I’ve decided that posting snippets of any WIP on social media is something I won’t do anymore. It might spoil the fun for those who don’t like seeing them and feel it spoils the whole build up to when they get to buy the book.

I thought it would be better to post any excerpts I’d like to give my readers here on my website. That way, I can include a link to the post on Facebook, etc, and it’s your decision, as the reader, to decide whether you’d like to read it. Sound good? I’ll use the hashtag #susanmacnicolsnippet and that way, you’ll always be able to find them.

So sit back, relax with your favourite tipple, and enjoy this excerpt from For Fox Sake, the first book in my news series, of which more details will come soon. I plan on telling you more about the series once I have the first cover ready. Then you’ll understand the reason for the secrecy.

Excerpt #susanmacnicolsnippet #ForFoxSake 

“This is the long way around,” Tate remarked as they traversed narrow cobbled streets filled with small shops and occasionally, a scrub of grass, overgrown and needing weeding. “It’s a bit of a mission, going this way but it gives us a half-a-mile work out.” He stopped short, Clay almost stumbling into him.

“I can’t fucking believe that’s still here,” Tate marvelled, staring at one of the murals. “I must have done that about fifteen years ago!”

Clay squinted at it, green eyes puzzled. “What the hell is it,” he said finally. “Did you have a psychotic break or something? It’s…very colourful.”

Tate snorted. “It’s a pizza slice. Can’t you see it? There’s sausage, that’s bacon, there’s the cheese…” his voice trailed off. “I was always hungry back then,” he said wistfully. “I tended to have food on my mind a lot.” He pushed a lock of hair away from his forehead. The close shaved head of his drug squad days had disappeared, and Tate now sported thick auburn hair with an annoying tendency to curl. Clay loved it. He said it gave him something to grip his fingers into when Tate blew him.

Clay laughed. “And look at you now, a health nut. You used to be a man who could put away two racks of ribs, half a chicken and then fill up the empty spot with chips and brown sauce.”

“Yeah, well, that was the old me,” Tate teased. “Now I keep healthier for those times when you’re ramming into me against the wall. A man needs to be seriously fit for that.”

I hope you enjoyed this little #wordsnippet. There will be more, as I’m working on three books at the moment at the same time. So stay tuned, follow me on social media and my BookBub account as I count down 2019 to a year of releases that I hope will blow your socks off.