AJ Lape’s second book in her Darcy Walker Series is out! Read below for a funny excerpt, and then go HERE to purchase it on Amazon for just 2.99.
Two weeks before junior year, Darcy hops a plane to Orlando for a little R&R with her best friend Dylan and his family. Fresh off the heels of solving three murders in Valley, you’d think she’d sit back and enjoy the vacation capital of the world … maybe if you’re a noun. Darcy Walker, however, is nothing but verb.
Before her feet hit the Orlando soil, she’s meddling in the disappearance of a five-year-old boy who vanished six months earlier.
With authorities still no closer to solving the case, Darcy is shanghaied by her impulsivity and runs headlong into that proverbial burning building, convinced she can bring him home.
She travels down a road that not only follows this missing child but branches off into the corrupt and sinister world of mob activity when she tampers in a case on which Dylan’s detective grandfather is working.
After a near disastrous midnight meeting in a warehouse and a date with a mechanical bull, Darcy realizes she might’ve bitten off more than she can chew. Add the boiling flirtationship with her best friend and the appearance of his romantic rival, and she is in over her head.
X MARKS THE SPOT
The cold blade bit into my skin. One move in either direction and my carotid would be severed in two.
I was a dead woman. I wouldn’t have a first date; I wouldn’t go to the prom; I wouldn’t be able to do anything more than sleep in the dirt and ponder what everyone was doing topside. I should be screaming or begging for my life, but something about this man looked familiar, and for the life of me, I couldn’t place him. My pulse thumped in my mouth, and as I desperately tried to back out of the room, the cell phone attached to his belt buzzed at its highest setting. Still holding the blade to my neck, with one hand he unclipped it and checked the text message then swung a complete-180 into panic mode.
“Out!” he barked to the room. Holy cow, Holy Jesus, Holy fat statue Buddha, I prayed.
“I’m going to Hell. I’m going to rot down there with the fastard that shot Bambi’s mother.”~ Darcy Walker, No Brainer
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