Sorry if I sound wonky and a little fuzzy! I’ve been in the writing cave for a bit too long this time around. Heck, I wasn’t sure what day of the week it was until I came up for air around ten last night. After three days straight of constant wordage and dealing with multiple characters ‘tudes, things can get a little blurry. Speaking of time, anyone else want to know where the first fifteen days of the year went?
With release day for Hexing the Alpha right around the corner, my mind is a mixture of quotation marks, periods, and hunky man pictures like this one…
A little Jake Monroe from Hexing the Alpha
And this one…
Inspiration behind Joel Cordona (new hero of the Sexy Siesta series)
Hey, it’s all in the name of inspiration, right? My imagination can do many things, but a little eye candy always helps the word count flow smoothly. 😉
*cough* As I was saying, I’m getting into the groove of the new year with several releases on the list, but more on those as they come along. In the mean time, how about a snippet from my latest release, Sunrise for Three? Have you met Marc, Mia, and Colt? If not, I’ve been told they are a steamy trio to get held up in Mexico with, but you be the judge. 😉 Do you think two Former Recon Marines and a fearless sexy Latina stand a chance with love while fighting against a ruthless cartel leader? You’ll have to read their story to discover if they get a sexy Sunrise for Three!
EXCERPT from Sunrise for Three
The gauzy white fluff of the curtain blew into her face, followed by a gust of wind from outside scented with the salty brine of the ocean. The curtain whipped back and forth in the strong wind then returned to lie against the window. Something red caught her attention, and she tried to lift her hand to finger the strange bright red substance, but her arm wouldn’t budge.
Heat blossomed out from her right shoulder and it dropped her to one knee. Air lodged in her lungs and her heart beat erratically. ¿Que diablos?
Her vision blurred from a shroud of cold that settled over her. Like every ounce of her blood had drained, leaving nothing but a wash of cold tingles behind.
It all happened so quickly, her mind unable to make sense of anything. Male voices called to her, but she couldn’t reach them. Someone was moving her, pulling her deeper into the living room. She worked her legs, but she couldn’t get solid footing beneath her. Her body a paralyzed dead weight.
Pain swiftly replaced the burst of initial cold.
More bullets pelted the walls and other windows, sending the glass crashing into the unforgiving Spanish tiled flooring.
In a sudden rush, every nerve ending between her brain and shoulder came alive with bolts of electricity that raked across her chest and arm in waves of blinding pain. Warm liquid wet her T-shirt and the only thought that came to mind was it wasn’t her T-shirt. She had borrowed it.
Marc pulled her behind the couch and leaned her against the baseboard. “Let me see how bad.” He shoved his sidearm into the waistband of his jeans, then gently peeled back the collar of her shirt. She grimaced. “¡Hijole…wow!”
“Don’t move, darling. I’ve got you.”
His voice anchored her and helped clear the fog her mind had slipped behind to avoid the pain from the bullet that pierced her flesh. The full force of it rooted in her brain and she fought against the black veil lulling her closer. She shook her head. Her heart raced and she knew if she closed her eyes if only for a second that she would pass out. She’d be damned if she would be some damsel in distress princess.
“Did it go through? Graze her? What?” Colt kneeled beside her, holding both sides of her face. “She’s looking really damn pale, man.”
Three more rounds pinged against the cement column dividing the windows from the sliding back door just off to their left. Too close for comfort, but the men didn’t even flinch. “Look at me, sweetheart. This is going to hurt like a mother, but he has to do it.”
“Ahí. Puta madre,” she gritted out a string of expletives at Marc. He slipped her arm out of the sleeve of her shirt and lifted the now bloody rag over her head and discarded it on the floor. Black dots danced in her vision. She didn’t want to pass out.
“She’s bleeding, but it’s a clean hit that split an inch gash along her shoulder. It might have nicked the bone, but I can’t see.”
It felt like something hit bone.
She bit into the flesh of her lip and tried to calm her breathing.
“We need some backup and fast, man. The fuckers have us out gunned with Ak-47s. Shots sound like they’re still coming from open water. Could be the waves messing with the sound, but—”
“You’re right. I saw them. Not them, but a boat earlier when I was standing by the window. It just didn’t click at the time.”
Marc and Colt looked at each other over the top of her head.
“Oh, darling, we are going to have a fucking serious talk about you not giving us all Intel when it happens, woman. Wait here.”
Sunrise for Three Copyright © 2014 Talina Perkins
Mia had one helluva week and I must admit, it was really fun watching her find her footing with two very sexy Marines!
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