Purple Prose + Novel

Sweet Saturday Sample-- FOUR DAYS TIL SAINT SLOAN!!!!

Friends, by this time next week, SAINT SLOAN will be out (and I'll get to show you the cover!!!). Until then, I thought I'd give you a sweet sample from it-- only-- it's not very sweet (you'll see).
Folks, this is a bit (okay a big) spoiler from the book. It's in the blurb, but who reads those things ;) If you think SAINT SLOAN is just a love triangle between tall, dark, and handsome Aaron and his half-brother blonde and blue eyed Ray-- you'd be mistaken (though, that would be enough for me ;) )
Here is your Saturday Snippet-- Feedback is appreciated :)
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Sloan closed the door behind her and threw the keys on the antique table. Since she hadn’t expected to be out past dark, the house was pitch black. She ran her hand along the wall, turned on the foyer light, and walked into the dimly lit kitchen.

She opened the pantry and started gathering the ingredients for the spaghetti. While picky about a lot of things, her mom wasn’t one to gripe about food, especially if Sloan was nice enough to fix it on her late shifts. Her pocket vibrated, letting her know she had a text.

U home?

It was her mom.

Just got here.
Good. You ate, right?
Yeah. Pizza at Ray’s.
Okay, forget about the spaghetti I’ll swing by and get a burger on way home. Want anything?
No. Stuffed.
K, love you.
You too.
She slid up her keypad and laid her phone on the island.

Lights from passing cars streamed through the darkened kitchen as Sloan turned on the tap and opened the cabinet for a drinking glass. The first one she found was an old one they’d gotten at an antique shop a few years ago. She filled it and took a sip. As she looked out the window at the other dark houses, she wondered what was going on in them. Were the kids in bed? Were they doing their homework?

Homework.

That reminded her. She should probably get to hers.

The crack echoed in her ears as her jaw hit the faucet, and she fell to the floor.

She tasted the blood before she felt the pain.

A tall figure, the color of the shadows, loomed over her. “Who are you?” she screamed, spitting out blood.

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Sweet Saturday Sample-- FOUR DAYS TIL SAINT SLOAN!!!! + Novel