Adventures in Writing a Novel

Teaser ~ A Road Paved in Copper #historicalromance #romance #amreading

There is less than a week to go before the release of A Road Paved in Copper! I thought I’d share one last teaser with you all before the big day!

Don’t forget to RSVP and join me for the online release party on FACEBOOK. I’ve got the whole day outlined with food, fun, games, and of course, free stuff! Up for grabs is two $15 gift cards to Amazon, plus a slew of free books and other gift cards. I hope to see you all there!!

Now, on to the teaser!

“So you’re taking the cash instead of having it wired, are you now? Don’t you usually do that when you’re gonna travel to San Francisco?” Billy Jack sauntered around behind me. His hot breath whispered across the back of my neck as he leaned in to emphasize his words.

“If you spend half the time and effort on mining your own claim as you did spying on my, you’d probably have some wealth of your own.” I spun on my heel and leaned against the edge of the desk, folding my arms across my chest. Amusement tickled through my skin. “Of course, that would require the hard work of a man instead of a thief and spineless lackey to Walter McCoy.”

Anger flared fire hot in Billy Jack’s eyes. The once brown color turned black and hollow, like that of the opening of a mineshaft deep under the earth. He spat chewing tobacco on the floor, nearly hitting the toe of my book.

“I ain’t no lackey.”

“I suppose you can keep telling yourself that. Although, I have to warn you, your denial doesn’t negate its validity.”

His brow furrowed and his head jerked. “What did you call me?”

“You know, you really ought to read more often. Your lack of articulacy makes it far too easy for another to criticize you.”

As Billy Jack squared his shoulders and opened his mouth to rebuttal my insult, Mr. Benson ambled through the back door, carrying a couple of stacks of banded paper money.

“Here you are, Miss De La Vega.”

Flipping through the bills, I counted every one of them then tucked my fortune into my brassier. “Thank you.”

I spun around and strode for the door.

“That’s quite the expensive undergarment you have, Ava.” Billy Jack called after me with a slight chuckle in his breath. “Better hope you don’t go losing it somewhere between here and your homestead.”

“In order to lose it, I’d have to take it off.” I opened the door, my body turned sideways as I glanced at him. “And that’s, certainly, not going to happen . . . at least not with you.”

“Well then you better hope no one takes it without your permission.”

I swiped my jacket open, exposing my holstered pistol. “You’re right, I hope they don’t. As I’ve said before, I hate wasting bullets and I hate having to bury bodies.”

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