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Black Box Release Day Rafflecopter Winners:
Kindle Fire HDX
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11 Black Box Spoiler Alert Posters
1.) Katie Boettcher Vaughan
2.) Dana Gallie
3.) Rachel Hilliker
4.) Lauren Duncan
5.) Author Sarah Robinson
6.) Megan Christmas
7.) Suzy Dano
8.) Martha Keely
9.) Lisa Ann Sanders
10.) Bobby Kinion
11.) Jodie Squelch
Black Box Excerpt
I successfully manage to get her to slow her downward slide into Crunksville by asking Jimmy to switch us to tap beer, which he cuts with a little club soda. Then I keep her talking to keep her mouth busy. Soon, three hours have passed and we’ve only had three more beers. Unfortunately, with the lack of food, she’s looking pretty loose as she leans over the bar with the side of her head propped up on her fist.
“And that’s the tragic story of why my dad gave Bradley away when I was six.”
She’s just spent the past twenty minutes telling me the story of her dog Bradley Snickers, a chocolate Labrador Retriever. The only pet she ever had.
“You took your dog for a walk on thin ice to see if it would hold you both?”
“I’m not saying it wasn’t a stupid thing to do, but I was only six years old. I think my dad may have overreacted just a little.” She guzzles the dregs of beer in her glass and looks up at me, her eyes unfocused and a bit teary. “I loved that fucking dog. It was the only thing I ever loved. I would never have purposely hurt him.” I reach up to brush a piece of hair away from her eyes and she smacks my hand away. “Don’t touch me. I didn’t say you could touch me!”
“Sorry. I – I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, just don’t do it.” She chuckles a little after she says this. “That’s what my mom used to say to me when I got in trouble and I tried to apologize for being bad. She’d say, ‘Don’t apologize; just don’t do it.’ Like it’s that easy to always do the right thing.”
“What?” she snaps at me as she slides her empty beer glass away so she can rest her head on top of her arms.
“Where are you staying tonight?”
She heaves a deep sigh as she closes her eyes. “Don’t know. Right here seems just fine.”
Jimmy raises his eyebrows as he pretends to be busy popping the seeds out of the lemon wedges he just cut. I can’t help but watch her face with a bit of awe. Even with her black hair, her lip ring, and the tattoos on her fingers, she looks so sweet and innocent. I feel strangely protective of her, like I should tell Jimmy to buzz off. She can spend the night wherever she wants. Can’t you see she’s broken?
I can tell by the shiny bit of drool accumulating at the corner of her mouth that she’s already beginning to fall asleep. I take a risk and reach for her. Gently grasping her arm, I give it an easy shake. She doesn’t flinch this time.
She groans softly and her eyelids flutter open. “Sorry. I didn’t sleep last night.”
“Maybe we should get you a room so you can get some rest.”
She pushes herself up from the bar and blinks a few times. “If you try anything I’ll kill you,” she mutters, reaching for her purse. “And I don’t mean that figuratively. I will actually murder you. I have nothing to lose.”
“Not if I kill you first.”