Hmmmm. I think this means I talk too much considering I have at least three chapters to go
Word Goal — 35,000
Actual Word Count — 36587
36587 / 35000 words = 105% done!
I’m wrapping up the next Pryde Ranch Shifters story and thought I’d give you a sneak peek…
Hair still damp from the shower, Jason DiCaplis walked into the football field his wife called a kitchen. And there she stood, the apple of his eye. And she was a total wreck. Instead of greeting her with a playful nip and a hug from behind, as was his habit, he wisely kept his mouth shut and stayed out of biting distance. Given her current mood, he’d just grab a quick snack and a cup of hot coffee and get out of her hair.
He yanked open the doors to one of the huge stainless steel refrigerators when a sting radiated across his left butt cheek.
He cocked his head at his wild-eyed mate. “Ow, woman! What the hell are you thinking?” He hopped back in time to avoid the tip of another expertly snapped towel.
“This is a big deal, and you’re moving too slow. Clear out so I can get on with… God, I don’t know how I’m going to have everything ready by the time they get here. I haven’t even finished all the prep and the staff are all doing other tasks so I don’t have any one to mise en place for me and…”
Really? Neesia had them all in the kitchen late last night slaving away over the ingredients she needed for the clan-sized meal she’d planned. All four of the Pryde sisters, plus himself and all the household staff had been called in. Even their pilot had been recruited. They’d sliced, diced and cut both themselves and the mountain of veggies, fruit, seafood, and whatever else Neesia cracked the whip about for this week’s visitors.
“Neesia, we did food prep for at least a hundred people just last night. I only have four friends coming.”
“But the scientists coming to work with K and K…”
“Rescheduled, remember? We’ll have a total of ten people, not a whole malnourished rugby team. This is fucking ridiculous, Neesia. I don’t like it when you worry this way.”
Ooooh, wait a minute. Said bustling woman wore the little green silk robe he loved, the one that fell just below her hips and left most of her thighs bare.
Forget breakfast. Neesia looked good enough to eat.
With one hand, he rubbed the welt forming under his shorts, and tried to wrap the other around the frazzled female bustling about the kitchen.
“Jason, stop it. I’m nowhere near done and they’ll be here this afternoon. Damn it, damn it, damn it.”
No answer. She’d wiggled out of his arms and buried her head in the freezer.
A bag of frozen prawns and some carrots crashed to the floor as she snatched and tossed various items in a flurry of movement. Okay, enough was enough.
He eased her back and away from the fridges, freezers, and anything else that was stainless steel and involved with cooking.
“Look, these are my friends. My family. You don’t have to go through all this stress. They’re going to love you.”
“But they’re important to you. Cooking for them is a big deal, damn it! I want it to be perfect!”
“Neesia, you’re yelling. And your hair is all over your head from running your hands through it. If you pull any out, I’m telling you now I’m going to be very upset with you. If you’re going to be bald, it should be all over, rather than just one spot in the top of your head.”
His words earned the chuckle he was after.
After all, Jason understood where she was coming from. Cooking for her family was important to her. It was an expression of love into which she put her all. But this was fucking nuts. The woman was wearing herself to a nub over pleasing his friends. And while Jason was flattered that she cared enough to go to these lengths simply because these people meant a lot to him, he was not pleased that she was weirding out over it. Nobody, not even the James boys, were worth risking her sanity. And if Jason prided himself on anything, it was taking care of his mate.
When she wouldn’t stop squirming trying to get back to the damned fridge, his patience slipped. A deep feline growl pushed its way past his throat and reverberated around the stadium sized kitchen. Neesia immediately stilled and cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Are you growling at me, Jason DiCaplis?”
“I’m going to do more than growl if you don’t stop this madness. Relax, or else.” The firm grip he had on her shoulders eased as the tips of his fingers traipsed down to her wrist to hold her still. Leaning in, he inhaled his favorite fragrance–the natural scent at the nook of her neck. God, the woman smelled so good. And it always drove him wild. Especially when the scent of her sex blended into the mix.
And he knew how to make her cream in record time. Knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it.
“Damn it, Jason. Not now,” she semi-demanded and tried to push him away. But her fingers flexed on his bare chest and then played in the sprinkle of hair there.
“Now is the perfect time. I think you’re overdue for a bit of stress relief.”
