First Three Pages of Seismic Crimes
Hey, everyone! Iâm going to keep this short since the excerpt is so long. Seismic Crimes is Book Two in the Disaster Crimes Series and my first novel. To celebrate, I thought Iâd entice you *wink* with the first three pages.
Beth didnât die.
The anxious weatherman forecasting Hurricane Sabrinaâs arrival was wrong. She didnât even die at the big, slightly calloused hands of Donovan Goldwyn, as she had thought she would. Accused of killing his brother, Donovan had shown all the signs of being a murderer, but she later realized he wasnât a killer despite his suspicious mannerisms. Together, they had taken down one of the police officers responsible for killing Donovanâs brother, but one of the killers got away.
Now they were paddling her canoe through the floodwaters leftover from Hurricane Sabrina. Seeing the devastation all around broke Bethâs heart. A tree had fallen onto a house they passed, severing the house in half. She wished they could stop there to see if anyone needed help, but they had to get to the Orlando Police Department as soon as possible.
With great regret and a silent prayer the owners had evacuated, she looked away to see even more destruction. Some houses appeared untouched by Sabrinaâs wrath, but many hadnât been so lucky. Roofs had been ripped off; lawn decorations and furniture, that hadnât been moved inside, had been thrown everywhere, as if Sabrina had thrown a tantrum. Even a childrenâs swing set had been knocked over.
Beth looked away from the heartbreaking scene and forced her gaze to stay glued ahead as she paddled with their only oar. In front of her, Donovan used a shovel. As the canoe cut through the water, time blurred.
Her arms and neck were burning with fatigue by the time they reached the police department. Donovan pulled the canoe up the steps and held out his hand to her. Her knees shook as she stood and stepped onto solid ground. Standing in front of Donovan, her hand in his, she looked up at him. She couldnât imagine the turmoil he was going through inside, but she could see signs of it. His brows were drawn, his eyes streaked with red lightning bolts. She reached up with her free hand and laid it against his cheek.
He put his hand over hers and then pulled her in for a soft kiss. When he inched back, he whispered in her ear, âThis may sound crazy, but I love you.â
Beth gazed into his eyes, saw it was true. Her heart twirled in relief.
âI love you, too.â She glanced at the police department. âAre you ready for this?â
His jaw tensed. âDoesnât matter if I am or not, this needs to be done.â
Hand in hand, they walked inside. Five officers stood near the entrance, guzzling water from bottles and listening to the reports coming in on their radios. A woman manned the front desk. She answered the phone that never stopped ringing. Beth couldnât imagine how many calls were coming in on the emergency lines. Hundreds of people were probably calling for help, but the police wouldnât be able to respond to every call, not in their squad cars with this flood. During past hurricanes, the State Emergency Rescue Team went out in trucks and boats to rescue stranded people and they would have to again.
A few civilians, who had to ride out the storm in the department, milled about anxiously. The mingled scents of stale coffee and sweat teased Bethâs nostrils. Large ovals of perspiration spread beneath the officersâ arms and trickled down their backs. They looked as though they were about to dissolve into puddles. Although the generators were working, the A/C was weak, and the air inside the station was more humid than outside.
The officersâ heads swiveled to Donovan and Beth when they stepped through the doors. Their heat-exhausted faces registered surprise.
âHoly shit,â one of them said. âThatâs Donovan Goldwyn!â
In the next instant, the five officers rushed toward him, their guns drawn. Donovan put up his hands. Two officers grabbed his arms, wrenching them behind his back to restrain him. âDonovan Goldwyn, youâre under arrest for the murder of Ryan Goldwyn.â
Title: Seismic Crimes
Author: Chrys Fey
Series: Disaster Crimes Series (Book Two)
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Format: Digital and Print
Page Count: 282
An Internal Affairs Investigator was murdered and his brother, Donovan Goldwyn, was framed. Now Donovan is desperate to prove his innocence. And the one person who can do that is the woman who saved him from a deadly hurricaneâBeth Kennedy. From the moment their fates intertwined, passion consumed him. He wants her in his arms. More, he wants her by his side in his darkest moments.
Beth Kennedy may not know everything about Donovan, but she canât deny what she feels for him. Itâs her love for him that pushes her to do whatever she has to do to help him get justice, including putting herself in a criminalâs crosshairs.
When a tip reveals the killer's location, they travel to California, but then an earthquake of catastrophic proportions separates them. As aftershocks roll the land, Beth and Donovan have to endure dangerous conditions while trying to find their way back to one another. Will they reunite and find the killer, or will they lose everything?
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