Devon tells me that her novel will be free on Friday May 11 until Saturday May 13 for all readers at Amazon.
Here is a link to the book at Amazon, and Devon has provided Bent River Books blog with a short excerpt from the book.
Congratulations again, Devon, on your debut novel, Bad Day. I hope it becomes a bestseller!!
As soon as I realized that my keys and cell phone were sitting in the cup holder in the console, I tried the door, wondering against all odds that I might have forgotten to lock the doors. That’s when the stupid car alarm went off.
“Oh, for crap’s sake! What else could go wrong today?” I tried the driver’s door one last time, thentried the back door. It was no use. My only means of getting home or contacting someone to take me home, were sitting in the cup holder.
I checked my watch and realized that I only had ten minutes before my presentation was slated to begin. I really wanted the position and the recognition that went along with it. It was all I lived, breathed and wanted for the past four years since I started here. It was all I ever really dreamed about. My social life was nearly non-existent because of it, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be at the top.
I ran towards the elevator that would take me to the bottom of the parking garage. I wondered if maybe taking the stairs might actually be quicker.
I didn’t have time to calculate the amount of time the elevator usually took and the amount of time that I had left. Instead of pushing the down button, I used my hip and elbow to open the door to the stairs. It slammed against the wall with a bang as I took the stairs running.
With the heavy load that I was carrying, and the fact that I was in heels, it was extremely difficult navigating the stairs with any precision. At any moment, with the way my morning was going, I half expected to do a header down the stairs, resulting in broken bones or loss of life. Internal bleeding at the very least.
When I body slammed against the door, my heel caught in the grate just outside. I knew that the grate was there, and I had often complained about it to deafened ears of management, but it was the furthest thing from my mind right now. I forgot about it this morning. I ran out the door, my heel snapping off in the grate, then plopped to the bottom with a plink as it hit a puddle of water.
I looked at the grate momentarily with disgust, knowing that I didn’t have time for this sort of thing. I juggled my presentation, my briefcase and my computer bag, adjusting them in my arms. I hopped on one foot as I took off the broken shoe, then took off the other, throwing them into a corner of the garage.
I ran as fast as I could in my bare feet towards the front entrance. I checked my watch for the time. I realized with dismay that I had just under eight minutes to get to the sixtieth floor. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it.