Posey (Low #1.5) by Mary Elizabeth

up on my knees. “And we’re going to need all the brownie points we can get.”
    He starts the car.
    The crowd roars, and the law prepares.  
    “Drive, Lowen!” I shout, holding the bag above my head. “Get us the fuck out of here.”
    He presses his foot on the accelerator and rolls the tires forward, laughing as we gain speed. The money flies from my grip one-dollar bill at a time, floating in the air around us, painting the sky green in our victory.
    We were here.
    Even crooks love.

 
     

     

     
    Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets. 
    Known as The Realist, Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told. 
     
    “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure.”-- Jeremiah 17:9

 
     

     
    Sunny, Catherine, Paige, S.E. Chardou, and Hang Le, thank you. I may write the words, but it’s with your help that I’m able to follow my dreams.
    Heather White, I told you it wouldn’t be easy! Thank you for taking me on and keeping me on task.
    EK, my bestie! Thank you for being a constant source of inspiration.
    And always, to my family, thank you for believing in me.