In today’s post for Book Launch Week, here’s the first of many excerpts I’ll be publishing to give you a glimpse of the plot for Horseshoes and Hand Grenades (and hopefully encourage you to buy it).
In this short but telling bit, Shelby is musing…
I was twenty-two when I let the memories in. They’d been fluttering around the edges of my brain like a bunch of random words straining to form a sentence. Once I gave them permission, they took shape.
And that was that. I went on with my life.
It’s not like what happened changed me or anything.
