for a drink tonight as usual?’

‘Yes, I’d like that, shall we say six o’clock?’ I was sure he was bluffing but I didn’t want to push him over the phone.

‘See you then, bye.’ He rang off quickly as though he couldn’t wait to get away.

I remembered the strange look I’d seen on Sam’s face last night when Jackson had offered to walk me home and a seed of doubt began to niggle away in the back of my mind.


From Here - JSAuthorPhotoJulie Stock writes contemporary feel-good romance from around the world: novels, novellas and short stories. She published her debut novel, From Here to Nashville, in February 2015 and her second novel, The Vineyard in Alsace in March 2017. Over You (Sam’s Story) and Finding You (Jenna’s Story), her follow-up novellas to From Here to Nashville were published in 2018, making the From Here to You series complete. She has also published a boxed set of the From Here to You trilogy of books.

The Bistro by Watersmeet Bridge was published in August 2019, followed by Bittersweet, a collection of 12 Short Stories for Modern Life in September 2019.

Julie is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and The Society of Authors.

Julie is married and lives with her family in Bedfordshire in the UK.







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The Single Best Thing – Elaine Spires

Happy publication day to Elaine Spires! The Single Best Thing, the final book in the Singles’ series is released today. I have the honour of being able to share an extract from the book with you all today. Many thanks to Elaine for allowing me to share this, and to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me to be a part of today’s festivities.


Almost four years have passed since Melv followed Eve back to England refusing to throw away their long awaited chance of lasting love and happiness. Much has happened in that time. No longer a tour manager for Travel Together, Eve is enjoying unexpected success in her new career. Has she forgiven him for hurting her so deeply? Was her love for him simply enough? And what about her own dark secret?

Provoking smiles and tears this glimpse into Eve’s future brings the Singles’ Series to its final conclusion


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The Single Best Thing is set in 2023, four years into the future from the end of Singles, Set and Match (the fifth book in the Singles’ Series) and tells the story of what finally happened to Eve and Melv.  This extract is when their paths have crossed in Florida and Eve has reluctantly agreed to a family day out in Walt Disney World to celebrate their grandson’s second birthday:

“Well these Disney people sure know how to party,’ Melv said as he filmed the children who were surrounded by a whole bunch of characters and waiting staff singing “Happy Birthday”.  ‘That cake’s big enough to feed a hundred.’

‘It’s been a magical day.  It’s a magical place,’ Eve agreed.

‘You never came here in all your travels?’

‘Never.  It’s not the sort of place Travel Together clients would want to come.’

‘Their loss.  I’m loving it.’

‘Me, too!’  Eve giggled.

Juliet wrestled the twins back into the buggy and the group moved on.  It was a few moments before they realised that Melv’s arm was around Eve’s shoulder.  They pretended they hadn’t noticed. Eve had noticed, of course.  She couldn’t deny the jolt of electricity that shot through her body at his touch, or the way her heart was pounding by the nearness of him.

‘Hey, come on!’

Melv grabbed Eve’s hand and pulled her into the short queue for the Mad Tea Cup Ride.  They clambered into a purple tea cup and for a few minutes lost themselves in the Disney magic, shrieking and laughing as they spun round and round.

‘That was fun,’ she announced, clutching onto him as she waited for the world to stop spinning. 

He placed his hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

‘Nothing beats acting like a kid again,’ he said.

And she realised just how much she had missed him.


The Single Best Thing Author PhotoElaine Spires is a novelist, playwright, screenwriter and actress. Extensive travelling and a background in education and tourism perfected Elaine’s keen eye for the quirky characteristics of people, captivating the humorous observations she now affectionately shares with the readers of her novels. Elaine has written two books of short stories, two novellas and seven novels, four of which form the Singles Series – Singles’ Holiday, Singles and Spice, Single All The Way and Singles At Sea.  Her latest book, Singles, Set and Match is the fifth and final book in the series.  Her play Stanley Grimshaw Has Left The Building is being staged at the Bridewell Theatre, London in May 2019.  Her short film Only the Lonely, co-written with Veronique Christie and featuring Anna Calder Marshall is currently being in shown in film festivals worldwide and she is currently working on a full length feature film script. Only the Lonely won the Groucho Club Short Film Festival 2019!  Elaine recently returned to UK after living in Antigua W.I. She lives in East London.






