I'm ready for you

Since I'm already some three thousand words into Champion: A Just Cause Novel, I figured you might like a little taster of the third of the Mustang Sally books, so here is the beginning (in rough draft form, of course):

Sally had broken another treadmill; the people from Ford were going to be pissed.

She blamed the weather, of course. It had been a chilly winter, and an Arizona girl like her was miserable anytime the thermometer dropped below freezing. When she couldn’t run outdoors, as was her preference, she had a treadmill built especially for her by Ford engineers. They assured her it would be sturdy and operational up to speeds of three hundred miles per hour. That was less than half of her top speed, and honestly, nobody could keep in any kind of shape just trotting.

She was a speedster and a superhero and she was going to push herself, because someday she was going to break the speed of sound … on foot.

The treadmill had let her slowly ratchet up her speed past three hundred and approach four hundred miles per hour. Then the special low-friction carrier rollers started smoking as her feet blurred across the monofilament belt. The fumes reached her nose and she leaped off the machine just as the belt snapped and blasted a crater into the wall of the underground training facility for Just Cause, the greatest superhero team in the world.

Jack told her it had measured on the Richter scale, but she figured he was full of shit.

She’d been fortunate not to have been hurt; although her reflexes were fast enough to let her twist in the air like a cat and stop on a dime when needed, if she tripped or fell at those kind of speeds, well, there wasn’t a word for the kind of road rash she could suffer.

Nevertheless, she was out a treadmill, and Juice had made her call Ford and explain what happened.

Now she had to run outdoors in the ridiculous Arctic conditions that Denver called winter.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?” Jason walked into the room with a coffee pot swirling with cream and sugar in one hand. “You look like you’re expecting a blizzard.”

“I’m going to go run out in the frozen tundra,” said Sally. “It sucks.”

“Babe, it’s like forty degrees out there right now.” Jason eyed her slender form, wrapped up in a layer of thermals, sweatshirt, and a stocking cap with her logo sewn onto it that a fan had made for her. “You’re going to roast.”

Hope you enjoyed that tidbit!  I'll post further excerpts as I feel like sharing them.