I’m so excited to be welcoming Orion Gregory to Novel Kicks and the blog tour for his book, Serves You Right.

Justice isn’t blind in Orion Gregory’s Serves You Right—it’s calculating, ruthless, and watching every move.

Sydney Livingstone thought she’d found the perfect reset when she traded professional tennis for a badge in Walsh County. With her fiancé Enzo at her side and the promise of small-town calm, she expected routine cases and a sense of purpose. Instead, a vigilante calling himself The Enforcer shatters that illusion. His attacks leave behind bodies and chilling manifestos, and his reach extends further with each strike. Sydney’s badge makes her both investigator and target, drawing her deeper into a deadly game.

As media swarms the county and fear fractures the department, Sydney faces mounting suspicion that the danger may not only be outside, but within the very force she joined. Evidence points too close for comfort, colleagues grow wary, and a stalker begins haunting one of her fellow officers. With every step, Sydney must weigh loyalty against survival and uncover the truth before she becomes the next victim.

Orion has shared an extract from Serves You Right with us today. We hope you enjoy. 

(Warning: Language.)

*****beginning of extract*****

He looked over at Andrea, who was happily finishing a chili dog next to a side of circular, mangled fries. She was saying something about changing the drapes in the front window of her house, but Frank wasn’t listening.

His hamburger looked nauseating. Even the idea of taking a sip of beer made him want to vomit. The smell was now all-encompassing.

A pair of young boys chased each other, darting between tables. One bumped their table, causing some of Frank’s beer to spill.

“Undisciplined brats,” he muttered. “Can you imagine what kind of adults they’re going to be?”

Murderers? Spouse killers?

There goes Sheila again, funneling bullshit into my mind.

“We were all there once,” said Andrea. “Just ignore them.”

Frank smiled, wondering how Andrea wasn’t overcome by the disgusting smell. “You know what, I’m not really hungry,” he said. “I’m going to throw this stuff out.” Distracted by the unpleasant odor, Frank forgot about the possibility he was being followed. He fell into line behind two teenagers who were attempting to shove their trash inside an overflowing receptacle. The park seemed to be growing more crowded by the minute.

The park noises consumed Frank’s thoughts. Ice cream machines revved crazily in a high pitch, barbeque grills hissed louder than usual, and soda machines buzzed. Kids squealed at their parents while nearby game operators hollered at customers to step forward and win prizes.

He glanced upward, noticing hot-air balloons in the distance, moving toward the theme park. They were decorated with bold, contrasting colors. The late afternoon sun cast its light onto them, creating a living rainbow of color in the open air.

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