A Shape on the Air – Julia Ibbotson

Today I am joining the blog tour for Julia Ibbotson’s latest novel, A Shape on the Air, and I have the privilege of sharing an extract from the book with you. Many thanks to Julia for allowing me to share this, and to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me to be a part of the tour.


Unlocking a love that lasts for lifetimes – and beyond! When Dr Viv DuLac, a medievalist, slips into 499 AD and into the body of Lady Vivianne, little does she realise that both their lives across the centuries will become intertwined as they fight for their dreams … and their lives. How can the key which Viv bring back with her to the present unlock the love they both crave, and help them through the dangers they both face? And how can they help each other across the centuries, without changing the course of history?


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A Shape on the Air is the story of two women 1500 years apart. Can they help each other to achieve their greatest desire? And what if the world they want is not the one that’s best for them?  University lecturer in medieval studies, Dr Viv DuLac, is devastated when her partner walks out and threatens her home.  About to lose everything, drunk and desperate, her world quite literally turns upside down as she finds herself in the body of the fifth century Lady Vivianne, who is struggling with the shifting values of the Dark Ages and her forced betrothal to  the brutish Sir Pelleas. He is implicated in the death of her parents. Haunted by both Lady Vivianne and by Viv’s own parents’ death and legacy, can Viv  unravel the web of mystery that surrounds and connects their two lives, and bring peace to them both? A haunting story of lives intertwining across the ages, of the triumph of the human spirit and of dreams lost and found.

This extract from A Shape on the Air is from the second chapter, when Dr Viv DuLac, devastated by her partner’s betrayal, has fallen into the dark Cooney’s mere at midnight and finds herself in a different time …

A deep male voice came faintly from far away and slowly entered her consciousness.

“Lady Vivianne!”

Viv felt a strong arm grip her waist and then she was floating, being drawn gently through the water. She gasped for breath as she rose, and her mouth filled with balmy air, sweet and fragrant. Oddly, it was light, and the sun was just starting to sink into dusk.

“What …? In heaven’s name …?” Viv spluttered, as the man lifted her up and over his broad shoulder and, splashing through the shallows, carried her to the bank. The world swirled around her and she found it hard to focus. She tried to draw in her breath but her chest felt too tight. She was trapped against him. Her body felt strange, her dripping sleeves seemed wider than they should be, her jeans somehow flapping against her legs. She was soaked through but yet the mere seemed to be calling her back again. She tried to twist round to it but the man only held her tighter. She grabbed hard at his shoulder and a piece of wet cloth tore away in her hand. It felt strange, not a fabric she was familiar with, thick and closely woven, but not rough.

He lowered her to her feet and grinned down at her. His eyes were dark like smoke, skin olive and exotic, and he ruffled his long dark curly hair to flick away the water that soaked it. She stared at his large wide mouth and the dark shadow that swept his chin and upper lip. His smile was intimate, as if they shared a secret. For a moment, Viv felt her brain somersault. Her mind was drifting in and out of consciousness.

She was aware of movement around her and she tore her eyes away from him. There were people, men, their figures moving out of focus behind him, their voices echoing as if from far away. There were trees that she didn’t remember being around the mere. It seemed wilder than it should have been. Yet everything within a few feet of her was exceptionally bright and clear, the light picking out all detail: the veins on the leaves, the knobbles and crevices of the tree bark starkly sharpened in high relief. Beyond that, all she saw was misty and swirling.

As she clenched her hands into fists she realised that she still held the torn fragment of cloth, and made to thrust it into the pocket of her jeans. The pocket was no longer there. She looked down and saw that she wore a long skirt, the dark wet fabric clinging to her legs. Good god, what was happening?

