Historical Heartbeats welcomes Author Glenn Haggerty who is spotlighting a new release entitled, Chase, Intense Book 3.
Drugs infiltrate Tyler Higgins’ middle school turning ordinary kids into brain dead druggies. Will Tyler come to their recuse by finding and exposing the drug dealers?
“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 ownneck. In the end, he isn’t sure who he can trust or if he can rescue anyone—including himself.
Book 3 in the Intense Series, Chase continues the adventures of Tyler Higgins.
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, butMom’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 weedsleading to the dilapidated structure were trampled. Heleaned 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. Heknew the forest, its sounds andsmells, and hetrusted hissixth sense—the one that toldhimhewas close to hisprey. Or maybe—the chill racing through his veins—the one that warned him of danger. He backedinto 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.
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I am a member of ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers), a graduate of Vision Loss Resources and Bethel Seminary, and I am the father of six and grandfather of seven. I like tandem biking, kayaking,and daydreaming, and live in Minneapolis with my lovely wife, Linda.
I write inspiring adventures with an edge. No matter how dark the day, finding hope to pursue the prize is the core of all my novels and studies. My focus right now is middle school and teenaged students because I want to provide serious entertainment from the Christian worldview. It’s tough being a tween or teen today, there’s so much bad stuff in our culture, and secular entertainment often offers only despair. I write to give kids hope that they too can make it through this difficult period of life.
My next book in the Intense Series is tentatively titled Hyde, which follows the theme of the first three books and once again also serves as the name of the main antagonist. It is set in Florida where Tyler is vacationing with his cousins. Once again, they get caught up in a mysterious disappearance that has to do with modern daypirates and treasure buried in plain sight. I’ve done some research on the Spanish gold fleet of 1715 and discovered some interesting possibilities.
After Hyde, I have a couple of germs of stories, but nothing concrete. However, I plan to add some non-fiction books, companion studies initially, designed to help students deal with issues of friendship, bullying anddating.