Coincidentally, it is the fave season of Katrina Buckhold, the young protagonist in my BackTracker series.
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| Katrina Buckhold |
Katrina headed
into the evening sun. The weather had held for her wedding, and two weeks later,
it was still holding. Autumn, her favourite season. It was the colours, the
golden light from a sun travelling low on the horizon, the musty, distinctive
autumn aromas.
She loved the red berries on the mountain ash. The yellow of
fallen leaves on the green of the grass and the sound of them crackling under
her feet.
When she arrived
at Shrug’s, he called her around to the backyard.
“You didn’t!”
she said, catching her breath as she rounded the corner. A brand new
Harley-Davidson Night Rod stood in the rear drive. Its chrome and deep cobalt
sparking back the glow of a setting sun. Shrug stood still as she traced her
fingers over the metal and the leather. “Nice.”.jpg)
"Schuh is raw, she's real, and she packs one hell of a punch."
"I can promise you Katrina will get under your skin and
into your heart."
"I am in awe of
the depth of this work."
"...action packed with emotional lies, love, hate &
survival"
“Intense & sensual”
DISPASSIONATE LIES
FIREWALLS
FATAL ERROR
Schrödinger's Cat
THE TRAZ
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