Wednesday Sampler: Yesterday People by Terri Herman-Ponce
April 20, 2016
In our mission to connect readers, writers, and books, Caleb and Linda Pirtle is showcasing some of the best authors in the marketplace today. Wednesday’s Sampler features an excerpt from Yesterday People, a mystical and romantic mystery from Terri Herman-Ponce.
As one reviewer said: An amazing and fascinating storyline of suspense, mystery, betrayal, hatred and love–a love that transcends the ages and a hatred that follows with every incarnation and life…will keep you on the edge of your proverbial seat.
David Bellotti’s only focus is to find his abducted twelve-year old daughter. When he sees her on a news segment with her captor, a renowned archaeologist who’s made a major discovery, David sets out to bring her back home. But the search leads him to a secret message that could alter man’s history forever.
A message David and his daughter inscribed twelve-thousand years ago.
A message that will prove dangerous in the wrong hands.
Protecting this powerful information seems simple until David realizes some people will use his daughter against him to get it, at whatever the cost. Now David must make a choice. Protect mankind from a secret past that must remain hidden, or save his little girl.
The bartender handed over my drink and the woman ordered hers. Tequila. Straight up.
I felt my brows rise and my interest pique. “I’m impressed,” I said.
“Won’t drink anything else.” The woman took the drink and held up her glass in salute. “Ever have?”
I shook my head.
“You’re missing out then. Tequila is the nectar that leads you straight to the devil.” She gave me a shrewd smile that made my knees buckle and my imagination stray to a bedroom and lots of sweat. “I’m Kyra Brand,” she said, holding out her hand. “You can call me Kyra.”
“David Bellotti,” I said, taking it. “And you can call me David.”
Her skin was warm, her grip firm, and the connection that fired between us made the temperature in hell seem tame.
“So, David,” she said, sipping her tequila. “What brings you here?”
“An invitation and a car.”
“Actually,” I said, “I work for PROs. They just started donating money to Soft Zephyr Charity and I’m here sort of as a goodwill ambassador.”
Her smile widened just a bit. I decided I liked it. A lot.
“Sort of?” she asked, the mischief in her eyes kicking up a few notches.
She went for more tequila, her red lips caressing the glass while her pink tongue darted out to lick the little bit that dripped over the side. I resisted the urge to tug at my tux collar, but it was getting way too damned hot in here.
“Let me guess,” Kyra said. “Ex-Navy SEAL?”
I shook my head. “Ex-Marine.”
Kyra nodded, like she approved. Then she leaned in, peering up at me with a beguiling look that made my heart stutter. “Tell me, do you know Mommie Dearest? Is she for real? Because I’ve heard stories.”
I had to laugh at that, and it felt good to laugh for a change. “I work for her. She’s my CO.”
“Wow. I can’t imagine that. I’ve heard she’s tough.”
Not the word I would have used, but good enough. “How do you know MD?”
“I know a few people in the biz.” Kyra motioned to the ballroom and the people around us, the deep plunge in her gown shifting just enough to tease at what was underneath.
Heat pulsed through my blood that had nothing to do with alcohol.
“So you know my story but I don’t know yours, Kyra. What brings you here?”
“Looking for a man.” Kyra gave me sly eyes and her red lips curved into an equally sly smile. “Preferably only for just the night.”
I paused, the wine at my mouth, and my gaze locked with hers.