A Killing Season
Chapter OneGrrrroowwwl!
The Ford 4X4 roared in protest as my foot flogged the gas pedal, and its rear end swung side-to-side in a manic Mae West shimmy. It had been raining hard for three days straight, turning Montana's red clay earth into gumbo mud that clung to my tires in a smothering embrace.
At times like this I cursed the very existence of HBO, with its taunting reminder of what my life in New York might have been. Damn Sex and the City -- all eighteen new episodes -- for flaunting chic Manolo Blahnik shoes, Versace dresses, and Fendi baguettes! Okay -- so in reality, I had been an out-of-work actress without any money, meeting my friends at a local bar for beers, unable to get into Nobu to sip ever-so-trendy Cosmopolitans. Still, a girl can dream of living the high life and being swept off her feet by her very ... read full excerpt from Killing Season, A ebook