Hi Everyone,

I thought I'd entice you to invite your friends to read another excerpt from my novel. It's one of my favorite chapters, though I've left out a few key items so I don't ruin the surprise of the chapter for you. They tell me that the last week of the campaign is one of the best, but I'm getting nervous! I'm leaving up the two 3 day bonuses for the rest of the campaign so you can get early start on your holiday gift list!

In case you didn't find them the first time around, you can read 2 more chapters under the sample tab: https://publishizer.com/a-knoc...

You can also find a blurb you can cut and past to email your besties about my book in the previous updates on the site!

Hope you enjoy the sneak peak!

His decision to come back here had been a good one after all. He would wait for as long as he needed to. Patience was truly the only virtue he possessed. The footprints were fresh, and he hadn’t seen any leading back toward the direction they had come from. She must still be in the house. You won’t outsmart me again, bitch.

Ten minutes later, he saw a faint shadow moving quickly across the backyard toward the alley. There you are. He started the car and drove to the opening of the alley on the next block. He paused, looking to his right. Yes! He saw her continuing to run down the dark alley. He had to make a quick decision and commit to the direction he thought she would continue on. If he was wrong, he’d loose her again. He bet she’d take advantage of the darkness of the alley she was in for as long as she could. As he didn’t know where she was going, he just hoped she didn’t turn off before he had his chance. 

He sped forward another three blocks on a parallel street to get ahead of her and turned the corner. Lights off, he crept forward, nearly to the alley, using the building on his right as a shield. He rolled down both front windows and waited. He hoped his instincts were right.

The hum of the engine purred softly. He was glad to have stolen a foreign car. They idled much quieter than the American models. He could feel his excitement building. He shifted slightly in his seat, adjusting the tightness of the pants between his legs.

The sound of running footsteps crunching in the snow were only audible if you were listening for them. If you knew they were coming. 

He slipped the car out of park and poised his right foot over the accelerator, his left foot still on the brake.

            Closer.
            Patience. 

He anticipated her stride and her speed. The crunching of the snow beneath her feet grew louder. Like a climax.

He jammed the gas pedal to the floor, his tires getting enough traction to lurch the car forward into her unsuspecting body but not too far to hit the building behind her. The body flew through the air before thudding to the ground twenty feet in front of him. 

He waited. Low beams on now. 

No movement. 

The white snow turned crimson in the glow from the head lights. 

He clicked off his headlamps and turned the corner, accelerating quickly again. Take that bitch! No one makes a fool out of me and lives to talk about it. Fully erect, he flipped open his cell phone to call in the news.