Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my current work in progress. The book is titled Tarnished Silver, and I have no official blurb to share. The set up is like this.
My heroine Brittany Granger is a private investigator who has been summoned to the home of the Silver family. The Silvers operate The Silver Firm, a prestigious law practice. They are famous, rich, and some say unscrupulous. She has no idea why they want to see her.
The sullen sky looked leaden and gray, but at this particular moment the weather and how she was going to get home didn’t concern Brittany Granger. After driving in circles for what seemed like forever, she still couldn’t find the Silvers’ home. Biting her lip, she smacked the steering wheel. Only twenty minutes to get there, and something told her Mr. Silver appreciated punctuality.
Her last turn had brought her back to the same intersection she had seen three times before, but this time she turned left instead of right and saw the Silver mansion at the end of the street.
A tall, thick, stone wall surrounded the property while a manned gatehouse guarded the entrance. She stopped her car and rolled down the window as the gatehouse door opened and a man stepped outside.
“Hi. My name is Brittany Granger. I have an eleven o’clock appointment with Mr. Silver.”
The guard checked his clipboard. “Follow the drive, and you’ll come to a parking area on your left. You can leave your car there. Someone will meet you on the front porch.”
It had started to sleet now. Brittany winced as the cold, icy pellets struck her cheek and quickly put her window up. After parking where the guard had told her, she darted toward the porch to get out of the rain and sleet. A pale man with steel gray hair was waiting on her.
“Hello, Miss Granger. Mr. Silver is expecting you. Won’t you step this way?”
Brittany followed him into the mansion, a Georgian Revival made of dark brick. The entrance hall had marble floors covered with expensive looking oriental rugs. Old oil paintings adorned the walls, and the mahogany furniture she saw looked costly and antique, like pieces that had been in the family for generations. The man stopped in front of a massive wooden door and softly knocked before they entered.
“Sir, Miss Granger is here.”
A tall, thin man with neatly combed white hair rose from a navy leather wing chair beside the fireplace and extended his hand to Brittany. “How do you do, Miss Granger?”
“I’m fine, thank you. And you?”
“I’m well.” He indicated the chair in front of his ornately carved, enormous desk. “Won’t you sit down?”
That’s it. I hope you liked it. See anything I need to revise?