AUTHOR NOTE: Many scenes in Flaming Crimes (Disaster Crimes #4) came from real life. For this short blog tour, I am sharing my memories as a ten-part continuous story, so hop along for the entire experience.
Series: Disaster Crimes #4
Page Count: 304
Digital Price: 4.99
Print Price: 16.99
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
FLAMING GUEST POST PART ONE:
My best friend and I waited for her dad to pick us up from school. I could smell a hint of smoke in the air, but I couldn’t see anything. It wasn’t until I was seated in the backseat of my best friend’s dad’s car and we turned away from the school, toward home, when a smoke plume became visible. It was stretching above the trees, reaching higher into the sky. The color went from light to dark gray. While staring at it, my mouth went dry, my palms became slick with sweat, and it felt as though my heart sank down to my gallbladder. For a reason I could not explain, that smoke plume terrified me.
We all looked at it. And then my best friend’s dad said something to me I’ll never forget, “It looks like it’s right next to your house.”
The seed of panic that had cropped up at the sight of that smoke grew to full-blown panic. My heart raced. The closer we got, the larger the smoke plume became.
When we turned into my neighborhood, that smokestack was right in front of us, expanding and growing darker.
My best friend’s dad stopped the car at the end of my road to talk to someone, and my panic exploded into a trillion pieces. Looking down the street, I saw fire feasting on the trees next to my house.
It. Was. Right. There.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Excerpt from Flaming Crimes:
Beth’s heart clenched at the sight of the smoke stacks, as if a fist had driven through her chest and was squeezing the meaty human drum, paralyzing it. She gripped the door handle. The faster Donovan drove and the closer they got to home, to those tiers of billowing, dark smoke, the more anxious she became. Donovan’s words replayed in her head.
It looks like it’s right next to our house.
Her heart woke from its coma and punched her ribcage like a boxer attacking a speed bag. Perspiration dampened her underarms and slicked her palms. Please, God, no. I can’t lose my home again.
The story will continue on these blogs:
1/8 – Circle of Friends Books - Part 1
1/9 – Sandra Cox – Part 2
1/10 – Elements of Emaginette – Part 3
1/11 – Julie Flanders – Part 4
1/12 – I Think; Therefore, I Yam – Part 5
1/15 – Alex J. Cavanaugh – Part 6
1/16 – Just Jemi – Part 7
1/17 – Sandra Dailey – Part 8
1/18 – Fundinmental – Part 9
1/19 – Elizabeth Seckman – Part 10
About the Author: Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series, a unique concept blending romance, crimes, and disasters. She’s partnered with the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and runs their Goodreads book club. She’s also an editor for Dancing Lemur Press.
Thank you for reading this post! Don’t forget to hop along to the other posts on their designated days for the full fiery story.
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