Saturday, July 14, 2018

THE HITMAN'S MISTAKE



There’s a bullseye on your back…Run!
Entering the Seattle Justice Center to fight a traffic ticket inspired the idea to utilize the well-guarded interior for the opening scene of The Hitman’s Mistake. The place reverberated with bad juju during the day and it had to be creepy after hours. What brought that conclusion? I used to work in sales and stayed late one night in our single-story office/warehouse building to load samples for the following day. A weird feeling told me to return to my desk, where I spotted a guy in the shrubbery outside my office window. He’d left before the police cruiser arrived, but I’ve never forgotten the sensation. Moral of the story—trust those instincts. And, I got the traffic ticket deferred and a great opening setting! If you’d like to see the settings I envisioned for the story, visit my Pinterest page.

THE HITMAN'S MISTAKE


After Miranda Whitley stops crooked cops from assassinating a prominent Seattle judge, she’s next on the hit list, and her survival depends on the buff FBI Agent she’s had one awkward encounter with. But can she find him in time?

The last person Grant Morley expects to discover on his annual supply run to a Montana mountain hermit is alluring Miranda Whitley, nearly dead from a bullet wound in her side. An accidental witness or the cold-blooded accomplice to would-be assassins?

Miranda must convince Grant of her innocence, evade the killers intent on preventing her testimony, and fight her unwanted attraction for the agent…an attraction which seems to be mutual. Fortunately, love thrives in Emma Springs. If you love sizzling chemistry, Montana’s mountain landscape, and fast-paced action, then you’ll love Sally Brandle’s galloping thriller, The Hitman’s Mistake.



Excerpt:
Setting: Our heroine’s pruning indoor plants in the lobby of Seattle’s Justice Building after hours.
***
Soft taps came from a few feet behind her. She tilted her head.
Footsteps? From the stairwell? Miranda released her grip, and the tree limb sprang free. She swung her head and watched the branch skim the fly of the trousers on the man now towering over her right shoulder.
Not Ike. She froze.
“What in the hell? Oh, didn’t see you there—” he sidestepped, and her cup scrunched in protest under his big boot. The lid popped off and the double shot of Kona glugged into a mocha-scented pool.
He jumped to avoid the puddle. “Damn energy conservation put you in the shadows. Sorry, I nailed your coffee.” His swinging backpack missed her nose by inches.
She twisted her body and scooted her butt until her shoulder jammed against a carved pot.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s okay,” she mumbled, keeping her head lowered to avoid further contact with the bag-wielding klutz wearing black trousers. Must’ve been him she’d glimpsed a few minutes ago, while the elevator doors had closed on the floor below Ike’s.
“I’ve never been attacked by a branch. Must say, you deployed it well,” the deep voice announced. He stopped directly in front of her.
His hiking boots made her size-nine high-tops appear dainty.
Not the shoes of a snobby lawyer or a lost, post-trial pimp trying to find his way out of the building. Still, the flailing branch served him right for sneaking up on her. “I didn’t hear you.”
“And I shouldn’t text and walk,” he said in a lighter, almost sexy tone. “I’m Grant.” He dropped his pack and stuck out his hand.
An FBI tag printed ‘GRANT MORLEY’ hung from the bag.
She peered from under her cap’s brim and gulped.
Him.

Agent of Interest. Her heart took off at a gallop.


Short bio:
Multiple award-winning author Sally Brandle weaves slow-burning romance into edgy suspense stories, encouraging women to trust their inner gifts. She left a career as an industrial baking instructor so that she could bring to life her stories of courageous women supporting one another while they discover men who deserve their love. A member of Romance Writers of America, Greater Seattle RWA, Eastside RWA, and She Writes, Sally’s current series, Love Thrives in Emma Springs, is set in rural Montana. Connect with Sally at www.sallybrandle.com

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