Fans,
I have been working on the last book in The Men of CCD series: Help Wanted. I'm almost finished with it, so I wanted to give all of my superb fans a little sneak peek.
Enjoy!
Marie
“Hello, is there anyone here?” A masculine voice called out.
Keira took a quick look at her watch frowning the time. She didn’t realize how late it had gotten. It was time for the guy to show up for the keys. She hoped that Jim Russell understood when she gave him the bad news. She just didn’t understand why his name seemed so familiar to her. Oh well…it didn’t matter he would be a distant memory in a few minutes anyway.
“I’m coming,” Keira yelled back coming back towards the front of the building. She came around the corner and saw a tall, white man with dark, long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail looking at a couple of the older Harley Davidson that her father had kept proudly on display.
One was a 1979 FXEF that showed the tachometer which was mounted below the speed. Her father had repaired that making it back into its original condition. The second bike was a 1980 FXB Sturgis. She recalled seeing him ride that bike about three or four times when she was a little girl. This shop had been her father’s world, but no matter how many long hours he spent in the shop. He always made enough time for her and anything she wanted to do when she was growing up.
Keira started at the man for a second or two wondering why he looked somewhat familiar to her. Maybe he had been a passenger on one of the flights she was on a while back before the crash. Well, she wasn’t going to worry about it because it would come to her soon enough where she knew him from.
“Excuse me sir, may I help you?” she asked.
“I’m here about the bike shop. I’m Jim Russell, the new owner,” the guy said as he turned around.
“I can’t believe it!” Keira gasped. “There is no way in hell my father sold our family business to you.” How was it that bad luck seemed to follow her no matter where she went now?
“Hello, is there anyone here?” A masculine voice called out.
Keira took a quick look at her watch frowning the time. She didn’t realize how late it had gotten. It was time for the guy to show up for the keys. She hoped that Jim Russell understood when she gave him the bad news. She just didn’t understand why his name seemed so familiar to her. Oh well…it didn’t matter he would be a distant memory in a few minutes anyway.
“I’m coming,” Keira yelled back coming back towards the front of the building. She came around the corner and saw a tall, white man with dark, long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail looking at a couple of the older Harley Davidson that her father had kept proudly on display.
One was a 1979 FXEF that showed the tachometer which was mounted below the speed. Her father had repaired that making it back into its original condition. The second bike was a 1980 FXB Sturgis. She recalled seeing him ride that bike about three or four times when she was a little girl. This shop had been her father’s world, but no matter how many long hours he spent in the shop. He always made enough time for her and anything she wanted to do when she was growing up.
Keira started at the man for a second or two wondering why he looked somewhat familiar to her. Maybe he had been a passenger on one of the flights she was on a while back before the crash. Well, she wasn’t going to worry about it because it would come to her soon enough where she knew him from.
“Excuse me sir, may I help you?” she asked.
“I’m here about the bike shop. I’m Jim Russell, the new owner,” the guy said as he turned around.
“I can’t believe it!” Keira gasped. “There is no way in hell my father sold our family business to you.” How was it that bad luck seemed to follow her no matter where she went now?
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