Cradling the back of her head, Jason held Neesia in place as he gently kissed her lips. Well, it started out gentle, anyway. But in mere seconds, the attempt at seduction grew into flat-out raunchy need. The need to devour rather than simply taste. The need to rut rather than distract. Bottom line–Neesia simply brought the freak out in him.
Remember the days when your friends used to try and hook you up with the local hottie? Or when your best friend let you cry on her shoulder and threatened to help you skewer said hottie when he turned out to be a jerk? Yes? Then you’ll enjoy this weeks theme – friends. There’s nothing like a true friend. They know all about you and still like you anyway!
Here’s an excerpt from ‘On the Prowl‘ (formerly published as Primed to Pounce). Afterward, enjoy the goodies from all the fabulous Snippet Saturday authors via the links below.
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“Gary and I are divorced, Pam. We’ve been separated for more than a year and the dissolution was final last week.” She watched Pam closely, not realizing she held her breath until her chest started to ache. To Delaine’s surprise, Pam looked relieved.
“Oh thank god! It’s about damn time,” Pam said, sticking a finger up in the air while doing a seated version of the happy dance. “I never told you this in all the years we’ve been friends because I didn’t want to speak against what made you happy, but I’ve never liked Gary. You gave and gave and gave to him, but he always made it seem like he was some kind of martyr for being married to you. It’s about time you cut that loser off your apron strings.”
“He left us, Pam,” Delaine said, the heat in her voice directed at her no-good ex rather than Pam’s revelation that she’d never liked him. When Pam’s face fell, Delaine giggled at her friend’s incredulous expression. She obviously hadn’t been expecting to hear this. But Pam, being Pam, recovered from the shock quickly and was as pissed off as Delaine had ever seen her. But she didn’t miss the hint of sadness in the woman’s dark brown eyes.
“After all you’ve done for him, he left you? Left your children? I don’t believe it! The bastard! That son of a …”
Delaine quietly cut her off mid-rave.
“Pam, it’s fine. I’ve moved on. It’s been tough being alone after so many years, but I’m fine. Really.”
“I know exactly what you need. You need to get out and meet some new people.”
Delaine immediately shook her head, adamantly mouthing the word no. Pam kept right on talking.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Pam squealed, setting her cooling cup of coffee down once and for all to silently clap her hands. “There’s a group called The Charlotte/Mecklenberg Professionals Group. It’s where folks who are new to the area can meet other professional singles to hang out with.”
“Look, I’m not interested in the meat market thing, okay?” Delaine said firmly, pointing a single finger at her friend.
“No, girl, it’s not like that. It’s a place for professionals, like yourself,” Pam said, warming to the topic. “They do a lot of recreational stuff, you know, they network, go boating, dancing, take trips to the mountains and junk like that—not a teeny bopper, get-me-some-coochie type group.”
The lioness had been content to doze in the back of Delaine’s mind. Now, Delaine felt Sapa sit up on her haunches, fully alert, her ear pricked forward as she listened closely to what Pam was saying.
“Is it safe?” Delaine asked. The lioness and she both tilted their heads thoughtfully.
“Definitely. You won’t find anybody like me in the whole place!”
Delaine’s laughter drew the gaze of a few nosey folks seated at the table next to them. She pulled her outburst down to a chuckle and looked up at Pam through lowered lashes as she thought about her suggestion. So there was a place for professionals looking to meet up with others? Definitely not Pam’s style. She’d be more comfortable at a titty bar. One-stop shopping, no intellect required. The woman had always been a free spirit, not afraid to tell a man she wanted a good lay and a good bye. Not like Delaine, who’d settled for less than mediocre sex for the entire length of her eighteen-year marriage. But now the divorce was final. Was there a reason she shouldn’t get out and meet people, get on with her life?
“It’s an exclusive, invitation-only group, Del. I’ll try to get you into the social this Friday night. I put you down to get your hair done on Saturday so you can fill me in on how it went. Oh, and wear something nice. They’re meeting at the Duke Mansion this time. Real swanky place.”
When Pam pulled out the appointment book she never went anywhere without, flipped it open and penciled her name in, Delaine resigned herself to her fate with a sigh. She entered both her hair appointment and the social into her PDA and packed it back into her briefcase.
