GURLS, A New YA Story, Coming Soon

 

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GURLS is in the works, y’all! I hope you’re excited! Feel free to share this post, and the image, all over your social media outlets! Happy Thursday Teaser!

Trish, xoxo

 

Thursday Teaser – Dying to Know, book 4 of The Station Series

Me feet are moving alongside Kerry-Anne’s, I’m aware of this. But my mind takes a fleeting moment to recall my trip to Dhara, and I absentmindedly stroke the golden strands that hang on my left wrist. I’ve begun to miss Della and her father lately. And Rush, of course. I think about him more than is healthy. Mostly wondering what he is doing, and where. And if he’s thinking about me too. What used to be an occasional thought has turned into a constant state of being.

It’s only simple curiosity. That must be it.

“…And then when she woke up, I got the first real look at where she lives, which was in an abandoned building. It’s so sad, Piper. There are so many teenagers living on the streets, I never knew that! This was the first case where my charge didn’t have an actual home and…are you listening to me?” Kerry-Anne touches my shoulder with her arm.

I trip over my own feet like a toddler learning how to walk. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…” I’ve been drifting between her story and my memories.

“I noticed. You miss them, don’t you?” Kerry-Anne asks.

We’ve walked half-way to the fountain, our refuge, when I blink and realize I’ve been ignoring her since we left the Ones department.

“Miss who?” I ask.

She points at my arm, where my right hand is fingering the bracelet. I snatch it back and straighten my shoulders. I have too much to do to be losing myself in idle thought.

“No,” I lie, but when Kerry-Anne scrunches her face into a knowing glare, I shrug my shoulders in submission. “Okay, fine. Yeah, a little.”

“Have you talked to them or seen…him?” We’ve reached the fountain rim, and Kerry-Anne plops herself down, taking care to spread out the skirt of her yellow sundress.

“No.”

“Why not?”

I sigh, taking a seat beside her. “It’s complicated.”

“Everything is complicated if you make it that way.”

“When did you get so smart?” I laugh.

She smiles. “Will is out on assignment. I miss him, too. But it’s not the same for you. Will and I see each other between almost every case. Rush isn’t actually here.”

I shake my head in disagreement while dipping my index finger into the fountain water. “He is, in a way.”

The words Rush spoke to me just before he last left the Station replay over and over in my head, and again, I reach over my lap to touch the delicate strands wrapped around my wrist with a wet hand. We are bound together through this. Like family. If you want me to return, simply will it to be.

Simply will it to be, I thought. I almost do it. I almost open up my mind as far as it will go with my thumb pressing down on the bracelet to ask for his return, when a different voice speaks beside me.

“Hi, stranger,” Sloan says.

– Dying to Know, Book 4 of The Station Series, Coming Soon 

© Trish Marie Dawson

Dying to Know

What Lies Beneath…an Excerpt

Murder was a messy business; torture even less clean. As Hutch walked through the inn’s lobby, taking care to avoid the streams of dried blood that had drained from [the woman’s] body, he struggled to swallow. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen such a thing and he doubted it would be the last. But seeing the most evil side of human nature was never easy.

Each fingernail had been wrenched from [her] hands, as were the front teeth from her upper jaw. One eye was sealed shut, lost beneath a contusion the size of a lemon. A clean split opened her lower lip, giving her mouth an un-natural ‘V’ shape. As he looked at her features, it was hard for him to see where her nostrils had been, as dried blood had caked in clumps around her unrecognizable nose.

He kneeled at her side and touched the wire binding that strung her wrists and ankles together. The woman hadn’t been kind to them, not exactly, but hers was a fate undeserved. Hutch didn’t doubt a bag of coins would have opened her mouth freely to the comings and goings of A’ris and Hutch, and yet the level of torture the middle-aged woman endured wasn’t just unnecessary, it was brutal beyond reason. As if whoever committed the crime did so with the pure intent to kill, regardless of what information they extracted.

He smoothed the hair from her face and pulled a nearby throw off a wooden chair, draping it over her still body. She’d been bled dry, and though the entire room would forever show signs of her demise on the floors, walls and counters, he could at the very least give her soul respect by covering her violated body.

Someone out there was angry.

As Hutch took the stairs up to the room he’d shared with A’ris just days before, and found it cleaned out and empty, he could only hope that the dead man behind the Gear Maker’s shop was the man who had gone through the town, eliminating all who breathed. Either all signs of A’ris were being wiped clean, or any and all who crossed her path were struck dead simply for seeing her. Hutch knew A’ris was in trouble or soon would be.

The kind of trouble that drew blood in lethal amounts.

“A’ris, please be safe,” he whispered into the fresh sky.

His boots sank into the damp earth as he set off to the west with a pack of supplies he pillaged from [the inn’s] kitchen. Hutch didn’t even bother to change his muddy clothes, just slung a coat over his shoulder in case it should rain again. The bartender wouldn’t need it anymore. He, along with his patrons, had been shot dead.

Unsure if the hole in his heart was truly mended or would only heal once he set eyes upon the girl again, living and unharmed, he set out for the town of Calypso, determined to find what he had lost…

– Chapter 18 from The Dry Lands, a Hutch and A’ris novel

Thursday Teaser

Stationers, I know I gave you a scare yesterday with the announcement of an impending Station death, but then this happened, and how could I not share it to balance out the week?


There are some kisses that should be forbidden. They steal the soul right from the body, staking a claim on the heart forever. This kind of kiss can build and destroy worlds, and bring even the most mighty to their knees in submission. Because in the end, a love like this wins. Every time.

– Station #4, Coming Soon


Hopefully this little teaser post will help stall any ‘Let’s abduct the writer’ plans thrown together since yesterday. Fingers crossed. Now, it’s 2am and I’m off to bed, where I’m sure I’ll dream about this scene and the one that follows. Happy Thursday, y’all!

Thursday Teaser!

Today’s Teaser post is from the lovely Donna B. McNicol’s

‘HOME AGAIN’

Donna is on FACEBOOK, AMAZON, the WEB and TWITTER!


Sarah pulled back and stared at him. “Carl, you couldn’t be more of a man if you, if you, well, if you tried.” She snuggled closer and felt him stir. She looked up into his gorgeous speckled green eyes. “I’m trying to tell you something but I don’t know how to do it.”

“That’s easy, just spit it out. I prefer plain talk.” He started nibbling on her neck.

“I can’t think when you’re doing that.” She wiggled in his arms, stirring him even more.

“That’s the point,” his tongue traced a trail from her shoulder to her ear.


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Want more? ‘Home Again’ is available on AMAZON! Enjoy!