Monday, February 8, 2021

Overland Tour and Giveaway

 


Overland
by Ramcy Diek
Genre: Romantic Thriller


Skyla Overland is proud to work for Overland Insurance, the company founded by her grandfather. Besides one nerve-wracking insurance fraud case in the past, her sheltered life is uneventful and just the way she likes it. Until one day, everything changes...

Skyla and Troy, the manager at Overland Insurance, are the last ones to leave the office. In the empty parking lot, Troy takes her in his arms. Why would he ruin their easy-going friendship by kissing her, especially since he knows she's dating Edmond?

Left alone, Skyla hurries to her car, puts on her seatbelt, and glances in her rearview mirror.
The face of a stranger grins at her from the backseat. "How nice to see you again," he hisses close to her ear.

Regaining consciousness, Skyla finds herself on the backseat of her own car, with her hands tied behind her back. Is she getting kidnapped? Who is he? And where is he taking her?



PROLOGUE

THE TRIP INTO THE CITY took him almost three

hours. Rage dominated his already ugly frame of mind.

“Asshole!” he yelled, honking his horn at the unexpected

car that suddenly pulled out right in front of him. “Who

taught you to drive, slowpoke? Hit that throttle!”

He looked at his fuel gauge. Empty. A stream of curses

spewed from his mouth. He wanted so much and had so

little. Life was unfair. Everything he’d ever cared about had

been taken away from him and all that remained were responsibilities.

The upcoming holiday season only added to

his misery. He hatedThanksgiving. It brought out too many

people, the spirit of Christmas already in their eyes as they

clogged up the streets, sidewalks, and parking lots. Beyond

pathetic, they were blind to other people’s misery, pretending

the world was one big happy place. It was not. Not for

the likes of him.

He drove first to the post office.With any luck, his welfare

check was waiting for him. After finding a parking spot,

he got out of his pickup truck. The frigidNovember blizzard

immediately hit him in the face, and he pulled up his collar

against the snowflakes whirling around. The sidewalk was

just starting to turn white, his boots leaving footprints in the

slick layer. As he rounded the corner to Edison Street, the

force of the cold westerly wind slammed into him. He took

a quick hold of his baseball cap, drawing it further down

to keep it from flying away, and shuddered. His threadbare

camouflage jacket was no match for the almost below freezing

temperatures.

Other pedestrians hustled by, all bundled up and eager

to escape the cold. He envied them their warm coats. He

needed one of those rugged waterproof parkas. Preferably

one with a hood and lots of pockets.That would make life a

little better.

At the post office, he opened his box and pulled out

the small stack of mail. The first item that caught his attention

was a red note, informing him his rent for the box was

overdue. He mumbled a harsh word, crushed the note in

his hand and tossed it onto the floor. “That check better be

there,” he mumbled, searching through the stack of letters

and advertisements until he found it. On his way out, he

dumped the rest of the unopened mail in the garbage bin.

Whatever it contained, he didn’t care.

Continuing his drive on fumes, he headed downtown to

cash what had become his only source of income. Without

a phone or a watch, he had no idea of the exact time. The

darkening sky suggested it had to be close to five. When he

reached the bank, it was already closed.

“Damn you people,” he shouted.He banged his right fist

several times against the glass door, leaving dirty smudges all

over. “Lazy sons of bitches! Can’t you work a few minutes

longer?”

He looked around with wild eyes filled with wrath, his

hands still balled into fists. Several pedestrians hurried to get

out his way. He didn’t even notice their shocked reactions as

he continued to rant and rave. “Get out of my way!”

He lumbered back to his truck. His stomach growled,

and he hadn’t had a cigarette in more than two weeks. He

craved the nicotine more than anything. What now?

Frustrated, he stepped in and slammed his palm against

the steering wheel. He’d spent his last few bucks on gas and

didn’t even have a penny left in his pocket, the mental image

of the double burger and large fries beyond his reach.

Dammit, he needed cash. He needed it now.

All over the city, lights sparkled. Store windows glowed,

filled with decorations and signs, trying to lure in customers

with discounts. The holiday season would kick off with

Thanksgiving only a few days away, followed by Black Friday,

Small Business Saturday, and Cyber Monday. All the cheerfulness

and brightness fueled his resentment. What a way

to spend your time, buying useless gifts nobody wanted or

needed. Didn’t they have anything better to do with their

money? Why not give it to the poor and needy, to someone

like him?

Traffic crawled. The snow stopped, turning into a light

drizzle. With luck, he might just make it to the Westside

Soup Kitchen.He’d been there several times in the past. Run

by several priests, or some other religious dudes, the food

was decent. They even served a second helping if someone

asked. With the holiday season, people were more generous

to the hungry and donations to shelters increased. Who

knew? They might even offer dessert.

He left his truck and walked the last few blocks. On the

way, he passed an All-American diner, an Italian restaurant,

and two burger joints. The delicious smell of roasted meat

and french fries tickled his senses andmade himsalivate.His

anger against the bank flared up again. He would have given

anything for a juicy burger smothered in cheese and several

thick strips of bacon, or for a bucket of fried chicken with

mashed potatoes and gravy. Instead, he would probably wind

up eating spaghetti and cheap white dinner rolls, or Spanish

rice with sticks of celery and iceberg salad.

One of the city buses came to a halt next to him, the

screeching brakes drawing his attention. The doors opened

and people streamed out on the sidewalk in front of him.

Others waited to climb on board, blocking his path. He

stopped and waited, his hands deep in his pockets, until he

noticed the colorful advertisement on the side of the bus.

It read – ‘Protection for all you hold dear. CallOverland

Insurance’ - in bold lettering, with two men and two women

on either side, all four dressed to perfection, smiling brightly

with their too white, orthodontia-enhanced teeth.

He felt sucker punched in the belly and his blood started

to boil. He knew that insurance agency too damn well. The

Overland family! Definitely the last name he needed to see

today. Acid-filled resentment flooded his throat, and disgusted,

he spat on the sidewalk. He detested those people,

hated them. They’d caused his troubles. They were to blame

for his misery. Somebody should destroy them, make them

burn in hell. That’s what they deserved.



Ramcy Diek fell in love with the United States during her travels with her husband. The Pacific Northwest became the Dutch couple's home, where they built their RV Park and raised their two sons.
During this time, Ramcy also made a slow transition from reader to multi-genre writer. Her debut novel Storm at Keizer Manor received multiple awards. This inspired her to spend more time doing what she loves most: writing stories.

Eagles in Flight, a romantic suspense novel, is her second book. Her third novel Overland, a romantic and dramatic thriller, followed soon after.





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