“If it’s not your type of thing, how do you know so much about it?” Delaine asked, pulling a few dollars out of her wallet for the tip.
“A client of mine runs the outfit. She’ll arrange VIP treatment, so no worries.”
“All right then. I’ll see you Saturday. And this social thing better be fun or I’m gonna talk about you bad when I walk into your shop.” She smiled, kissed her friend on the cheek and rose from the table.
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Megan Hart — Read in bed!
There’s nothing quite like falling in love. And there’s certainly nothing like falling in love after you’ve had your heart ripped out of your chest, right?Everything has a beginning, every adventure starts somewhere. In today’s Snippet our girl, Delaine, has been through the mother of all divorces and has moved to a new city to take her life back. Oh, and did I mention she’s a kickass undercover agent?
In this Snippet, our hero, Justin, meets Delaine. She’s the woman of his dreams. There’s one problem – he’s seen her somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be…
This was my debut novel that received 4 stars from RT. I just received the rights back for it, and you’ll see it up for sale again soon. In the meantime, enjoy! Then head over to the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the page.
Justin lifted his eyebrows with a perfected dumb-as-a-rock, need-more-information-please look. He knew it had the intended affect when Delaine chuckled.
“I work for a company that specializes in providing analytical solutions to pharmaceutical and biotech manufacturers. We help them map out their production processes in a hierarchical manner. Then they can retrieve data from multiple databases for any part of their process. It enables them to do analysis just like that,” she explained with a quiet snap of her fingers. “My job is to work with my customer’s business community and scientific process engineers. I help them determine how they plan to use their data for analysis then we can build the graphical representation of the process, or hierarchy, appropriately. Make sense?”
Justin nodded. He knew exactly what she was talking about, but he kept his expression neutral. This woman was alluring, sexy as hell, and he was instantly attracted to her. But she’d just confirmed that she was definitely involved in what he was investigating at Astin Pharma. When he’d sighted her in The Vault, it hadn’t been an interesting coincidence after all. Damn.
“So, Justin, what do you do?” Delaine asked. Mimicking his behavior, she dipped her own finger into the whipped cream on their dessert then licked it off with a mischievous grin.
Justin’s eyes zeroed in on the pucker of her mouth as her dark cherry lips curled around her finger. He couldn’t decide if he should choke on his wine or swallow his tongue. So he did both.
Out of her seat in a flash, Delaine circled around the table and starting thumping him right in the middle of his back. Damn, the woman has a strong hand, he thought, wondering if he would have bruises where she whacked him in her effort to clear his windpipe.
“Are you all right? Oh goodness, my first outing in this town and I’ve already half killed a man!” Delaine growled, and kept right on beating the hell out of him. Justin’s hacking cough turned into a raspy chuckle. She’d sounded so sincere, he couldn’t help laughing.
“I’m fine, Delaine, really,” he wheezed around a final hack. He held up his hands to ward her off in hopes that she wouldn’t pound him again. Well, the physique he’d glimpsed when he’d watched her disappear down the tunnel in The Vault obviously hadn’t been a play of the dim lighting. He smiled big and shook his head in delight. The woman was a treat. The smile vanished when, all on its own, his mind filled with thoughts of his tongue sliding along her smooth cocoa skin to discover what this rich treat tasted like. His cock filled right along with his mind. Hungrily he watched her pretty almond-shaped eyes turn all soft and feminine, then widen as he reached out and took one of her hands. He leaned forward and spoke quietly, his fingers a feather-light caress over the back of her hand.
“Thank you for saving my life, beautiful.”
Delaine settled back into her chair, her face on fire with a fierce blush. She’d totally overreacted to his little bout of choking, but here he was thanking her. And looking at her like she was the most beautiful female on the planet. His gaze slammed into her and those damned butterflies stirred once more.
She could only nod. His expression was so lusty she couldn’t look into his eyes another second. It did funny things to her belly, made her want to pull him across the table and jump his bones on top of the remainder of her apple tart.
