Book Spotlight: 99 Cent Sale for Second Chance City
99 Cent Sale for Second Chance City
Comic books can be the death of you
Police
officer Nate Hammond led a well-ordered life until a chance meeting with a girl
from his past drags him into an extraordinary adventure.
Libby
Parish never intended to visit her hometown again. Is the strange obsession to
return related to a mysterious comic book? Or someone she left behind?
Sucked
into a deadly comic book universe Nate and Libby find themselves in Second
Chance City, home of the Refractor and a league of murderous adversaries. Can a
knowledge of comic books, a half-hearted super-hero, misunderstood villains, science
gone horribly awry, and a mysterious flashlight help them find a way home or
will their second chance at happily-ever-after only end in in death?
Excerpt
The building was silent with the exception of a
faint hum now emanating from the glow in the corner. Nate moved cautiously
forward, shining the flashlight. “Debolt?” No one answered. “We’ll check the
rest of the store…Libby?”
Libby had stepped from his side, her attention
drawn elsewhere. She stood in front of the display stand filled with comic
books. Her respiration sharply increased. “What is that?” she said. The eerie
glow came directly from one of the books.
Nate’s gaze widened. “I’ve no idea.”
The glow began to fluctuate, pulsing with a bright green neon light.
Libby
squinted at the glare. She leaned in as if striving to discern the cover. “It’s
the latest Refractor issue. Why is it doing that?” On and off, on and off, the
hypnotic beat flashed.
The light was oddly attractive.
“It’s not some marketing gimmick?” Nate said.
“No way,” insisted Libby. “I’ve never seen
anything like it.”
The tempo of the pulses increased, so did the
hum. A little voice in Nate’s head bleated a warning. This isn’t normal. You should
do something…do something…do something. His thoughts muddled with the
incessant flash. The hand which had been resting on the gun, dropped to his
side.
Libby
clutched the pencil light to her chest. As if drawn by an irresistible impulse,
the other hand reached for the Refractor comic.
Nate’s confusion vanished, shoved
aside by a powerful protective urge. “Libby, don’t! It might be dangerous.” He
grabbed her arm at the same time she touched the comic. For an instant, the
world turned to green light.
Then total blackness enveloped them.
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L. A. Kelley writes fantasies with adventure,
romance, humor and touch of sass. You can connect at http://lakelleythenaughtylist.blogspot.com
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