Who’s ready for today’s plan for WORD DOMINATION?!?! Today’s theme is family and oh, the possibilities. Two snippets, two books. In DOUBLE CROSS, the Navy is Duke’s family–until he finds new ties with Mother Goose and the Hard Target team. But today, it’s about Cory’s fanily.
Her dull gaze met his. “Were you sent to rescue me?”
“No.” Being blunt was part of who he was, but he winced at the disappointment his comment painted on her face.
She tucked her chin in a brief nod. “I surmised as much. I apologize if I’ve botched up your mission.”
“Not like we’d leave you behind, doctor.”
The woman watched him through eyes and a soul bruised beyond endurance. She looked utterly defeated. “Yes, well. I’m still sorry for slowing you down. I’ll do my best to keep up.”
A thought Duke didn’t like at all knocked on his brain and he had to ask. “You didn’t expect to be rescued, did you?”
Her breath hissed out in a slow huff. “No, I didn’t. I suspected there might be some question of ransom though I was told DICA doesn’t negotiate. Neither would my family.”
When her voice cracked on the last word, Duke figured it was time to back away. He’d let Poison deal with Dr. Prince. He was shocked when he found himself asking, “Your family doesn’t have the money?”
The bitter laugh she choked back surprised him. “Oh, the Princes have generations of money. But as the orphaned daughter with the misplaced priorities, I’m hardly worth spending it on.”
And jumping now to the WIP, RDR#3, which is all about the Barron family. 😆 Fans of the series will be happy to know that Cyrus is up to no good once again. FYI, this particular scene takes place contiguous to the Thanksgiving events in THE COWGIRL’S LITTLE SECRET, only from Clay’s POV.
Almost two hours later, his father strode in. Clay glanced up at the intrusion, surprised since Chance had assured everyone that Cyrus was in Las Vegas for the duration. He sat up straighter, recognizing the set of the man’s shoulders and the expression on his face.
“We need to talk.” The old man glowered, anticipating he’d vacate the chair behind the desk. Clay didn’t indulge him.
Irritated now more than when he’d walked in, his old man lowered himself into a less comfortable chair and didn’t wait to fire the opening volley. “Get your brothers. We have family business.”
Clay didn’t like the derisive tone in his father’s voice. “What sort of *family* business?”
“Cord and my grandson and that woman who wants to ruin them both. Now get the hell out of my chair. We’ll talk more after I deal with your thick-headed brother.”
So, what about the rest of you? Any snippets about families in the books you’re writing or reading? Inquiring minds want to know.