“Delaine, I know a little jazz club not far from here. You game?” he asked, not bothering to hide the huskiness in his voice. He watched her body language closely and her eyes flashed such a wide range of emotions so quickly he couldn’t catch them all. His eyes followed her tongue from one side of her inviting mouth to the other as she licked her lips nervously. For a moment, he thought she might turn him down. Relief stilled an uneasy flutter in his gut he hadn’t noticed was there until she nodded and allowed him a glimpse of her dimples once more.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He left the table, strode to the coat check. From a distance Justin could have sworn she was mumbling to herself, but as soon as she saw him approaching, she stilled. He slipped the heavy black cloak around her shoulders and put on his own coat before offering his arm to her again.
She looked up at him warily, her brows knit in a tight furrow of suspicion. He hadn’t realized until this moment that he hadn’t asked which coat was hers but had simply retrieved the one his investigator’s mind logically picked out—an ankle-length black cloak with fox fur around the large hood that said “class” loud and clear. He knew exactly what she was thinking. Softly, he said, “Baby, I’ve watched you from the moment you walked in the door. You’re the only woman here classy enough to wear something like this.” He fingered the thick, soft material at the neck and secured the clasp, grazing her soft cheek with the backs of his fingers.
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Ooooh, things are getting a bit strange in our world of spirit guides and their charges. Mad men and kidnappers are running amok from Italy to Egypt, all in search of our heroine. Enjoy this snippet from Egyptian Voyage (available on Amazon.com, BN.com and on sale at 35% off at Smashwords with this code –>AQ73D), then visit the fabulous Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of this post. Mwahahahaaa!
A single finger trailed over her shoulders and across the back of her neck as he moved around and around her still body.
“We are in Qarafa.” At her blank stare, he continued. “What Westerners would call The City of the Dead.”
“The City of the Dead,” he repeated in a disconcerting flat-sounding timbre. “This place was an important burial ground hundreds of years ago, now the poor gather here. Thousands of them. Just think, among soaring minarets, mosques, elaborate tombs of sultans and their families, live ordinary men and women. In fact, a lovely widow lives in a tomb room just a few doors down with her children.”
“But, but how?” Chrys stammered. Not from nervousness—she was too angry for that—but from the simple inability to fathom anyone living in a place like this.
“We have not so much thought of cemeteries as a place of the dead, but rather a place where life begins,” Eden replied. “The new tenants have adapted where the families of the dead used to come to spend time with their departed loved ones. Now the grave markers serve as desks and shelves, while strings hung between gravestones are used to dry laundry. As for the light, they’ve brought in the electricity by wires over the roofs coming from the nearby mosque. Pity, really.”
Well, the name certainly fit the place. The City of the Dead—northern Cairo’s four-mile-long walled necropolis that now housed thousands of families and countless small businesses. In this day and age? Amazing.
But it didn’t explain why the hell he’d brought her here. Not to mention he seemed too refined to have a “room” in this place for any virtuous purpose.
“She thought I was wrong, you know. But I wasn’t, it was her. She’d made the mistake, stupid bitch.”
Okay, the words insane and crackpot came to mind. Chrys bit her tongue and let the man rant.
“Even pharaohs make mistakes. Sometimes deadly ones. But it really doesn’t matter. With you at my side, I have no need of another pharaoh or harem mistress. The tarot was connected to the Rahn asshole after all.”
Then Eden threw back his head and laughed as if the funniest joke in all of creation had just been told. Oookay? When the cackling ceased, Chrys took a slow breath, forced her words to emerge meek and humble.
“What tarot, Eden? I’d really like to understand.”
Hmm. That seemed to please the walking nut job.
With a smile, he stopped circling and stopped in front of her. From his left breast pocket, he removed a beautiful card covered with gold, black and lapis blue Egyptian symbols and hieroglyphs.
“It was the Empress. This card represents the Empress, see? I always selected different, and sometimes unusual, suits of cards, but she always explained them to me. But after I saw you for the first time aboard ship, I kept selecting this same card over and over. And always upside down. Stupid pharaoh had me believing it was because you were losing interest in the Rahn asshole.”
The bottom of Chrys’ stomach danced with unease. Now this was getting freaky. Right, as if Edenweren’t already in that category. She held her thoughts to herself, demanded her fists to remain still. Giving away the fact that her hands were no longer tied would probably make the man stop talking.
And that simply wouldn’t do. Her mate wanted a confession and, damn it, she was going to get him one.
“But you weren’t losing interest in him,”Eden rounded on her with a snarl. “You had no interest in me. But that will change, I promise you. I still don’t understand why he didn’t die.” Eden’s head tilted just a hair to the right, his expression one of genuine bewilderment.
