Death of the Party
Chapter One
The room wasn't moving. Britt Barlow held to that reality, no matter her dizziness. Yet the words in the letter blurred before her eyes.
Britt remembered a long-ago day in a small third-floor apartment in Mexico City, the rumble of wrenched walls, the swaying floor, the sweep of gut-sickening terror. She'd survived that earthquake, just as she'd survived divorce and loss and sadness and, once, a fury that had threatened to capsize her world.
Britt waited for that first shock to pass. She would survive. No matter what happened, she had always been a survivor. Earthquake, fire, flood, pestilence ... Damn the world. She would fight this new threat as she'd always fought, with steely determination, with craft and guile, with a devil-be-damned smile.
The words in the letter came back into focus. ... read full excerpt from Death of the Party ebook