My travel foot is getting itchy. This Montana winter has been the winter that wasn’t–plenty of snow in the mountains, but not here in the Missoula Valley. The open road calls.
Last year we traveled through back roads of Nevada to get to California. I wrote about a creepy rest stop we’d found and the suspense story ideas it generated in a previous post. In December I finally wrote and sold the suspense story — my first. I received the cover from the publisher, Books to Go Now, yesterday and it’s fabulous. (Can’t reveal it quite yet….just know it will be worth the wait!)
While there’s a few other things in my writing pipeline — finishing the next book in the California Romance Series and helping my alter ego create another erotic short story — I’m ready to hop in the car and wind through the roads less traveled to find another suspense story inspiration!
In the meantime, I’ll tempt you with the opening of my new suspense story, Chasing the Tumbleweed. If you’d like to know when it comes out, please subscribe to my newsletter in the box on the right.
The hot August wind blew the tumbleweed across the two-lane highway. Laurie Bevin eased off the gas to avoid the rootless bush, even though the small movement increased the pressure in her bladder. There had to be a rest stop, didn’t there? In the blank Nevada countryside there wasn’t even a decent bush to hide behind to do her business.
What had possessed her to take this road? The interstate would have gotten her from Salt Lake to LA faster than this podunk highway through the heart of basin and range country.
But that was the problem. She didn’t want to go faster. Moving faster meant pulling up at her parents’ door, a failure at the ripe old age of twenty-four.
There! Black pipes rose from two squat non-descript buildings that blended in with the rest of the brown landscape. Only the gray thunderclouds to the east provided relief from the unrelenting drabness.
She drove her ancient Celica onto the dirt parking lot and pulled to a stop. As she got out of the car she noticed a bright red plastic ice chest exactly positioned between the two buildings.
Holding her nose, she ran into the brick outhouse, using every ounce of willpower to keep from peeing in her pants. She sighed with relief when she finished and stood to zip up her jeans.
Something rustled from behind the building.
Probably some form of rodent. Time to get out of here.