Viv looked back at the tall figure before her. He was dressed in some kind of loose cream tunic, dripping with lake water, with a brown leather belt that was finely tooled in gold, and as she stared he pulled on his boots that he had left at the water’s edge.

She looked wildly around her. The other men were dressed likewise in tunics, though not so fine. There were horses higher up on the bank-top; she could hear their loud snorting and feel the juddering of the earth as they stamped their hooves. What was this? What was going on? Her brain didn’t seem to be working properly; she felt confused, dull-witted. The sun was sinking behind the trees, leaving a trail of bloody streaks, red and orange, in the sky. Yet she had stumbled into the lake in the dark. She remembered staggering, a hand on her back, clutching for the branches to halt her fall into the water, floundering, or being pushed? Her clothes … her peculiar-feeling body … these people.

Her hand found a pouch hanging from her waist within the folds of her soaking skirt and she thrust the fabric into it, hiding it, though she had no idea why she needed to.

“Sir Roland,” murmured one of the men, holding out to the dark-eyed man a large, heavily embroidered crimson cloak which her rescuer swept around his shoulders and pinned with a huge gold brooch, covering the torn seam. As he did so, he glanced at Viv and smiled intimately again, his glance insolently drifting down to the clinging folds of her skirt and the pouch where the fragment of cloth nestled. His eyes found hers. Embarrassed, she turned away.

“My thanks, Arfon,” he said to his helper. “And now we must bring Lady Vivianne back to the mead hall with all haste.” He grinned at her. “She may need to change her gown first, though; it is not fit for public view.”

 Viv felt a shudder rise up through her spine.


A Shape author photo image 3Acclaimed, award-winning author Julia Ibbotson is fascinated by the medieval world and concepts of time travel. She read English at Keele University, England (after a turbulent but exciting gap year in Ghana, West Africa) specialising in medieval language, literature and history, and has a PhD in socio-linguistics. She wrote her first novel at 10 years of age, but became a school teacher, then an academic as a senior university lecturer and researcher. As well as medieval time-slip, she has published a number of books, including memoir/history of food (The Old Rectory), children’s medieval fantasy (S.C.A.R.S), a trilogy opening in 1960s Ghana (Drumbeats), and many academic works. Apart from insatiable reading, she loves travelling the world, singing in choirs, swimming, yoga and walking in the countryside in England and Madeira where she and her husband divide their time.







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His Wife’s Secret – Susan Willis

I am hopping on board the blog tour for His Wife’s Secret by Susan Willis today, and I have the honour of being able to share a snippet from the book with you all. Many thanks to Susan for allowing me to do this, and to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me to take part in the tour. Before we get to the extract though, here are all the details about the book itself.


When David meets old school-friend, Erin again he falls head over heels in love. He leaves his wife and their sixteen-year-old daughter to marry Erin. But, in a small village people have long memories and they move south for a fresh beginning. Erin’s behaviour starts to change in a very strange way and David wonders if she is punishing him for something he’s done?


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We hear about domestic violence from a man to a woman regularly in the news but from a woman to a man is rare. However, in my book this does happen. When David meets old school-friend, Erin again he falls head over heels in love. He leaves his wife and their sixteen-year-old daughter to marry Erin. But, in a small village people have long memories and they move south for a fresh beginning.

David is just a typical guy and for two years is deliriously happy until the move down to London. This is when everything changes, and his wife begins to act out of character in a strange way. Unbeknown to him, it was whilst packing to move that Erin finds her mother’s diary in an old trunk. What is written in the diary to make her lash out at her husband? David wonders if she is punishing him for something he’s done?

An extract from Erin:

Yesterday, when I saw the thin blue line on the testing kit and realised, I was pregnant I bordered on the edge of hysteria. My overwhelming feelings had been of horror at the thought of an alien invader inside my body. I’d left the chemist with the small paper bag in my trembling hand. My walk home had been slow and deliberate. I’d dreaded the outcome with every step I’d taken.  

