Welcome to my post for Weekend Writing Warriors  #wewriwa where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.

I’m continuing with another excerpt from my new release, Sand and Sin.  Navy SEAL, Jax Taylor is sniping on a rooftop in Afghanistan with two weeks left before heading back to his base in Coronado, CA when all hell breaks loose.

Chatter in his earbud alerted him the guys were bugging out. An armored unit was already en route, ETA two minutes. Long enough to die over one hundred and twenty times.

Sweat and dirt stung his eyes as he shoved a magazine into his rifle, then touched the pistol holstered to his thigh for back up. Like an action movie, everything moved in slow motion. Dust swirled around them as tracer fire crisscrossed the street in sync with the rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire.

The grinding tracks and clack of a diesel engine announced the Bradley’s arrival. Soldiers raced into the armored vehicle and Jax slipped through last. Before the door closed, a bullet ricocheted, biting the back of his thigh. Fucking hell.

Check out amazing writes at Weekend Writing Warriors. I also hope you’ll check out Sand and Sin.  Available at all major e-book retailers. amazonkindle, Apple, Google, Kobo, Nook

Welcome to my post for Weekend Writing Warriors  #wewriwa where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.

I’m continuing with the 2nd excerpt from my smexy new release, Sand and Sin.  Navy SEAL, Jax Taylor is sniping on a rooftop in Afghanistan with two weeks left before heading back to his base in Coronado, CA when all hell breaks loose.

Jax’s heart rate dropped. His breathing slowed. Increasing pressure on the trigger, he exhaled and squeezed. The target plowed headfirst into the dust before the sound of the bullet echoed back.

Gunfire peppered the stagnant air from every direction. He scrambled to his feet and shouldered his sniper rifle and gear bag. With his standard-issue Colt M4A1 assault weapon pointed, he crept down the stairs.

At street level, he’d even the odds for the army boys. If the fucking shit-storm continued, there wouldn’t be much of an Afghan town left to protect. Conforming to the doorway, he aimed and picked off a single gunman about to unload into the street filled with US soldiers.

Outside, with his back to the plaster wall, he pinged targets like the metal ducks at a carnival.

Check amazing warriors at Weekend Writing Warriors. I also hope you’ll check out Sand and Sin.  Available at all major e-book retailers. amazonkindle, Apple, Google, Kobo, Nook