Good morning, everyone! Happy July 5th. For those in the U.S., I hope you (and your pets) survived the holiday and all the associated fireworks.
On this first Thursday in July, I’m happy to announce that my publisher Thunder Valley Press is participating in a month-long promotion over at Smashwords. What does that mean for my readers? Half-price novels and story collections!
To celebrate, this week’s free fiction Thursday story is from my brand new collection IT’S A CRIME. “Thief” marks the first appearance of private detective Abby Maxon back when she was still Abby Preston, college student. If you enjoy “Thief,” you might also enjoy my novel PRETTY LITTLE HORSES, the first in my Abby Maxon Mystery series.
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The Frisbee missed the top of Abby Preston’s head by a mere inch, if that. She ducked, even though by the time her head moved, the Frisbee was already skimming the green grass of the quad behind where she sat trying to concentrate on her Sociology 101 assignment.
“Hey!” She looked up at Ryan in mock annoyance. “Watch where you’re throwing that thing.”
Ryan leaned down and kissed the top of Abby’s head. “That’s not what you said last night,” he murmured just loud enough for her to hear.
Abby felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She’d only been dating Ryan for a month and sleeping with him for two weeks, and she wasn’t quite comfortable yet with the newness of their relationship. College life was tough enough without complicating it by throwing a boyfriend into the mix. Then, of course, there was the whole “don’t worry, dear, you’ll find someone to settle down with in college” thing from her mother. That, more than anything else, was why she’d resisted Ryan Maxon’s attempts to flirt with her for as long as she had. The last thing Abby wanted to do was fulfill her mother’s expectations.
“Are you going to make out with your girlfriend or play Frisbee?”
The question came from Jimmy Fisher, Ryan’s best friend. Abby’s cheeks grew warmer. That was another thing. Dating Ryan didn’t mean just hanging out with Ryan. It meant tagging along with Ryan and Jimmy while they did their ex-high school jock thing. In their case, it meant watching them try to beat each other at whatever sport happened to catch their fancy. Today it was tossing a Frisbee around the University of Nevada – Reno quad. The afternoon before, it had been killer tennis on the university courts. The day before that, touch football with some guys from one of the frats.
“Both, of course,” Ryan said.
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