I uploaded it late this morning, and just now when I checked my Smashwords dashboard to see if there were any errors in uploading and converting, I see that samples have already been downloaded. Cool!
So if you are looking to read Deviation ePub, pdf, rtf, etc., head on over to Smashwords to buy it.
In honor of the Smashwords release, I thought I would post an excerpt for #SampleSunday. It’s not Sunday yet here, but it is in parts of the world, and I’ll schedule this for a retweet when it actually is Sunday morning here.
Bobby had been fussing for a while before Henry finally managed to fully rouse himself from sleep. He stumbled to his feet, rubbing his sticky, sleepy eyes with his palms. He turned on the night-light and patted Bobby soothingly on the back.
“What’s the matter, Bobby? You hungry?” he questioned softly. He noticed how red the baby’s cheeks were. “You teething, bud?”
Henry rubbed Bobby’s back in slow circles, seeing if he would settle. Bobby continued to sob and fuss. Henry left him in the crib and shuffled out to the kitchen. He blearily prepared a bottle.
“Can’t you shut that kid up?” Clint demanded, stalking into the kitchen.
“He’s teething,” Henry said tersely, struggling to screw the top onto the bottle, but it kept getting cross-threaded.
“I said to shut him up!” Clint repeated.
Clint aimed a kick at the back of Henry’s knees. Henry was still half asleep, and both knees buckled. The bottle went flying, a pool of milk spreading across the floor. Henry swore, staggering to his feet.
“What did you do that for?” he protested. He knew he’d made a mistake the minute the words left his mouth, and threw up his hand to protect himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—”
Clint raised his hand, eyes calculating. He backhanded Henry powerfully across the cheek, throwing him to the floor with the force.
“Don’t you ever back-talk me!” he shouted.
Henry’s mother came into the kitchen, pulling her tatty housecoat shut across her thin body, tying it messily.
“Clint, leave him alone. Go back to bed,” she said quietly.
“I have to sleep,” Clint griped, “Can’t have that baby keeping me awake all the time.” He headed back to the bedroom. “You’d better make sure he cleans up in there.”
“He will,” Dorry assured him. “Go on.”
Clint shut the bedroom door. Dorry reached down and helped Henry to his feet.