“Die?” Chrys uttered in shock, and this time was no act.
“Yes, die, damn it all. He was supposed to die. I know I cut him in the right spot. But you came and did something to him. What did you do to him? All I wanted to do was stomp his brains out when I came into your apartment and saw you covered with his blood. You were moving toward the phone to call for help while that damned Rahn moaned like a foaling cow on the bathroom floor.”
Chrys fought for calm, begging her spirit guides to send her a large dose and fast. Adonei’s power still pulsed through her body and she fought to keep her temper under control, fought to keep the fierce force of the lion leashed.
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Mandy M Roth
Today’s Snippet Saturday theme is author’s choice. Honestly I actually like having a specific theme because I love so many books it’s tough to pick a scene that I want to post. And I obviously can’t post the whole book, right *bleh* ;D
So I think I’ll choose something a bit sassy from a book where all the characters have a bit of pizzazz in one way or another. After the excerpt be sure to visit all the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the page.
Copyright 2006 by TJ Michaels
One more step and his erection thudded against her stomach, just underneath her breasts and partially hidden by the frothing water. Her heart rate kicked up into overdrive and breathing was a whole lot higher on the scale of important things to do. Okay, time to go. So, why weren’t her legs carrying her the hell out of the damned hot tub?
“Chrysalyn?” he asked, seeking her permission to touch with a whisper-soft plea against the side of her face. With her butt rooted to the spot, she watched one of his large, strong hands move toward her face to remove her sunglasses as the other tipped her chin up just before his lips brushed sensuously against hers.
“Chrys, baby, I’ve missed you so much.” His breath was a barrage of peppermint flowing over her cheek, followed by Eskimo kisses. When was the last time she’d rubbed noses with a man, or anyone for that matter?
His perfectly chiseled body scant inches from hers sent the blood dancing in her veins as the heat in her own skin threatened to out heat the bubbling tub. God, why had he always been able to get to her like this? Especially when she should totally hate the bastard—the dark-haired, tawny-eyed, gorgeous and seemingly sincere bastard. The knowledge that he could move her like no one else pissed her off.
*Or perhaps you are more angry with yourself?* Adonei queried as he faded to a little corner of her mind.
Nope! She was not angry with herself. Even if she had made every dumb decision possible during that rocky period while on the rebound from Rahn. Even if he would have crawled back, she’d simply been too proud to forgive him, determined to stay with the fiancé from hell just to prove a point.
Oooh, but now he nibbled that little spot he knew she liked while whispering her name between little bites.
“God, Chrysalyn, you taste so good,” he murmured against her slightly parted lips before covering her mouth with his. Any gentle intent dissolved into pure lust as he entangled his tongue with hers. She felt herself slip under his spell, felt the petals of her sex tingle and burn, and it had nothing to do with the heat of the hot tub.
Then she was suddenly empty. Rahn was there, but in her mind, she was utterly, totally alone.
Usually an expert at schooling her features, her emotions slipped out of her grasp and ran away from her. The panic that reared up to press against the middle of her chest was etched clearly across her face. Adonei! He was gone. They’d never been apart since the day she’d met him as a child. Why? Why now?
*I am here, Chrysalyn, but I would not disrespect you or your mate by intruding upon your mating.*
‘What? Adonei, don’t you dare leave me!’ she wailed in her head.
*Your mate will take good care of you. Do not worry. I will be near.*
‘My mate? What’s with this mate stuff? Adonei? Come back!’
“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Rahn asked, letting her push away just a bit. The concern in his voice, accompanied by a little shake, broke through the wall of fear quickly erecting itself around her heart and snatched her back to the present.
“Are you all right?”
Her gut clenched painfully. All right? Hell no, she wasn’t all right, but it would be a seven-below-zero day in hell before she admitted it. He couldn’t possibly understand the emptiness in her head, the little void in her heart that was always filled with Adonei’s presence. Just the thought of being alone inside her own mind was downright terrifying.
Rahn crooned into her ear, holding her tenderly, gently massaging the muscles of her back. “You look afraid. You know I won’t hurt you, love.”
Still shaken from Adonei’s absence, she snapped, “I’m not afraid of you, Rahn.” And moved to jump out of the tub.
