In last month's blog I stated that I was working on the re-release of one of my favorite Sin Series novels, Sinful Intentions. It will be the third edition of the popular novel, and it will be released with the brand new cover below.
Sinful Intentions is the third book in the SIN SERIES . I consider it some of my best work. I actually wrote this book without any kind of outline, just an idea of what I wanted the book to be about. For reasons I still don't understand, the storyline simply poured out of me as each day I sat down and wrote a couple of pages until the book was completed. Here's the prologue to the romantic suspense novel, Sinful Intentions.
PROLOGUE
It was a
well-concealed street, obscured from prying eyes by a grove of aged trees. The driver of the
dark sedan turned smoothly
into the grove, knowing what lay beyond—another mile of paved road
that curved
into a quiet, residential neighborhood.
A prominent sign displayed at the street’s entrance
warned visitors that
there was no outlet.
As it silently
continued its journey, the car’s headlights were turned off, making the vehicle
practically invisible against the moonless night. Five houses occupied this exclusive
enclave. A high wall with a monitored
entrance gate surrounded the house on the immediate left. It belonged to a
famous singer. Directly across the
street was another wall that surrounded the opulent home of a prominent
financier. A Middle Eastern businessman
owned the house next door, while the one across from that one was the vacation
home of a stockbroker who had fallen on hard times. The sign advertising its sale was discreet.
At the end of the cul du sac was the final house. Like the last three homes, there was no wall
surrounding it. A long driveway sloped
upward to the crest of the hill on which the structure stood majestically among
a backdrop of windswept cypress trees.
It was in front of this house that the car came to a stop.
The car’s
occupant quickly glanced around the well-lit street. It was quiet.
He checked his illuminated watch. It was two o’clock in the morning. The security patrol would make
an appearance in fifteen minutes.
Swiftly, the dark clad figure slid from behind the wheel, hurried around
the car and opened the trunk.
Withdrawing two large garbage bags, each bulging with refuge, they were
exchanged for the two bags sitting at the curb.
Closing the trunk, he was back in the car in less than two minutes.
As the
nondescript sedan moved along the highway, it passed the security patrol car
going in the opposite direction. The
early morning prowler watched through the rear view mirror as the lights of the
vehicle disappeared. It was headed for
the grove of trees. A sinister smile of
triumph appeared on his face. He had successfully avoided the night patrol.
Nothing to worry about. Everything would
pass inspection. Everything would look as it should. All had gone perfectly as
planned.
