It was exciting to see how my main character worked at figuring out who he was, and especially interesting to discover his inner struggle at determining if he was a good person or not.


I sprinkled in other characters: ones requiring redemption, and others who society deemed to be “bad people.” I poured this concoction of characters into a thick plot and stirred in a good helping of danger. 

Coming up with danger required dreaming up things. Disturbing things. Things like murder. And kidnapping. And romance.
This book has all those things, so be forewarned.

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One of my temples pounded like a hammer. A hammer hitting bundles of dynamite.


Where the hell was I?


The cold wooden floorboards pressed against my cheek, my whole body flush to the cool surface.


Why was I on the floor?


Mariachi music blared nearby. Was I in Mexico?


I wanted to go back to sleep. My head fogged with no lighthouse in sight. I would have fallen back to sleep if it weren’t for the other body lying on the floor. She lay face down. I could only see her blonde hair and ponytail.


Damn, I hoped she wasn’t dead. That would suck.


I struggled to push myself off the ground but my muscles whined, so I gave up. For some reason, my waist felt colder than the rest of me, I felt wet there. The small pool of blood answered some questions.

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