Rahn’s hand wrapped firmly around her biceps just as her toe hit the edge of the Jacuzzi. She froze.
“I’m sorry, Chrys. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said quickly, his smooth voice full of concern. The pained expression in his deep amber eyes moved something buried inside her she’d thought long dead—the ability to receive comfort from a man. That comfort eased through her heart, mind and body, worked its way to her head and calmed her fears.
SNIPPET SATURDAY AUTHORS – ENJOY!
Mandy M Roth
You know, when I first started thinking on this theme I was thinking it referred to important calendar dates. You know, like an anniversary or birthday or date of a memorable event, whether good or not so good. Then it dawned on me that an important date could be that first date, or the dinner date that your beau asked you to marry him or whatever.
And for the first few days I couldn’t think at all of a single excerpt from any of my books! At the time Iwas traveling for work, looking for a new house while away from home, dealing with any other myriad of things and my poor brain was just tired. In the end, I picked an excerpt where the heroine was so wrapped up in what was going on in her head that she wasn’t seeing what was really in front of her. She was missing the forest for the trees…kind of like me right now.
So enjoy this excerpt from Primed to Pounce where Delaine Jeris, our heroine, is so caught up in what she thought was a wrong done against her, that she almost misses out on her dude.
Enjoy, then visit the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of this post ;D
Excerpt from Primed to Pounce
by TJ Michaels
Copyright @ 2006, All Rights Reserved
*Stop running, Suta. Embrace our mate. He comes.*
‘Yeah, whatever,’ Delaine words were flat and uncaring, and in truth, she hadn’t really been listening to what Sapa was saying to her along the bond.
The sleek mountain cat rolled her eyes and stalked away to a quiet corner of Delaine’s mind. Before she retreated, Delaine felt her frustration. Well, she could forget about meditating. All she could think about was Justin. Justin’s lips. Justin’s hands on her body. Justin treating her like the queen he proclaimed her to be. Cooking for her. Taking her on road trips.
Justin sleeping with her best friend. Rather, a chick that was supposed to be her friend.
She wanted to knock herself in the head. What had she been thinking to get involved with him anyway? He was too nice, too perfect. And you know what they say—if it looks too good to be true, it probably is. So here she was again, in a relationship with a man who couldn’t keep his dick out of another woman’s pants. Her boss might think he was a good guy, but Delaine saw him as nothing but Gary-Number-Two.
Grumbling under her breath, she rose from the back porch and stomped into the cabin. She hit the sheets early, determined not to lose any more sleep over Justin, Pam or her job.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
What the hell was that? On silent feet, Delaine jumped out of bed with her gun in hand. She checked the lock on the window in her bedroom then edged her way to the small living room.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Someone was banging on the door like they were the police. That was fine, because if it wasn’t the police, whoever it was would limp away with a bullet in the ass.
“Delaine! Open the door!”
She lowered her weapon and clicked on the safety. Justin? Oh my god. How the hell had he found her? Okay, now that was a stupid question, she thought, shaking her head. The man worked for one of the most sophisticated covert organizations in the country. Of course he could find her.
Geesh, Delaine, get it together, girl, she grumbled at herself. ‘And Sapa, stop all that pacing. It’s making me dizzy.’ An irritated growl resonated along the bond.
Sapa had told her Justin would come for her. She hadn’t believed it one whit, not while he had someone else’s warm body to bury his cock in. But Sapa had been wrong, in a manner of speaking. He hadn’t come for her. The bastard had come for Pam. And when she was finished with him, he’d wish he’d kept his distance
With her gun fisted on her hip, she yanked the door open and glared up at him under the light of the single bulb illuminating the small front porch.
“What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you with Pam?”
Justin drew his neck back, arched a brow and looked down at her like she was crazy.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Delaine ignored his innocent, confused expression and ground her words into his face. “You. Slept. With. Pam! You bastard!”
“I slept with Pam? You’ve got to be kidding me!” he laughed.
Delaine quirked a brow, not seeing any humor in the situation. His laugh seemed genuine enough, but this was a man whose job was to be an expert at hiding who he really was. As are you. She ignored that little voice and, seeing no humor in the situation, scowled at him and his stupid laughter.
