Slammed by Liza O’Connor

 

The change from car windows that crank down to windows that you operate by pushing a tiny lever was long in coming for me. My first three cars had cranks.

And to this day, I still struggle to find the right tiny lever. I’m constantly pulling the lever for the back window when I’m trying to open the front window. I also tend to open the passenger window when trying to open the driver’s.

The reason is because I prefer to keep my eyes on the road, not searching for the proper switch. Thus, it appears, I just grab the first switch I find.

Davy is also having problems, but he has a better excuse. He just received his new truck and it’s top of the line with lots of bells and whistles. His prior truck was an ancient piece of junk that he and his dad kept going long past it’s normal death date. The piece of junk had a window crank. Easy to find and no question to which window it belongs to.

Unfortunately, he can’t find the window crank for his fancy truck, which is not good, because the policeman outside the window looks ready to shoot him.

 

SLAMMED

By
Liza O’Connor
Davy’s Saga, Book 1
∞
Contemporary Suspense
Country Western/ Bull Riding

Blurb

Davy Hill goes from obscurity to fame by riding the rankest bull alive. Coming from a life of poverty, the young cowboy expects his life to change for the better now that he’s a successful professional bull-rider. Yet, with every occurrence of good luck comes an equal dose of bad. He suffers a potentially career-ending injury, a string of betrayals, and much worse. Despite all the brutal slams he takes, he keeps getting up, because he’s a bull-rider and they never give up.

EXCERPT

A policeman reached forward and opened the door and a second later, strong arms yanked Davy from the truck and slammed him against its side.

As they roughly searched his body, Davy tried to explain. “Look, I wasn’t trying to be difficult. I just don’t know where my window handle is yet. I just got this truck a few hours ago.”

“Where’d you steal it from?” the officer holding him asked.

“It’s not stolen. My sponsor gave it to me.”

The officer laughed. “Ain’t heard that slang before. What’s a sponsor?”

“A company that pays me for wearing their name on my vest. I’m a bull rider and Dream Cars just became my sponsor.”

“Mind if we look in your truck?” another cop asked.

“No, go ahead. It’s really nice. I’ve never had anything half so fancy…which is why I didn’t know how to roll down the window. My old truck had a crank, but if this one has one, they’ve got it well hidden.”

The officer jumped out of his truck a few minutes later. “It’s clean—I mean spotless. This truck new, boy?”

Davy wondered why they kept asking him the same things over and over. “Yes, sir. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I just got it a few hours ago.”

“Where’d you take it from?”

Davy sighed. Lord help him! Why wouldn’t they believe anything he said? “I didn’t take it. Look, there’s a business card in the glove box with my registration and stuff. The man on the card is the one who gave me the truck. He’ll tell you I didn’t steal it.”

“So why’d he give it to you?”

Davy explained again about the sponsorship.

The second officer called over a third. “Kid says he’s a bull rider. You ever heard of a Davy Hill?”

The new cop leaned in and peered at Davy being smashed against the truck on the other side. Then he smiled. Davy hoped that was good news.

“Let him go, Joe, before you hurt his riding arm. This is the rookie who came from nowhere and is kicking everyone’s butt. He’s ridden Son of Sam, Hammer Head and Red Eyed Devil. You can call and check, but I’d sure give him a truck if I were running Dream Cars.”

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Davy’s Saga, Book 1
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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