When I’d done the test and stared at the blue line my mind went into some type of melt-down. I’d shaken my head and looked once, twice, and three times more but still couldn’t believe the line was blue. I’d left the stick lying on the top of the toilet cistern and scattered from room to room. I made coffee that I didn’t drink and then hurried into my art room where I’d paced around and around my easel like a panther stalking its prey. 

‘Noooo,’ I screamed aloud then ran back into the bathroom to take another look. There it was like my sky-blue paint in the palette. I’d sank to my knees on the bathroom floor and howled in terror.


His Wife - author shot 1a first SMALL SIZESusan Willis is a published author of four novels and five novellas. She lives in Co-Durham surrounded by a big family and dear friends. Susan works as a food technologist developing new recipes and weaves the different aspects of her job into stories.

Her last two novels are psychological suspense. Readers who have left reviews on amazon love the books because they are realistic with everyday people in situations that can happen.

She has a collection of Fun-Size Tales of Love & Family which are available in Ebook and paperback.

Susan is now writing Cozy Crime Short Reads and incorporating up to date issues of poor mental health in a kidnap scene, the perils of social media, and an intruder on Skype. Nest year she hopes to publish these stories into a collection.





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The Cure – Patricia Ann Bowen

I am joining the blog tour for The Cure by Patricia Ann Bowen today, and am privileged to be able to share an extract from the book with you. Read on for a sneak peek!



A stranger from the future comes to Paige’s cabin in rural Georgia with a treatment for her early onset Alzheimer’s disease. He bargains with the skeptical patient to give her The Cure if she’ll conduct a longitudinal study for him, proving his drug’s efficacy to a future world full of clients that need it. Faced with her dire diagnosis, he might be her only hope. She grapples with the side effects of his offer and learns to suppress her own dangerous truth: trust no one.

Seldom lucky in love, Paige finds herself competing with her best friend for his attention, knowing there can be no good end for their stolen moments of passion. Can she stay under the radar of the medical and legal communities to carry out his requests? And how will their complicated pasts bring them together physically, emotionally and professionally in a successful, if unethical, partnership?

Many lives will be changed, but at what cost… and to whom?



The following is part of the opening prelude to The Cure. It provides backstory on Paige, the story’s protagonist, and gives insights into her tendency to isolate herself both physically and emotionally.

Time Heals Only So Much

Normandy, France

Twenty-some years ago

Paige wrapped sweet little Rose in her favorite yellow blanket and slid her lifeless body into the oversized backpack. She put on her hiking boots, carefully donned the backpack, closed the door of her apartment behind her, and walked smoothly down the two flights of stairs so as not to jostle her precious cargo. It was only a thousand meters to the woods, a little over half a mile, and few people were out and about in the town this time of day.

Rose’s weight was light on her back, just as she’d been light in her arms, suckling from her breasts. Paige entered the sparse woods, not at all like the dense pines she was used to hiking through in north Georgia. The soil here was loose and sandy. That was good. Rose’s grave would be easy to dig.

Most villages around the World War II battle sites of Normandy had escaped the recent creep of urbanization in northern France. The face of the region was farming and tourism, and maintaining a rural look fed that image to outsiders. Paige had come here to first escape from family scrutiny and medical school pressure at home, and then the gruff bustle of Paris, just one hundred fifty miles away, with no plan but to live her life with the new life inside her. She’d decided it was nobody’s business but her own.

Her pregnancy had been easy, interesting. It was one thing to study it as a med student, another to plot the growth of the child forming in her tummy from zygote to embryo to fetus. She knew from the first day she found out she was pregnant that the baby growing inside her must be a girl. She didn’t know which man in her classes was the father. There were several possibles, students and professors, and she wasn’t sure she remembered them all. She didn’t care. This baby would be hers alone.

She walked a far distance from the gravel road until she found the small clearing. There were some olive trees, one especially twisted, easy to claim as a marker among all the others. She drew her baby from the backpack and laid her on the ground beside it. Next she took out the trowel and put it on the ground next to her child.

