Neon – Blackwood Security #5.5
Six girls.
Five stars.
Four kinds of organic yogurt.
Three days.
Two guns.
One case of mistaken identity.
Bachelorette parties are meant to be fun, right? But when assassin Emmy Black gets involved, “fun” takes on a whole new meaning…
Neon is a standalone novella in the Blackwood Security series – plenty of Bradley and Emmy and no cliffhanger!
Also available as an audiobook!
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Neon is available from libraries too (you might need to ask them to order).
Excerpt – The Beginning…
One, two, three, four, five… Oh, pluck a duck, he’d lost one again. Trying to get those girls in one place was harder than herding cats. Cats with ADHD who’d been popping acid. Bradley should know—he’d been running around after them for long enough.
“Where’s Carmen?”
Emmy shrugged and took another sip of coffee. “Think she went to get her Korth.”
Bradley let out a long sigh. Why did he do this?
“I’ve already told her that she doesn’t need a gun. We’re going to a spa resort, not a war zone.”
“Health farm,” Emmy muttered, and he glared at her.
“Spa resort. You need to get healthier. How many cups of coffee have you had today?”
“Two.”
“Three. And it’s not even seven o’clock. Breakfast should be a smoothie and porridge according to Toby, not caffeine and a donut.”
Over the years, Bradley had spent many hours conferring with Toby, Emmy’s nutritionist. The two men shared a sense of despair when it came to encouraging Emmy and her friends to do what was good for them. Bradley loved each and every one of those girls from their pretty heads to their karate-kicking feet, but their stubborn personalities sometimes made him wish he still worked in a hair salon.
Carmen sauntered into view, carrying a knapsack and a suspiciously large case, and Bradley couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped.
“What’s in there?”
“Accessories.”
“The kind of accessories that can put a bullet through a man’s head at a thousand yards?”
“Fifteen hundred.”
“You don’t need a sniper rifle at Cedar Ridge. We’re going for three days of rest and relaxation, and they don’t have anywhere for shooting.”
“Nate gave me this when we got married. Think of it as an alternative wedding ring. It stays with me.”
Bradley blinked a couple of times, but that only made the tic in his eye worse.
“Fine. Fine. Put it in the trunk.”
He still had ninety-five miles to convince her to leave it there. Or perhaps he could take it out when she wasn’t looking?
One, two, three, four, five… Now Mack had disappeared, and this trip was for her bachelorette weekend. Okay, Plan B—he needed handcuffs, duct tape, and zip ties. But he only made it halfway back to the house before Carmen opened the rear door of her Mercedes G-Wagen.
“Bradley? What’s all this stuff?”
“Tia’s luggage.”
“But I thought we were only going for three days?”
“We are.”
He still needed to break the news to Tia that all of her admittedly excellent packing efforts had been for nothing. Cedar Ridge operated a strict dress policy, one that didn’t include five-inch pumps or cocktail dresses, which meant she wouldn’t need a thing from her six suitcases while they were in the resort building.
Carmen slammed the door in disgust and shoved her things into Emmy’s car instead, cursing under her breath in Spanish as she did so. And miracle of miracles, Mack ran out of the house with yet another charging cable in her hand.
She wouldn’t need that either.
One, two, three, four, five…six.