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This week’s Snippet Saturday theme is hot spots. One of the places I would love to go on vacation is the island of Ibiza in the Mediterranean. It’s one of the ports of call for the cruise ship carrying our hero and heroine as they attempt to catch a killer. After a night of passion with her lover, undercover agent, Chrysalyn Geyer, heads into Ibiza to blow off some steam with her two spirit guides, Adonei and Mahpiya. Can we say, bad ass African lions, boys and girls?
Enjoy this excerpt from Egyptian Voyage then visit all the Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post.
“Ibiza and Formentera have been a popular destination for visitors from overseas for thousands of years, but unfortunately it is only during the last few decades that these frequent visitors have brought money with them on their visits to the islands.”
Hardy har har. Chrys winced at the dry humor.
‘I am bored out of my head. I think I’ll go off on my own,’ Chrys whispered along her link with her lions. Strange how Mahpiya occupied the same space now, yet the feline was separate and apart from her awareness of Adonei. Almost like they had their own special connection without excluding “the guys”.
*Chrysalyn, it is not wise to venture off alone,* the lioness said firmly.
Apprehension snaked through the link and Chrys felt compelled to listen to the big cat and do exactly as she suggested. She pushed the strange feelings away.
‘I’ve got two bad-assed African lions with me. What do I possibly have to be afraid of?’
The uneasiness of the previous moment surged into full-blown protective instinct. Mahpiya was concerned for her. But why?
‘May I call you Mah, like Rahn does?’ she asked respectfully.
‘Thank you. Now, Mah, what’s going on? I can feel you’re on full hunter alert. And shouldn’t one of you be with Rahn?’
Neither lion said a word for what felt like eons. Their postures seemed easy enough, but tension wrapped around the bond like a tangible thing. They were hiding something. But if Mahpiya was anything like Adonei, no amount of harping in the world would get her to spill.
Sigh. Well, perhaps she’d try anyway. Even picking away at the patience of a spirit guide had to be less boring than this stupid tour she’d signed up for.
‘Well, since neither of you are telling, I guess I’ll drop it.’ For now. ‘Meanwhile, let’s go into the heart of town and explore. Maybe get some lunch.’ Chrys didn’t wait for them to answer or give permission. With a farewell wave to an older couple she’d met while debarking off the ship, she turned and left the droning tour guide and the group of tourists behind her.
Down the road was a row of modern restaurants and shops, all top-notch according to her research. There was one that specialized in rare gifts. Oooh, and they carried Dominican Republic hand-rolled cigars. Wow. Would Rahn enjoy something like this? He’d never smoked in her presence, but a man of such impeccable taste might appreciate a seasoned mild cigar. For her, there was nothing better than a Tatiana groovy-flavored smoke with an after-dinner dessert. Or the coffee-flavored smoke of a Kahlua cigar mixed with the cool smoothness of a cream-laced beverage. Yum.
With her purchases tucked into her day bag, Chrys walked up a hill, turned down a quiet street and settled for a small mom-and-pop cafe for lunch. Suppressing laughter at Mah and Adonei’s antics, she stepped through the door and was immediately shown to a table out back with a clear view of the sea’s crystal blue waters off in the distance.
The food was fabulous. She’d never been a big fan of Mediterranean food, but this stuff was wonderful. With every kind of cuisine under the sun to choose from, perhaps the French five-star restaurant down the street would get a visit before she headed back to the ship later. After all, Ibiza was no backwater island, but a place where the young and chic came to vacation.
Her companions were quite a pair. The faint image of the two lions grooming each other lovingly as she sipped a cup of espresso produced an inward smile. Then the next instant, Mah swatted at Adonei’s head after he’d said something so totally male even Chrys grimaced. The lioness was quick-witted and even quicker with her claws. And, of course, Chrys had to throw in her two cents, usually on Mah’s side. Soon Adonei was mumbling about catty women who were too smart for their own good, and perhaps he would go and keep Rahn company after all. Chrys bit the inside of her cheek and tried to keep her mirth under wraps—not smart to have the locals thinking she’d gone bonkers by laughing at someone they couldn’t see.
After lunch, she stepped out into the bright afternoon sunshine. The sun was dazzling, shining off the many white stone churches common in every town on the island.
Then the hairs on the back of her neck hit orbit, standing on end as the bottom fell out of her stomach. Someone was watching her.