I’ve posted a couple of excerpts from my newest book, Just For The Weekend, and like got busy and I missed a few Wednesdays. Not sure if I signed up properly for the linky link to work that week, but here is my latest tease.
Just For The Weekend opens at a sci-fi convention in Las Vegas. After her initial encounter with her hero, Cleo still has to deal with unwanted attention.
Mid Week Tease:
Sam and Cleo were halfway across the room when Cleo noticed the curious glances they were getting, not only from the men, but the women too. In fact, it looked as if every woman in the room would gladly switch places with her. She was so busy absorbing this new information that she almost stumbled and didn’t notice the man dressed as Thor until he planted himself in front of her and blocked her path. He swayed, demonstrating he’d definitely had too much to drink.
“Leaving already, sweetheart? You know, I was just getting ready to make my move.” The half dozen superheroes Cleo noticed standing nearby laughed. “You’re way too hot to waste it on this guy.” He indicated Sam. “He’s just an alien snake man. I’m twice the man he is and a god and an Avenger to boot. Let me show you how a god kisses. Come here.”
He reached out abruptly and grabbed her hair, yanking her hard against him. Pain filled her and Cleo squealed.
Suddenly she was free, and the Norse god in question was on the floor, her Cardassian soldier holding him down with a boot on his chest. Hotel security guards, dressed in the infamous Star Trek red shirts, the first guys to die in any episode, rushed to the scene.
“Unless you plan on returning to Asgard permanently, you need to leave, now. Get this asshole out of here.” He looked at the man’s friends. “I suggest you leave, too.”
Sam spoke with authority. Cleo realized, from the tone of his voice, he was used to being obeyed and, from the way the security men nodded, he wasn’t a stranger to them. Perhaps he was one of those so-called whales who frequented the casinos. Men with lots of money who gambled big commanded a lot of respect.
Filthy rich is almost as bad as being a Chippendale. Why can’t he be a nice, normal guy?
“Don’t any of you even think of coming anywhere near her again this weekend. If you do, you’ll regret it,” Sam ordered Thor and his superhero friends, but it sounded as if he were addressing every man in the room. His voice was low and menacing, the threat of violence clear and explicit. Cleo was glad he was on her side. He’d make a powerful enemy. Sam turned to the curiosity seekers who’d gathered around them. “Show’s over.”
Contempt dripped from his voice and Cleo frowned. Once again, she’d been involved unwittingly in actions that had attracted a crowd, and she was grateful to see it disperse. She hadn’t noticed any flashes, and without one, it was too dark in here for a decent picture. Thor grumbled loudly, but allowed himself to be escorted out of the conference room, his friends following along. This was the second time Sam had saved her from some lecherous pig. Disgusted, she rolled her eyes and shook her head.She turned to look for Mitch and Charlie, but they’d disappeared into the crowd. Sam reached for her hand again and led her out into the concourse.
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