Murder Board by Rosie Somers
Available in ebook / print / audio
About the Book
Being abducted from her home, given a new code name, and drafted into an elite black-ops training program isn’t Infinity’s ideal way to start the week—or the next six weeks, as it turns out. Yet, here she is, competing against twenty-five other recruits in a cutthroat competition, known only as The Program, for one of five spots on a super-secret intelligence and counter-terrorism team. And she might actually have a shot at making it. Until someone starts killing off the top performers.
Now, the only way to stay in The Program—and alive—is to find the sweet spot between scoring too high and falling too low on the murder board. She can’t do it alone, though. So, she forms an alliance with a recruit code-named Ghost, who proves knowledgeable and capable, not to mention charming. But Infinity is increasingly drawn to another, more enigmatic recruit, Maverick. Despite his loner vibe, he’s all heart, spiritually strong, and reliable—saving Infinity when she needs it most. But can she really trust them? Relying on her faith and instincts, Infinity needs to find out who’s snuffing out the competition, or she could be next.
Excerpt from Chapter 1
A cold and unsettled feeling takes up residence in my chest. I mute my TV and set my sketchpad and pencil on the bed next to me. Then I sit up straighter and strain my ears for sound. Any noise anywhere in this small house echoes in even the corners farthest from the source. Like the current scraping of metal slipping into the lock in the kitchen door, not a key… something clumsier, something that wasn’t made as an exact fit for those specific tumblers. I try to attribute it to my imagination, but I can’t deny the truth.
Someone is trying to get into my house.
Panic swirls in my chest like a tempest. What am I supposed to do? Staying home alone when my mother is out of town for work has never been a problem before, never been a threat to my well-being. We live in a safe neighborhood. All my neighbors have known me since I was born; they’re supposed to be keeping an eye on things here. It’s what they do. I have no contingency plan for a break in. Nothing beyond panic and pray.
“Dear God, protect me,” I whisper I visually scan my room for something, anything, that I can use to defend myself. I come up empty. I change tacks and reach for my phone. I dial 911 with shaky fingers, hit send. The call drops with a cheery, three-note chime. My hope drops with the call. I try again with the same result, then check my service. Zero bars. The walls of my house are paper thin. I’ve never had less than full bars anywhere on the property. My stomach tightens into a solid lump in my throat, threatening to cut off my air supply.
And then the back door creaks open.
About Rosie Somers
Rosie Somers is a beach-going book addict who’s been crafting stories since before she learned her ABCs. When she’s not busy trying to bring the characters in her head to life on paper, she can be found volunteering with local animal rescues, crocheting funky hats for her friends, or eating herself into the poorhouse at Chipotle. Her fondest dream is to one day own a goat.
Author Blog: rosiesomers.blogspot.com