Rose’s life had been short, only a year. Something came in the night and took her away before she said her first word, took her first steps. But her life gave meaning to Paige’s in the slice of time she’d known her, needed her. She was just becoming a real little person….

Paige knelt down on the leafy floor, covering Rose’s body with her own. This would be the last time she’d be able to share her body’s warmth with her girl. Then she touched her tiny hands. Kissed her cold cheeks. Wrapped one of her dark curls around her finger, careful not to let her own tears fall on the beautiful little face.

Her thoughts were racing toward what special thing to do next. She had no belief in prayer. It was a waste of time, exploited action in exchange for false hope. But what could she do to commemorate the moment? She wasn’t religious, but she did find solace in rituals. Her French grandmother and then her dad used to sing Frere Jacques to her when she herself was a little girl. She began to hum the tune while she cradled Rose. The words came back to her, and then more tears poured out of her swollen eyes. She’d never again see her baby’s long lashes flutter, overcome with sleep and song.

It took her a couple of hours to dig a small deep grave in the sandy soil beside the twisted olive tree. She didn’t want to hurry what came next. She kept looking back over her shoulder at the still, soundless, blanket-covered baby. A light mist was beginning to fall, and she didn’t want Rose to get wet. She wiped her hands on her jeans, wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands and lifted her daughter into her arms one last time.

“Au revoir, ma cherie, my sweet little Rose. I love you with all my heart and I will miss you every day of my life.” After one last kiss on her forehead, one on her nose, one on each cheek, she wrapped her daughter in the soft yellow coverlet she’d made for her, placed her in the tiny grave and covered her with earth and finally a thick, warm blanket of leaves.

Paige started to leave and then remembered the backpack. She returned to the grave and picked it up, empty now, like her. She took one last look at the olive tree to imprint the site indelibly in her mind. She didn’t know if she’d ever return, but just in case….

She walked back to her apartment, really just a large room with all she’d needed for the past year and a half. She made up the foldout bed she and Rose had slept in together until two days ago, brewed a cup of tea and sat in the rocking chair until she noticed it had become dark. She couldn’t stay there another night. She just couldn’t. She filled her suitcase with essentials and left everything else behind. Her rent was paid through the end of the month and she had more than enough cash and credit to get her back to the States. There was one last train passing through the village to Paris that evening, and she boarded it with moments to spare.


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The Cure - PAB photoPatricia Bowen writes novels, novellas and short stories, mostly about women with complicated lives. She’s been a copywriter, business owner, coach, marketing manager, and held corporate jobs in international business. She pens gardening articles for her local newspaper, and grants to support her local library. Her recent writing has appeared in the Table for Two anthology, The Sun magazine, and earned honourable mention in several contests. The Cure is her first full published work of fiction.





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Captive – Madeline Dyer

Some (hopefully all) of you will have seen my review of Captive, a collection of poetry by Madeline Dyer, a few days ago, and will know how moved I was by the poems. If you missed it, you can find all the details here. Today, I am honoured to be joining the blog tour for the book, and to have the privilege of sharing one of Madeline’s poems with you.

Drowning and Melting

My feet are cold candles on the beach,
and my eyes are teapots,
and I see things I shouldn’t see,
because my vision is twice and nothing is right
when the monster dances in my brain.

And why won’t the doctors extinguish
the fire that burns my veins until the tubes wilt?
Because now I am drowning and melting
as I dance between worlds waving my flags,
trying to be noticed among all the crying girls.



The Bus Ride – Joanie Chevalier

For my second blog tour of the day, I am delighted to be able to share an extract from Joanie Chevalier’s travel adventure, The Bus Ride, with you all. Many thanks to Joanie, and to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources, for inviting me to take part in this tour.


