Hell Hath No
Fury, an unforgettable tale of loss, betrayal, and revenge in this romantic
suspense standalone by RC Boldt, is now live!
Seven
years ago, they took everything from me. My father. My husband. My child.
When
they stole my chance at justice, I vowed to get revenge.
Then
I met him.
He
tempts that long-lost part of me, but his presence is a reminder that betrayal
lurks around every corner.
Their
biggest mistake is underestimating my commitment for vengeance.
They
don’t realize that when it comes to a woman like me, hell hath no fury.
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Excerpt:
He’s a creature of habit, and it only
makes things easier on my end.
I watch as he makes quick work of the
steps leading from the precinct to the curbside where a food truck is parked,
clearly raking in the cash if the coming and going of countless employees is
any indication.
Detective Warren pays, then stands off to
the side as he waits for his lunch order to be called. I study him through the
small monocular from where I lie haphazardly sprawled on one of the benches
across the street, and my eyes catch sight of a small nick along the left side
of his jaw.
Thanks to the last vagrant who claimed
this spot, I lie on padded newspapers clad in an oversized dark green poncho,
the hood covering my head. With my projected air of defeat and filth, I easily
blend in with the others in the vicinity.
Once the detective collects his order, I
wait until he heads toward the stairs leading back to the building before I
make the call.
Carefully stacking his to-go coffee on
top of his Styrofoam takeout container, he withdraws his cell and stares down
at the screen for a beat before answering.
“Detective Warren.”
“Hello, Detective. I’ve been meaning to
call you.” The free voice-distortion app is doing its job, thankfully.
“Who is this?” He immediately glances
around, searching for sight of anyone who stands out.
“Do you know what’s been going on with
the Dixie Mafia these days?”
There’s a subtle stiffening of his
shoulders. “Who the hell is this?”
“You’ve been working hard, but nothing’s
stuck, huh?” It’s a rhetorical question, so I don’t pause for him to answer.
“Well, that dirty money that went missing the other night? It found its way to
a good cause. The Salvation Army and the Center for Abused and Neglected
Children.” My voice hardens. “Those organizations will do that blood money
justice.”
Detective Warren shakes his head slowly.
“You can’t just go around killing people.” As he gains momentum, his tone grows
firmer. “That’s not how things work.”
I glare even though he can’t see me.
“That’s how things work now, Detective. When the justice system fails, someone
else needs to step in.”
“You can’t—”
“Hey, Detective?” I interrupt suddenly.
Because there’s my cue: the wince-inducing screech of the city bus’s brakes as
it draws to its scheduled stop in front of the precinct. “Be careful shaving
next time. It’d be a shame to nick any more of that handsome face.” The bus
blocks my view of the detective as I end the call, then peel off the poncho,
and tuck it beneath the thick wad of newspapers before I stride away.
I’m out of sight before the bus drives
off.
Meet RC:
RC Boldt enjoys long walks on the beach, running,
reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some
killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or
just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a
laugh, she's your girl.
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