New reviews for “Gutter Punk, Book 3“ and Enjoy an Excerpt

The above reviews were recently posted on Goodreads. Big thanks to readers for reviewing and rating works by indie authors ♥️😊♥️😊♥️

An excerpt from Gutter Punk:

Liz, a cop in her late thirties, had a few years on Quinn, the Youth Advocate. The two met during an investigation the prior year and it had been Liz who introduced Quinn to Mike.
“For a morning meeting, it drew a good-sized crowd,” Liz mentioned. Quinn looked in Mike’s direction, saw that he was in conversation with the man who had become so angry. Liz followed her gaze. They watched as Mike and the man parted company. The man left the building, cell phone again in hand.
“I feel for him,” Quinn told Liz. “I feel for all the businesses, but attacking each other isn’t going to help. And what of the punks? Many of these kids are in serious need of help. Most of them haven’t learned how to meet their own needs in ‘socially
acceptable’ ways. A lot of adults, privileged or struggling, either forget that or never realized it because their homes of origin were stable and caring.”
Quinn paused for a moment, took a deep breath. “Sorry. You already know my feelings. I try not to come off like a bitch, but how many of these business owners slept on the street when they were fifteen?” Liz nodded in agreement as Mike approached.
“What was that about? Liz asked Mike, referring to the conversation with the man ejected from the meeting. “Do you know him?”
Mike sighed. “I do know him, but not well. I’ve forgotten his name. He even told me again—Harry or Harvey maybe, but hell, I don’t remember. He’s not a bad guy. I was surprised he responded the way he did. He didn’t hear what Quinn had to say. I wanted him to know that she and her staff would try to help with the punks. Also, I told him I understood his frustration, but that yelling at his neighbors wasn’t helping. He agreed.”
Liz wondered if Mike was acquainted with the man through sobriety support meetings. It wasn’t her business so she wouldn’t ask. Respecting the man’s privacy, Mike wouldn’t tell her anyway.
“When people don’t know what to do, they feel powerless and look to place blame,” said Liz. “Cops see it all the time.”
“It’s a kind of a compassion fatigue,” said Mike. “People want to help. It’s in our nature. But the size of the problem eventually weighs a person down. You become emotionally and physically exhausted. It’s not only people in the community. Professionals fall into it–cops, teachers, caregivers, social workers. That’s why people who do this work have to take care of themselves. That’s why I run,” he said to Liz. “It’s not only about physical exercise.”
“That’s why I box,” Quinn said, nodding her agreement. “It helps keep my stress to a minimum. It’s a great work out.”
“Boxing, Quinn? How did you get into that?” Liz asked her with wide eyes. wide. “I’m impressed.” She was more the runner-weightlifter type. “It’s no big deal. I took a class at a gym. I needed to step up my work out. It was like nothing I’d done before. I just go at it with a heavy bag. The release is amazing. You should try it sometime.”
“Hey, I will keep that in mind,” Liz answered, thinking about punching a heavy
bag but doubting it would ever happen.

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