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Today was Paddy Evers big day.

After fifteen years in prison, and meticulous planning, Paddy is gambling his entire future on the perfect heist.

Thirty minutes from now, Paddy is either going to be a millionaire, or he’s going to be dead.

He’s planned for anything and everything that can go wrong.

But the one thing he hasn’t planned for is Mac.

When Mac comes into his life and throws everything Paddy’s planned into a whirlwind of chaos and new responsibilities, Paddy learns, the hard way, that there’s more to life than money.

 

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Fool Me Twice - Fishing Trip - Excerpt

Though the day was still young, events were rapidly proceeding from bad to worse. Sheets of rain fell sideways in the gusty wind, and now his window was so fogged over he could barely see to drive.

He steered the car with his legs while he held the cup of hot tea with one hand and wiped the fog from his windshield with the other.

The combination of weather and the morning rush-hour had turned the freeways into a sloppy mess. He’d been stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic for over an hour, and according to the KPRC Traffic and Weather Reporter hovering high above the city of Houston, the weather would remain like this for the rest of the day.

For Dan Scott, this was nothing out of the ordinary. Since the day he was born, Dan had been shadowed by his own personal storm-cloud – ready and willing at a moment’s notice to piss down on him, should the sun threaten to shine on him with good fortune.

Earlier, Dan had awakened to discover he was out of coffee, which quickly turned out to be the least of his worries. Moments later, he found to his dismay that he was also out of vodka – the main ingredient of his morning coffee.

Truth be told, vodka was the main ingredient of everything Dan drank (or ate) these days.

For a while, his drink of choice had been cognac, but sadly those days had come and gone rather quickly. So now he was back to the rot-gut vodka.

For Dan, skipping his morning coffee meant risking a nasty headache. But skipping his morning vodka, however, meant risking his life.

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