A Mighty Good Man
by
Rebecca E. Neely
‘Hank’
Jerry…Her personal and professional life on the skids, a family emergency
forces her to return to the small town, and the aunt, she left behind.
Jack
‘Gent’ Darcy…Fresh out of prison, he’s bent on cutting ties with the Creds, but
when you're a war counselor in a national gang, they don't let you just walk
away.
Injured
and on the run, Jack lands on Hank's doorstep, and makes her a proposition she
can’t refuse: write his story about life inside one of the most powerful gangs
in the country. It’s simple – she’ll get her career groove back, and he’ll bury
the gang, then disappear – his version of freedom.
Only
problem is, they can’t help falling for each other, and they’ve both got something
to hide that could blow up in their faces. With time running out and gang
enforcers closing in, will the trust they’ve forged survive the ultimate test?
Excerpt
Two:
Well, he’d wanted hidden, and now he was hidden. Her Aunt
Henry would’ve done the same, she knew. Certainly the roundup of misfits who’d
odd-jobbed their way through here over the years bore testament to that. If he
needed a doctor, she’d see to it. But the police, and whoever was after him?
That was his concern, not hers. Hank wanted no part of it.
He could just park it in the cooler for a few minutes, stay
out of sight while the help clocked in, and be on his merry way. She’d make
sure of it.
Fists pounded on the door she’d just locked. She jerked to
attention, pushing off the cooler. “Pretty sure that ain’t a Jehovah’s
Witness,” she muttered. Shit! This wasn’t part of the deal. Now what?
The pounding continued. Whoever was on the other side wasn’t
going away. If she didn’t answer the door it would only make things worse, most
likely for her and ‘Cooler Man.’ Hank forced her feet to move. Act calm. Think
calm.
Just in case that didn’t work, she unearthed the Smith &
Wesson .32 revolver her aunt kept stashed in one of the utensil drawers, and
shoved it in her pants pocket.
Adrenaline and fear pulsed through her, propelling her
forward. One foot in front of the other. No big deal. She’d answer the door,
see about the fist pounder and then he or she, or they, would leave. Or she
could get shot. Yeah, right. No big deal.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Rebecca E. Neely was born and raised in a small town in western
Pennsylvania. Her father, an English teacher and a writer, instilled in her a
love of words, and literature, especially short stories, at a young age. Her
mother, a voracious reader, gave her Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild as
a Christmas gift when she was nine, and Rebecca’s been hooked on reading
stories of all stripes ever since.
Rebecca enjoys finding, and reading new authors via her Kindle.
Live music inspires her, as do the family and friends she’s blessed to have in
her life.
In a former life, she earned a B.S. in Accounting, and worked in
that field for about a decade. Since 2001, Rebecca has freelanced, writing a
wide variety of copy for local magazines, and businesses all over the country.
She is a PRO member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), the Western
Pennsylvania Romance Writers (WPRW), and is honored to serve as a judge for
several writing contests each year.
Rebecca E. Neely will be awarding $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn host.
Find the tour dates HERE.
Good morning, and thank you for hosting me today at your blog!
ReplyDeleteMy romantic suspense novel takes place in a small town in Western Pennsylvania, Fiddler's Elbow, which I lovingly refer to in the book as a 'throwback hunky milltown." A lot of the action takes lace in a cool, retro diner. Until I was about sixteen, I worked in my family's restaurant business, a small Mom and Pop joint. Any small town folks, or diner fans out there? I look forward to hearing from you!
Sincerely,
Rebecca
Thank you so much for stopping by! I have the book on my wishlist. :)
DeleteHi! Thanks for visiting today! I hope you enjoy 'Hank' & Jack's story! :)
DeleteI hope one of your interviews will tell about the town name "Fiddler's Elbow"! I picture a fiddle player with his bow raised?? :-) --katie o'boyle
ReplyDeleteHi Kate-Good morning, and thanks for stopping by! On the outskirts of this fictional town, there's a road with lots of hairpin twists and turns, just like - you got it! a fiddler's elbow might look like when playing a jig! Thanks for asking!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed learning about the book and reading the excerpt! Thanks for the giveaway!
ReplyDeleteHi Judy-
ReplyDeleteGood morning! Thank you so much for stopping by, and for reading the excerpt! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Best of luck to you on the giveaway! :)
Sincerely,
Rebecca
Hi Patrick-Thanks for visiting today! I appreciate it. Glad you enjoyed finding more out about the book!
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
Rebecca
Love the cover and the excerpt.
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