My World: RBTL Tours: Jack on the Rocks by H.L. LeRoy

Title: Jack on the Rocks

Series: A LT. Jack Daniels Mystery (A loosely tied together series. But any of the stories can be read as a standalone.)

Genre: Thriller/Mystery

Publisher: Kindle Worlds (the World of J.A. Konrath)

Release Date: Dec 11, 2016

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook/Kindle ONLY

Blurb/Synopsis:

LIEUTENANT JACK DANIELS should have seen the avalanche of trouble headed her way but events had dulled her edge and crumbled her foundation of toughness. With the press and politicians all coming for her, Jack begins to question whether she is really a cold blooded murderer or simply losing her mind. Was it an officer involved shooting gone wrong? An honest mistake? Or, something much, much worse?

There's one thing for sure, it has turned the Chicago Police Department upside down, and Lieutenant Jack Daniels' life along with it.

Book Links: Amazon

Excerpt:

FROM A YOUNG AGE, Marcus had despised the dark. Not because he thought the boogieman or some other childish crap was lurking in a corner, it was because of his mom. When she was twenty-three and Marcus just eight, his mom dropped acid and some asshole told her that the only real way to watch an eclipse was to stare at it. It was one in the afternoon and Marcus had just arrived home from a split day at school when he heard his mom scream, He ran to the vacant lot behind the projects and saw her crawling through broken glass, screaming, 'I can't see!'

It was May 10, 1994 and his mom had stared at the sun for a long time, so her eyes were ruined, and all she had was darkness. Marcus really hated the dark.

His hands were flex-cuffed behind his back and then to a pipe that ran up a concrete wall in some freezing ass basement. At least that's what he thought it was. He didn't seem to have any sense of time, and he wondered how long he had been there. It had to have been hours.

"Hey! I have to piss!"

No response.

Pulling his knees up and tried to stand. No good.

Fuck. He felt the warm wet flood his crotch.

Sometime later, the creak of a door woke him. Looking up, he saw dim light coming from an open doorway, leading down metal stairs. There was movement at the top and a single overhead bulb snapped on.

A woman came down the stairs and for a moment he thought it was Jack. With brown curls just touching her shoulders, medium height and the same build, maybe you could mistake her at a glance. But that's all.

He knew it was the woman who was driving the SUV. The blond fake cop was creaking down the steps behind her. When they got to the bottom, she pointed and he rolled a cart next to Marcus.

"I pissed myself. I told you I had to go. Why are you doing this?"

"My name is Carla, this is Michael."

Fuck, I'm dead, Marcus thought.

"Tell me about Jack Daniels."

Marcus pasted a nonchalant grin on his face. "It's a bourbon."

Carla smiled and pushed Marcus' head back, staring into his eyes. "Very amusing."

She let go of Marcus' head, and nodded at the big guy.

Michael slipped on a pair of leather gloves and punched Marcus in the nose, banging the back of his head on the concrete wall. Sparks flashed in the back of his eyes and he nearly blacked out.

"Fuck! A cop. She's a cop."

"And you work for her."

He could feel blood dribbling down his chin. "No, I—"

The big guy hit him in the nose again, and Marcus felt it crunch.

"Ah, God . . . yeah, yes I sometimes give her information."

"All you have to do to make Michael stop is tell me what information you've given her."

"I haven't told her anything."

"You know how this goes. You tell me what I want to know and we'll let you go."

"I know how this goes, and that's bullshit. You're going to kill me."

Marcus looked at the bottom of the cart. Paper towels, plastic sheeting, and half a dozen garbage bags. Knives and a saw.

Author Information:

H. L. (Holly) LeRoy is an award winning, American short story writer and novelist. Born in San Jose, California, LeRoy currently resides in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with his family.

When J. A. Konrath approached me with the opportunity to write in Lieutenant Jack Daniels’ world, I jumped at the chance. Since my other works are in the mystery/thriller/action/adventure genres and tell the stories of strong female protagonists confronting impossible situations, I knew it was a perfect fit.

Amazon Publishing has secured licenses from Warner Bros. Television Group's Alloy Entertainment for Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars, and The Vampire Diaries; Valiant Entertainment for Archer & Armstrong, Bloodshot, Harbinger, Shadowman, and X-O Manowar; J. A. Konrath's Jack Daniels series, Hugh Howey's Silo Saga; Barry Eisler's John Rain novels; Blake Crouch's Wayward Pines series; and The Foreworld Saga by Neal Stephenson, Greg Bear, Mark Teppo, Eric Bear, Joseph Brassey, Nicole Galland, and Cooper Moo. Licenses for more Worlds are on the way.

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