It's a pleasure to highlight author Glenn Haggerty on Monthly Smiles. His latest novel Chase, is book 3 of his Intense series. Each novel is filled with suspense and adventure.
Glenn writes inspiring adventures with an edge. No matter how dark the day, finding hope to pursue the prize is the core of all his novels and studies. He is a member of ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers), a graduate of Vision Loss Resources and Bethel Seminary, the father of six and grandfather of seven. Glenn likes tandem biking, kayaking, and daydreaming and lives in Minneapolis with his wife. He is also an award-winning author with short stories published in Splickety, Havok, Cadet Quest and Partners. Chase, the third book in his Intense series was released on April 1, 2018.
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“There they are.” Chase’s voice rolled up the slope. Even hollering his voice sounded flat and lifeless like someone had drilled a hole in his body, and his soul had leaked out.
Drugs infiltrate Tyler Higgins’ middle school turning ordinary kids into brain dead druggies. When his friend is infected, Tyler decides to cut the small town drug flow by ratting out the dealer before it’s too late.
Shadowing drug runners is risky business. A bowhunter has already disappeared, and Tyler’s true adversary remains veiled. After his first spying mission misfires, Audrey, his classmate, volunteers to help, but Tyler can’t imagine where this mission will lead. Everything goes sideways, but he doggedly follows the twisting trails, risking his friendships and his own neck. In the end, he isn’t sure who he can trust or if he can rescue anyone—including himself.
Excerpt from Chase
Erick Donaldson crept from tree to tree scanning the hushed forest for his prey. Three-foot ferns screened the ground on either side of the path, but on the dirt trail ahead, cloven-hoofed prints pressed deep into the soft black soil.
He stooped. Fresh. His quarry was close.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He’d ditched algebra that morning, but Mom’s grounding would be worth it—especially if he had a new antler rack mounted to his wall.
Through a break in the tall trees, wisps of vapor rose from the valley below, and the domed roof of an old barn poked above the early fall greenery. Erick narrowed his eyes. He’d never seen buildings out here in the state park, but he’d never roamed this far north either. The dim trail twisted downhill and disappeared toward the barn. He touched the hunting license in the cargo pocket of his fatigues and stole after his game.
At the valley floor, he pushed through the brush line and stepped into the clearing.
Mist swirled against the barn and decay ate away the corners. Broken and missing boards lined the structure like unraveling bandages on a gigantic mummy. Elm saplings crowded the ruin. Just an abandoned barn. And yet . . .
The hair on the back of his neck prickled.
A gravel driveway led to a sturdy looking door. Tire tracks cut into the dirt, and the weeds leading to the dilapidated structure were trampled. He leaned forward and scanned the area around the building. To his left, the rutted two-track tunneled into the saplings and disappeared. To the right, a vague trail snaked into the forest.
He took another step into the clearing.
A vagrant breeze wafted the mist his way, stinging his nose and pushing him back. Mom’s cleaner? Why here?
A spasm rippled through his gut.
Something was wrong. He knew the forest, its sounds and smells, and he trusted his sixth sense—the one that told him he was close to his prey. Or maybe—the chill racing through his veins—the one that warned him of danger. He backed into the trees.
A twig snapped to his left, breaking the heavy silence.
His head jerked. He raised his bow and drew back the arrow.
Two men stood on the path fifty feet away, staring at him. A clown mask hid the first figure’s face.
Erick’s chest tightened. Clowns creeped him out. Were they stalking him? Hunters should hail another hunter in the woods. He swallowed and kept the bowstring tight.
The second man, skinny and pinched-faced, sported a sparse beard along his jaw. Erick narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know the skinny man’s name, but he’d seen him around town in a battered old pickup.
“What you doin’ here?” Skinny’s tone was flat like a zombie.
“Hunting. What’s it look like?” He eased off on the bowstring but spoke loud into the forest stillness.
“This is private property. No hunters allowed.” Skinny wore a dirty sweatshirt, and festering sores framed his mouth—gross.
You can pick up your copy of Chase, Intense Book 3 here www.amazon.com/dp/B0792JP7Z2
If you’ve read this far, I have an extra for you! You can get Escape, Intense Book 1 free in ebook format at
Kindle Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075X2SF8S
Nook and other epub https://www.books2read.com/u/m2oRQ7
Escape is a short, fast-paced introduction to the series and another great summer read.
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