For something different from my usual blog posts on this special day, I am going to give you a sneak peek at one chapter from FOOTPRINTS IN THE FROST. This is Chapter 13 and lets you spend one New Year’s Eve with Detective Max Richards and his girlfriend, Sami Murphy, in the city where they live. Here ’tis:
The detectives always held their own New Year’s Eve party at a private club just outside the city limits. Max looked handsome in his sport coat and slacks when he picked Sami up that evening. Sami was stunning in her simple, short red dress and red silk high heeled pumps. She carried a small, red evening bag. Max dubbed her his personal “lady in red” when he saw her. By the time they arrived at the club, the party was already under way and most of the people were well into an advanced state of revelry.
Max hated to dance and, most of the time, absolutely refused to. However, he grudgingly danced several slow ones with Sami. They visited with the other detectives and their wives or girlfriends until midnight and shared the traditional midnight kiss beneath the spinning mirrored ball revolving overhead.
The stresses that had been haunting Sami prompted her to drink more than her usual ration of just one or two glasses of wine that evening. And she well knew such behavior could go either way on her. She could be a delightfully happy drunk or, on the down side, a rather aggressive and surly one and Max dreaded to find out which one it would turn out to be tonight. Sami’s body simply did not tolerate chemicals of any kind. And she had never enjoyed the feeling of not being in complete control of herself, so rarely overindulged for those reasons.
On the way home, they had just pulled into Sami’s driveway when Max’s pager went off. Quickly, he pulled his cell phone out of its holster and dialed the service number.
“Sorry, Babe, gotta go…homicide. Don’t wait up.”
“Well, happy frickin’ New Year, Mr. Big Shot Detective!” she replied with anger and disappointment. And now they both knew. Max was not even remotely amused.
Max intentionally failed to tell Sami the murder he was leaving to investigate was a mere eight blocks away. Since it was his turn on rotation to be on call for the next homicide, he had an unmarked detective’s car at home, which he drove to the scene and parked behind the squad car that was already there.
There’s a second, more in depth, New Year’s Eve later in the book at Max’s beautiful, remote Colorado mountain cabin where it is deeply blanketed in snow and so cold their footsteps make the snow crunch as they walk. You can read the 19 reviews and the first chapter of this book (either trade paperback or Kindle) at: http://www.amazon.com/Footprints-Frost-Jackie-Taylor-Zortman-ebook/dp/B011APUJKE/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1451499370&sr=1-1&keywords=footprints+in+the+frost+by+jackie+taylor+Zortman OR you can be the first to write a review of it at Barnes & Noble at http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/footprints-in-the-frost-jackie-taylor-zortman/1122674884?ean=9781610091879#productInfoTabs
MAY YOU ALL HAVE A SAFE AND WONDERFUL NEW YEAR!