I am as excited as I can be about this! Here's a snippet (I love those sassy ladies).
She leaned down and kissed his mouth, slipping her hand under his arm and between the folds of the towel as she did. “This shit stops now.”
Her words bitch-slapped him and some of the fog lifted. The boat rocked slightly as the ocean’s current moved underneath and around. Depending on where the boat is anchored, it can either be sitting still or rocking. Vince did not have any idea what Castillo knew about boats, except that he owned this one, if not while he was living with Rowan, then now. He guessed the SOLD sign that sat in the window when he and Ro had come aboard last night had something to do with Castillo. He got aboard somehow.
Vince heard male voices, and guessed both Castillo and Junior were outside together. To the casual observer, this would be the time to make a move. When the victims are separated from the victimizers, things can become unbalanced, so maybe you make the move. But it sure as shit would not be Rowan’s doing.
His left hand grabbed up her wrist in a grip worthy of the healthiest man, and his face grew hard as stone. “No. No you don’t.”
“Let me handle this,” she hissed. “I won’t lose you to him.”
“This is not your job,” he growled. “This is not what you do.” Vince turned his head so he could see the two men more clearly, outside, in an obvious disagreement over something. Yes. This was the time to move.
“This will not go well for you,” he whispered. “Back off now.” His face was red with rage. Rowan fingered the pink sapphire necklace that rested easy between her breasts and hidden under her shirt. She recalled its meaning, and what she had agreed to. The man was not wrong. She was the last person who should be wielding a gun at anyone, but she was determined to see this nightmare ended and Vince in the hospital where he belonged. She would handle him and his sour temper easily enough once he was under hospital care. Men became quite vulnerable when donning a gown with no back, and tubes sticking out of their arms.
“How dare you threaten me,” she snipped. “And besides, you’re in no condition to do much of anything to anyone.”
“The time to make a move is now.”
“I know that.”
“Not you. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” she hissed, “And if you get hurt I will kill you!”
“Get downstairs with the kids.”
“No. No, I won’t do that.” Wisely, Rowan let go of the gun and repositioned the towel under Vince’s arm.
He scooted into a more advantageous position and gave the towel under his arm another tug. “I’m keeping track of how many times you argue with me, lady.”
“Oh, spare me.”
“That...” He winced in pain. “That is something I will not be doing when the time comes.”
“You’re hallucinating. Rest.” She kissed him on the mouth and moved into a position to stand when a single shot rang out.
Jade Cary writes Romantica and Romantic Suspense, on the rocks with a twist. Bottoms up!
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A FADED ROMANTIC
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ART OF AUTHORITY
BASIA ROSE, AUTHOR
BLACK VELVET SEDUCTIONS
BOTTOMS UP BOOK REVIEWS
CARA BRISTOL, AUTHOR
CDD FOR LIFE/PATTY DEVLIN
CELESTE JONES, AUTHOR
THE DISCIPLINED FEMINIST
EMMA K. GARDNER, AUTHOR
FREDDY AND EDDY - A WEBSITE OF ALL COUPLES
THE HAND OF LOVE
HEART AND SOUL
THE IMPROVED CHAUVINIST
KARLA DOYLE, AUTHOR
KOREY MAE JOHNSON, AUTHOR
LAZY DAY PUBLISHING
MY BOTTOM SMARTS
RENEE ROSE, AUTHOR
SADEY QUINN, AUTHOR
SARADORA'S SPANKING FICTION
SUE LYNDON, AUTHOR
TROLLOP WITH A LAPTOP