Okay, enough tomfoolery…
What?!? There’s never enough tomfoolery!!!
The theme for Kiss of Death’s Twitter #1lineWed is SOUND. So…here are some snippets from DOUBLE CROSS. If you don’t have your copy, you can snag it HERE! Or you can click on the book cover in this post, or the book cover over there on the right. So anyway, DOUBLE CROSS snippets today are all about the sound. For your reading enjoyment…
Cory gasped as the ground beneath her rumbled and lifted. Her ears rang from the explosion’s concussion as the sky lit up. A detached portion of her brain wondered if maybe dragons did exist outside the imagination while the part of her consciousness concerned with survival urged her to curl up in a ball. She didn’t have the chance because the two men each grabbed an arm and hustled her through the door.
The boy reared up in front of them. The big man on her right snatched the gun from the child and kept moving. Cory managed to glance back over her shoulder to make sure the little guy was okay. He stood there looking bewildered and lost. She didn’t have time to worry about him as the men dragged her around the hut and forced her into a run. Gunshots echoed and bullets ricocheted. She stumbled but her rescuers kept her upright even if her feet only touched ground every third step.
Duke steeled himself to deal with a hysterical female. He squatted in front of her. “Ma’am?” She blinked a couple of times but didn’t raise her head. Gentling his hand, he used one finger under her chin to tilt her head up. Blue. Yeah, her eyes were undeniably blue. Dark circles and fading bruises marred her face. She definitely hadn’t been with the renegade militia of her own volition. His jaw tightened, and a muscle under his eye jumped as he wondered if the bastards had done more than beat her.
He had to clear his throat before he could speak again. “Ma’am?”
“Doctor.” Her voice grated like sandpaper on rusty metal. “Dr. Coreen Prince. I work for DICA.”
“Doctors for International Children’s Aid,” Poison supplied. “They’re like Doctors without Borders only working with kids.”
And…one more for good measure because third time’s the charm, right?
Ordering his brain into neutral, [Duke] crossed his arms over his chest, tucked his chin, and closed his eyes. He’d sleep for an hour.
The sound was a soft one, barely registering on the outer limits of his hearing. A whoosh, like air escaping from a balloon. Fuck. Griffin missile. His body erupted into instinctive action even as he yelled orders. What the hell? His voice got lost in the roaring blast as the damn thing hit. The night lit up and everything went to shit.
So there you have it. And I hope you DO have it or are getting it ASAP. 😉 Not that I’m begging or anything. Speaking of, who got their newsletter yesterday and opened it? Because one lucky opener/reader of said newsletter gets a print ARC of NIGHT SHIFT, signed and everything! 😉