![]() ![]() Simon grinned back at me, his bronze face grimy, his short black hair full of dust, and his headlamp blinding me. “Or close as in the it-can’t-be- that-far-to-the-Winslow-rest-stop incident?” “Close as in just around the next bend?” I asked. At that point, I’d be obligated to punch him, Yaiyai’s lectures about proper ladylike behavior notwithstanding. That made him fortunate, because if I could see his smartphone and the app that was supposedly leading us to this treasure, I’d probably discover there was no reception down here and that he was making “educated guesses” again. He was leading the crawl through the doddering old mine, and there wasn’t enough room for me to scoot up beside him. Somehow, when I’d been studying archaeology at ASU and picturing myself as the female Indiana Jones of the Southwest, I hadn’t made allowances for the bug guts. You wouldn’t think anyone’s nose could run in Arizona’s 1.37% humidity, but my nostrils were coated with dust, microscopic shards of stone, and the remains of that bug I inhaled on the off- off-road drive up here. “Not to sound like a belligerent seven year old in the back of the car, but how much farther?” I asked and wiped my nose. Such as dark, musty mine shafts that have been abandoned for a hundred years. You get yourself into strange places when you’re broke, jobless, and trying to figure out how to pay back sixty thousand dollars in college loans. Investigating these strangers might lead her to discoveries that change the face of archaeology forever… or it might lead her and her best friend into a deadly monster’s lair. They speak a language Delia has never heard and carry mysterious artifacts she’s never seen. ![]() Something dangerous has come to the mountains, and a pair of Harley-riding strangers are the only ones who seem to have a clue. What she doesn’t dream of is stumbling across a decapitated body in an old mine near Prescott. More, she longs to earn the respect of peers who shun her for turning into a treasure hunter. Scouring the mountains of Arizona with Simon, her best friend and computer geek extraordinaire, Delia dreams of turning their scavenging enterprise into a legitimate business. ![]() She didn’t imagine herself crawling through abandoned mine shafts, scrounging for rusty pickaxes and gold pans to sell on auction sites, but Indiana Jones didn’t have to make student loan payments. When Delia chose to major in archaeology, she imagined herself as the female Indiana Jones of the Southwest. Torrent, the first book in my new contemporary urban fantasy series, is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Apple, and Kobo. ![]()
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