Wow. The time has come to finally do a Teaser Tuesday for my current WIP, Rebel Souls. I've been letting little one or two sentences teasers slip out on Facebook, but today I am going to share a fairly good chunk with you.
In case you aren't up to date on what I've been working on, Rebel Souls is a New Adult Romantic Suspense that will release sometime in late 2014. It's a little gritty, a little dark, a little steamy, and a whole lot of action.
“I thought I told you to run.” She finds her way over to Santos’ desk and jumps up on it, her legs crossing over one another. She’s watching me this time and I can’t help but wonder what exactly must be going through her head.
The strap of her shirt falls off her shoulder as she shrugs.
“I did run. I just didn’t run away.” She smirks. She’s trying to play me for a fool and I don’t like it. “Are you going to help me or not, Alma Rebelde?” I grind my teeth at her perfect Spanish and a satisfied smile appears on her pink lips. “So it is true. You guys actually exist. I thought maybe I made a mistake when I followed you after you took care that guy who-“
“ELIAS.” I snap around and am face-to-face with Santos. Fire ignites in his eyes and I slam the door shut behind me, thankful to put a barrier between myself and the one person who was about to undo everything I worked so hard for. “What the hell is this girl talking about? Is she saying she saw you last night? While you were on a mission? You got caught by a woman?” He spat the words out with such disgust, you would think he never got laid in his life. “Honestly Elias, I thought after five years I wouldn’t have to worry about something like this and from you of all people.”
“Oh fuck off.” Santos froze. Apparently all rational thoughts escaped me. Another damn mistake. What was my problem? “That’s not what happened. She was being held at gunpoint in an alley by O’Conners after I finished. I couldn’t just walk away and you know it. We’re supposed to protect the innocent, aren’t we?” He didn’t answer. I saw the war raging inside him. It matched mine. “Well that girl in there was innocent last night. She was supposed to run. I told her to leave and never look back. I didn’t think she would follow me. What kind of girl sticks around after having a gun pressed to her head?”
“A desperate one.” Santos counters without hesitation.
“I can hear you, you know. This room isn’t sound proof.” Her feminine voice is a harsh contrast to our own. I let the door swing open, my body still blocking the entryway and her only chance of escape. She sits in the same spot on the desk, her feet swinging freely in front of her. “But you’re right. I am desperate. And like I told you before - I need your help and you are my last resort. Do you know how long it took me to find you guys? For how much everyone talks about you, I would think it would be a lot easier to track you down.”
I look from her, to Santos who lets out a defeated sigh, and finally back to her. “What’s your name, blondie?”
She hops off the desk and lands gracefully on her feet like some kind of freaky gymnast. “Claire Olsen.” Her arms fold across her chest as she shifts her weight to one side. “Now are you going to help me find my sister or not?"