Today’s first page is from my own September release, Shelter of Hope.

Out of the clear blue August morning, danger barreled onto New Friends Street–without warning. Glancing over his shoulder, Marc Chambers saw the cement truck take the corner a little fast. At the same moment, he glimpsed a boy running toward the street. Not looking.

Stop!

The cement truck brakes squealed like a trapped animal. Marc raced for the kid. Scooped him up. The wheels of the cement just feet away jumped, skipped—trying to stop in time.

People were screaming. Marc wrapped himself around the small body. Threw himself into a roll…

I can’t stop in time. The horrible wrenching sound of metal chewing into metal churned through his flesh like the grinding of some vicious machine. His heart pounded in his ears–

“Marc,” a familiar voice came through the din in Marc’s head. “Marc, it’s all right. You and the boy are safe. The truck missed you both.”

Marc blinked. His mind repeated his grandmother’s words, tried to grasp them and hold them. What had just happened to him?

—So did that catch your interest?