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Hi! I’m Laurie Olerich and writing is my passion. I love to create guilty pleasures full of exciting locations, rollercoaster action, strong, quirky heroines, and steaming hot heroes who’ll raise the temperature in any room you’re in! Paranormal romance? Check! Urban fantasy? Check! Romantic suspense? Check! My Primani series combines the best of the three. When I’m not plotting, writing, or fantasizing about my next hero, I’m planning parties, traveling, and spending lazy nights with my son, my Dal pals, and my friends. Thank you so much for taking a chance on a new author and picking up my story! I hope you’ll fall in love with the Primani world as much as I have. If you’d like to get to know me better and keep up with my works in progress, look me up on the Internet. I’d love to hear from you!
Here is a short sample from the book:
The smell of iron was overpowering. Someone was bleeding. I couldn’t see anything in the
dark but felt around for bullet holes. My jacket sleeve was sticky with blood. I couldn’t tell if it
was mine or not because I was so full of adrenaline I couldn’t feel anything. Surprised at the
blood, I held up my hand to Killian. He brought it to his nose.
“Not yours. It’s his. Finish checking yourself and hurry up. You could be bleeding to death
Yikes! Wouldn’t I know if I were bleeding to death? Maybe not… I did as I was told and took
some of my layers off. Under the jacket and fleece, I found a neat little hole in my arm. It
seemed to go right through my bicep. There was a hole on both sides. That was good. Probably I
wouldn’t bleed to death right now. Even so, I was bleeding a lot. My shirt was soaked. My
stomach churned, and my head started to swim again.
“Uh, guys, I have a problem back here…”
Cold hands on my face woke me up. I opened my eyes to Killian’s dark face pressing into
mine. His scruffy cheek rasped against mine as he whispered urgently in my ear, “Mica! Don’t
pass out on me! You can be sick later!”
He tied a ripped piece of his tee shirt around my arm before strapping the other guy into a
seat belt and covering him with a blanket. Probably a smart move since Sean’s driving left a lot
to be desired. The car slid wildly to one side throwing Killian against him hard enough to make
him grunt in pain. The guy in the blanket didn’t make a sound. That wasn’t a good sign.
“Please tell me this guy isn’t dead. He’s not moving,” I said.
“Not yet,” Killian replied.
Sean’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. “Don’t worry about him. Keep pressure on your
arm and don’t pass out! You might have to run.”
Killian seconded that order and added that there might be more shooting… while I was
running… Don’t pass out? It was easy for them to say… They weren’t bleeding all over the
place with a possibly dead guy strapped into the seat with them.