When Devon discovers his car stolen, he must find transportation to get to his destination before the deadline to get what’s rightfully his: the urn containing one-fifth of his deceased momma. He hops on Bus No. 255 and changes the course of the route. As the passengers’ personalities and needs emerge, they go from being strangers to a bonded family within hours as they fight for each other, and themselves… in more ways than one. Funny and sentimental, this story will grab your heart as you cheer everyone on Bus Route No. 255, maybe even the busnapper.

Meet the passengers on Bus No. 255, an unlikely group of people who have no choice but to try to get along and survive when their bus gets busnapped. Meet Devon, who has a deadline he must meet, or risk losing what’s his; Doug, a dreamer of a better life, but first must face a sad truth; Frankie, a life full of loneliness, but unexpectedly becomes a hero; Gloria, a woman who finds validation in the most unexpected place; Autumn, a girl who desires a family, and a sense of belonging; Dave, a man seeking justice and equality, learns to love himself as he is; and the Garcia family, whose family ties brings them to the brink of danger. Follow these passengers as they each fulfill their destinies, together.


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After being busnapped and everyone receiving a nickname from Devon, the busnapper, they get a chance to band together to save their fellow passengers, the Garcia Family, from their niece’s abusive husband. This is what happens next.

Doug swore as he reached under the dash and took a gun out of a holster hidden there.

A kid desperate to get his deceased mother’s urn didn’t call for a firearm, Doug reasoned. Plus, he got a long nap out of the deal, he couldn’t deny that. But no one harms a woman on his watch. No one.

“Everyone stay here!” Doug demanded as he jumped down onto the ground. He ducked behind the bus and crouched, holding his gun, steadying his shaking hand with his other one. He remembered this morning—it seemed like days ago now—when he had to reach towards MuffinTopMomma’s top to retrieve her cell phone. His hands were shaking just as much. Oh, how he wished he were reaching for a cell phone now instead of chasing a mad man.

The jeep jolted forward, burning rubber, and blocked Sofie and Mamacita against the brick face of the building. The passenger jumped out, and after stuffing his gun into his belt, grabbed both women. With the women struggling, he led them into the store.

Doug ran to the side of the building and stopped to catch his breath. He glanced around to watch LonelyBoy crab-walking to the back of the jeep. A knife glinted in the sunlight, and within a few seconds, he had slashed the tires.

Then he saw MuffinTopMomma zapping the unsuspecting driver with her taser. So much for everyone staying on the bus, Doug thought. His brow furrowed. How will a bunch of amateurs nab a madman with a mission and a gun? Then his shoulders went back and he straightened. We did this once, we can do it again!

Hearing screams inside the store, Doug sidled up to the side of the front door and peered in. The madman held onto Maria’s arm and was pointing the gun at a man behind the register. Mamacita was cowering near his feet, crying.

There were footsteps behind him, and he spun around.

“We have a plan, boss,” Devon whispered.

“Didn’t I tell you all to stay in the bus?” Doug whispered back, sighing.

“Listen, bro. We put together a quick plan. When you hear a crash from the back of the store, I’ll run in and get the girl.”

“What crash? What are you talking about?”

Glass shattered. A brick fell through the now open window at the back door and then a skateboard came flying through.

“What the—?” Doug began.

The skateboard hit its target. The madman fell, groaning and holding his head.

Devon ran in and grabbed the girl, dragging her through the front door.

ToughGirl ran in from the back, throwing anything she could get her hands on at the downed and groaning passenger as she moved forward: chips, water bottles, cigarette cartons, magazines, bags of ice. It was the box of firewood that knocked him out. He was now unconscious and buried in groceries.


The Bus Ride - Profile PhotoJoanie Chevalier is a multi-genre Indie Author; Founder & Editor of RAC Online Magazine: Promoting and Encouraging the Reader/Author Connection; and Founder of Our Indie Author Room FB Group, a place where writers in all stages of their career go to learn, inspire, and teach.

Joanie loves the outdoors and nature, reading and supporting fellow indie authors. Her writing is a blend of everything she likes to read: suspense, horror, crime, psychological, non-fiction, and a good short story. She thinks her two Chihuahuas look adorable in sweaters.





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