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, in preparation for my upcoming release, Rimshot's Hard Target, I'm offering snippets from The Navy's Ghost, a military romantic suspense, and Book 1 in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series. I call it my Menage a' SEALs. It's a MFM romance, and it's hot. Ensign Chris Brickman is in the hospital, but she's reliving her experience in SERE. She's being tortured in an effort to see if she can hack it as a SEAL. Author's note: Her nickname is Ghost.
He pulled her off the wall and slammed her back into it. Ghost turned her head to keep from breaking her nose, but she saw stars each time she hit.
She groaned and spat blood.
“Feel good, honey?”
“Oh yeah, best massage I’ve ever had.”
He snarled, throwing her backwards.
She landed hard on her hands, skinning them on the splintery floor. She hissed as the wood needles dug into the heels of her palms, but she rolled to one side to keep her weight off them.
The short man who’d first questioned her jerked her to her feet and thrust her into the chair again. It tipped backward so far it would’ve fallen had not the black man steadied it with his foot. He grasped her arms and pulled them up above the backrest. Her shoulders screamed from the pressure and Ghost bent her elbows to relieve the pain, but he yanked them straight and lifted.
Mr. Lech stood in front of her, his eyes blazing with anger and frustration. He braced his feet shoulder-width apart and swung his arm, hard. An open handed slap cracked into her left cheek and she spit blood in a wide arc across the wooden floor. Tears started in her eyes and rained down her face as her head rang like a bell.
“Talk!” Whack. “Tell us who you are!” Slam. “Talk, bitch!”
Each blow shook Ghost’s world and she lost track of the mantra that had saved her through countless hours and endless drills of Hell Week when her body screamed to shut down. Pain sang an aria in protest and she frantically searched for something to occupy her mind long enough for the others to get away.
She drew a shaky breath and filled her lungs to speak. Her tormentors stared at her with avid triumph as she opened her mouth.
Chris sang out the lines to Kookaburra Sits in the Old Gum Tree, the old song drawn from her childhood memory. She took a breath to finish, swearing she could hear the raucous bird giggling in the back of her head.
A moment of stunned silence permeated the shack while the men tried to understand what she’d sung.
“What did you say?” Mr. Lech demanded.
She repeated the refrain, her voice in tune but breathless.
“Who sent you, slut?” Mr. Lech roared in her face.
Fury rippled across Mr. Lech’s expression and he pulled his hand back for a blow to the side of her head. This is it. He’d coldcock her and she’d be done. She waited for the strike, still singing the Kookaburra refrain over and over again, until the world exploded in fire and light.
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