Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
Today Rimshot's Hard Target is now available at Amazon and I'm offering snippets. It's technically Book 3 in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series, crossing over with Cat Johnson's Hot SEALs. CPO Kevin Stanton is talking to Jaime on their first breakfast date and he's learning why she became a private investigator specializing in missing persons.
He gestured to the menus. “Should we order breakfast? Just talkin’ to you makes me work up an appetite.”
“Oh, yes. I’m starved.”
Thank the good Lord she didn’t look it. He preferred his women curvy and soft, yet fit and strong. Jaime didn’t look like she could run a marathon, but the padding on her body settled on her boobs and butt, just where he liked it.
“We can’t have that. Let’s order before you wilt.”
“Heh. No chance of that. I’ve never swooned in my life.”
“Oh yeah?” He’d like her to swoon over him. “Why’s that?”
She dipped her chin, shooting him a look from under her brows. “No one was ever there to catch me. I’ve been my own hero for a long time.”
I’d change that in a heartbeat, sweetheart. “Maybe you ain’t found the right man for the job.”
“Oh, that’s definitely true.” She shook her head and smiled. “But I found I prefer to save my own ass rather than wait on him.”
“Ouch.” He pressed his fist to his chest over his heart. “Even heroes need at team behind them. What happened to your team?”
To his surprise, the humor left her face. “After my sister disappeared, my family kinda fell apart and the ‘all for one, one for all’ went by the wayside.”
His gut tightened at the sorrow in her voice, but the waitress came over to take their orders and he had to hold his questions. Jaime smiled and made her selection, but the smile didn’t return to her eyes and Kevin kicked himself for killing her mood. The waitress took their choices and he wondered if Jaime would talk more about her family.
“Is that why you became a private investigator specializing in missing persons?”
She shot him a confused look before her mind caught up on the conversation. “Oh, yes.”
Jaime sighed and sipped some of her coffee. “I don’t really know. My sister was in high school, four years older than me. Near as I can find out, she’d gone out clubbing with her friends and these college guys they’d met. Everyone was drinking and dancing.” She shrugged and he filled in the blanks. Everyone drunk and not paying attention.
“She went to the bathroom and never came back. No one noticed until they got ready to leave.” A horrible grimace pulled Jaime’s lips down. “She’d left her purse and cell phone on the table, so no way to track her. And this was back when cell phones were a new thing.”