Kenneth Hoss is an author I’ve been connected to for sometime, and it’s my pleasure to finally have him on my blog. He’s just released the follow-up to his first book, Storm Rising – A Kelli Storm Novel.
Please welcome Kenneth as he shares about his latest novel, Storm Warning.
When her new partner is shot during a botched robbery, Detective Kelli Storm never expected that the trail of the shooter would lead her to Colombian drug lord Miguel Garcia; the man who’s cousin she had killed months earlier, and had made numerous attempts on her life. A man she had believed to be dead.Detectives Kelli Storm and Eric Ryder follow the bloody trail of a notorious drug kingpin from the streets of Washington Heights, New York and south to Medellin, Colombia.
When the suspect in her partner’s shooting is killed while in custody, the man makes a startling deathbed confession. With this revelation, Kelli finds herself unwillingly thrown back into the world of the drug cartels. With the aid of DEA Special Agent Gregory Larsen and Narcotics Detective Javier Vasquez, Kelli works to stop the Cartel’s operations in the city, and bring down the notorious drug lord.
Buy on Amazon: Storm Rising | Storm Warning
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Read an Excerpt from Storm Warning
Wednesday October 13th, 3:20 P.M. Washington Heights
Audubon Avenue and W. 170th Street
As Detective Kelli Storm stepped out of the car to the curb, she heard someone yelling from the direction of the corner bodega. Eric Ryder, her new partner, was already moving toward the store when gunshots sounded and he fell to the ground, grabbing at his shoulder. She started to run over to him, fearing the worst and knowing that she had just lost another partner.
Before she could get to him, the shooter yelled something in Spanish and started waving his gun, pointing it in her direction. She pulled her Glock and took aim at the gunman, but there were too many civilians in the way, running toward her as they tried to find cover.
By the time she had a clear shot, the man had an arm around the storeowners neck and was backing into the door of the bodega. She ran over to Eric. “Come on, we have to get you out of the street,” she said, helping him to his feet.
Eric looked at her, then at his shoulder. “The son of a bitch shot me,” he said, his speech slurred.
His left shoulder was bleeding badly, blood staining the material around the wound. She struggled to get him behind the sedan, out of the line of fire. Before they reached cover, he lost consciousness, making it more difficult for Kelli to get him to safety. She managed to get him behind the sedan and eased him to the ground.
Panicked at the thought that Eric might die, she grabbed at the two-way on her belt, pulled it off and pressed the talk button. “Central, this is Detective Storm, badge number three zero two zero, requesting an 85 forthwith to my location for a 10-13, officer down. I’m at the corner of Audubon and 170th,” she said, hearing the fear in her own voice.
Eric looked up at her, his eyes barely open. “What happened,” he mumbled
“Lie still, you’ve been shot, but you’re going to make it. I already called for backup and the bus should be here any minute,” she said, trying to reassure him. “This son of a bitch just made a big mistake.”
She peered around the right bumper and focused on the door of the bodega. The shooter was keeping out of sight. The bastard knows we’re here, and he has to know he’s about to have the wrath of the NYPD fall on his head.
Eric moaned and she reached down to check his shoulder. The bleeding looked much worse now, and it was beginning to pool on the asphalt under and around him.
Don’t you even think about dying on me, dammit “Just hold on, Eric, help is coming.” Come on guys. What the fuck is taking so long?
She felt like it had been hours since her radio call to dispatch, but it had really been only minutes. She kept pressure on the wound, hoping he wouldn’t bleed out before EMS arrived. Moments later, three Radio Motor Patrols arrived and while two of the officers hustled civilians out of the way, the third brought his first aid kit over and applied several gauze pads to help stem the blood flow.
“It looks pretty bad,” he said as he pulled more gauze from the bag. “What the hell happened?”
“I don’t exactly know. We stopped because he wanted a soda, and as I was getting out, I heard him shout and then there were two gunshots. Before I really knew what was happening, the perp grabbed the owner and ran back inside that bodega,” she said, pointing toward the corner. “I got him out of the street and back here. I really didn’t want to give the son of a bitch an easy target.”
“Well, EMS should be here any minute. You think the shooter is still in there?”
“Yeah, I’m sure he is,” she said as she picked up her Glock. “You got him?”
The officer nodded. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get this son of a bitch,” she said as she stood and moved around the car and onto the sidewalk.
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Connect with Kenneth
Kenneth Hoss was born at Carswell Air Force Base in Fort Worth, Texas in 1957 to Albert and Mary Hoss. He served a combined total of fourteen years on active duty from 1974 to 1987 in both the U.S. Army and U.S. Navy. His tour in the Army took him to Frankfurt, Germany where he had the opportunity to travel Europe. While in the Navy, Kenneth spent most of his time stationed in San Diego and Long Beach. His Navy travels took him to Hawaii, Guam, The Philippines, South Korea, Japan, Hong Kong, Okinawa, the Middle East and Pakistan. He has lived in several States, including South Carolina, Florida, Georgia, Washington and California.
Storm Rising – A Kelli Storm Novel is a Police Procedural and is the first book in a three book series. Storm Warning, book two in the series is now available on Amazon. Eye of the Storm, book three has a planned release of Fall 2013.
Kenneth currently lives in Irving, Texas.