Climbing Out of Hell – Excerpts
Today is the day you’ve been waiting for, right? Liza O’Connor shares excerpts from Climbing Out of Hell.
Trent buried his face in his hands and sobbed, knowing there was no way back to his month of happiness. Everything good in his life was gone.
A gentle hand touched his shoulder. His heart leapt in joy. Carrie had returned and forgiven him. He looked up and stared at an old man in black—a priest—staring down at him. “Are you ill? Do you need help?”
He studied the old guy with worried eyes and furrowed brow. Maybe the man could help him. “I think I need an exorcism.”
Author Note: This excerpt occurs AFTER Trent goes in for plastic surgery and comes out a new man.
Just then a pickup truck zoomed by and honked his horn. Sam waved.
“He’s going twice my speed,” Trent objected.
“He’s the vet, probably off to save a cow somewhere.”
Trent laughed. “Fair enough. But just for the record, I’m a local too.”
Sam’s brow raised. “Since when?”
“Since I arrived about a half hour ago. I’m planning to settle down here.”
“Still giving you a ticket.”
Discovering Sam gave grief to everyone, and not just him, cheered Trent immensely. Sam had never hated him. His brother was just a jerk. “If the speed limit is twenty-five, then give me a ticket.”
Sam frowned. “Well, hell, if you’re going to be so damn agreeable, I’ll give you local dispensation…”
Sam burst into the kitchen, frowned at Trent, then focused on Danielle. “Leroy is at it again. I thought you said you were going to hide the damn thing?”
“I did. But there are only so many places one can hide an AK 47 rifle.”
“Well, you hid it worth shit because it’s raining lead again at the downtown square!”
She gripped her head as if it might explode.
“What’s the problem?” Trent asked his brother.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Iowa passed a law allowing blind people to carry and discharge weapons in public. So her grandfather, who is blind as a bat, sits on a bench in the square and shoots his AK into the trees.”
“What’s he trying to shoot?”
“Pigeons,” both Sam and Dani answered at once.
She glared him into silence and continued her reply. “He likes pigeon soup. A Pakistani doctor told him it would prevent strokes.”
“Well, he’s giving me a stroke,” Sam snapped. “You have to make him stop!”
“I’ve talked to him until I’m blue in the face. He won’t listen to me. Most of the time he thinks I’m three years old. Who listens to a three-year-old?” She threw up her hands in frustration and turned back to the grill.
Trent didn’t care for the way Sam pushed Danielle. Grandparents were impossible to boss about…at least his had been. “Why don’t you talk to him?’
Sam released a hurricane of air and stared at the ceiling. “Because the mayor told me to stay away from him. He is not breaking any laws, and any attempt on my part could result in a lawsuit against the town.” He then eyed Trent. “You should talk to him?”
“Sam, Trevor’s only been in town an hour. You know Gramps doesn’t trust people right off.”
“True, but neither do you, yet here he sits, like an old friend, watching you cook him dinner.”
She rescued the burgers off the grill, slapped them both on buns, and shoved one at Sam. “This is your hamburger. Trevor is holding out for braised lamb.”
“Point still stands. Look, I think he can do the job. I intended to hit him with a ticket, but ended up sending him to you instead. He’s a likable guy. Let’s send him out and see if he can stop this madness.”
“Then I’m shutting this bar down for safety violations.”
She stared at him in shock. “What violations?”
“Don’t worry. Mr. Olsen will find something. He owes me big time after last night’s poker game.”
Trent stood up. “Sam, you’re digging yourself into a hole. Your initial solution was excellent, and frankly I’m honored you think so well of me. I’ll go talk to him right now. Just tell me how to get to Pigeonville.”
Sam grinned and slapped him on the back as he led him out of the kitchen. “Way to man up. Seriously, I’ll owe you one if you can get the gun away from Leroy and bury it six feet under.”
Trent just hoped his offer to be a friendly nice guy didn’t put him six feet under as well.
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