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Excerpt - un-edited - please forgive any errors
Death was such a nasty thing.
Especially if it's yours.
It was uncomfortably apparent that she was going to die tonight as her heart pounded out a Salsa beat against her ribs. She wanted to be calm, die a death worthy of the Soulless Seven, but she had to admit that she was afraid and pissed. She always knew she'd die, just not so soon. She had some unfinished business, several more asses to kick.
"Do you know what this is sugar?" Her assassin with the fake Eastern European accent held up a nail gun and a compressed air tank. Of course, she knew what it was, and what kind of an assassin lugged around an air tank.
"Office stapler," she said her voice not as steady as she wanted it to be.
Her assassin laughed, "Something like that. You're almost too pretty to kill, but I'll tell you what? You tell me everything I want to know, and I'll kill you quick."
Raven Payne didn't believe him. The scruffy old man with his too long graying hair was going to enjoy killing her slowly and that was a problem, she didn't do slow.
Taming Raven was the grand-prize winner in the Guide to Literary Agents 'Dear Lucky Agent' contest judged buy Joanna Stampfel-Volpe with Nancy Coffey Literary. Click here.
Taming Raven is a finalist in the Utah Romance Writers Great Beginnings Contest.
