I’m in the middle of a blog tour, but I just HAD to take a detour to shine some light on fellow 3 Fates author, Alana! Here’s the skinny on her new novel. Take it away, Alana!
What do a box truck full of illegal immigrants, an elite firm of corporate and patent lawyers and a recovering alcoholic have in common?
A foot of snow and 48 hours of terror.
Teo Haroun and the other lawyers in his firm look forward in varying degrees to the retreat at the Sherman Ranch in northern New Mexico. The boss has laid down some rules—no phones, no computers, no communication with the outside world—that makes them uneasy. But the corporate team-building exercises are necessary for this firm to survive its inner sniping and turmoil—and to protect the secrets they hold.
Inez Suela and thirty other Mexicans have paid a coyote hundreds of pesos to take them across the border into the United States, where they hope to make a better life. The crowded truck heads north into New Mexico to meet their local driver, the occupants unaware that a freak March snowstorm is waiting in its path.
Jake Patrin, the caretaker of the Ranch, fights demons of his own as he struggles daily with addiction. Working far from the city on the lonely Ranch, hosting those who rent the facility, is his protection and solace. But he’s about to lose the only peace he’s been able to grasp.
Davi Pilar needs to make some fast money to appease a couple of St. Louis loan sharks, so he agrees to pick up a truckload of illegals and take them to St. Louis. He drives to New Mexico, not knowing that Inez, the woman who rejected him years before, is one of those on that truck.
The intersection of these people, the collision of their cultures, the revelation of their secrets—all these things lead to violence, death, and even redemption in their New Mexico ENCOUNTER.
Inez Suela huddled in the small box truck, in the corner nearest the door, stealing every breath of fresh air she could before the driver closed them in. Too many of them in here, too many. Once the door closed, she didn’t know how she’d breathe.
Thirty-nine Mexicans had paid the driver, the coyote, thousands of pesos to transport them across the border to New Mexico. She had starved herself and dressed in rags to save through three lean years of meager wages. But she’d had enough to take a chance, to ‘roll the dice’, as they said in the American Las Vegas. Tonight was the night.
Even the money guaranteed nothing.
Others, who’d tried to make it and failed, said perfect timing might avoid being caught or turned back. Many had lost friends or relatives who’d attempted to cross the Arizona desert border on foot. The summer heat reached to 120 degrees, and you could die from lack of water and heat exhaustion. The winters weren’t much better, as harsh weather in the mountains stole lives away.
March, though. March seemed a time with the best chance of success. Or so Uncle Ramon had promised. He’d sent several brothers north over the years, and the money those norteños returned to their families was three times what they’d earn if they had worked at home.
Most of those who chanced the border were men. It was hard, and they had responsibilities. But more and more women tried, sometimes with their children. Several of Inez’s friends had been caught and deported, returning with their dreams deflated.
Some made it.
In big cities with large immigrant communities, one more Mexican was hard to track. It could be done.
Inez was single, and strong, and very determined. She believed.
She just had to not think about it too hard, leaving behind everything she knew. Including the man she could never have.
Thanks to Etta Jean for featuring me on her blog– I’m so proud to be at the web home of another of 3 Fates’ great authors!!
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