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August 28, 2012 | Teaser Tuesday

Soon, being one of those relative terms. :lol: Wicked Pleasure (the book formerly known as Pirate Rules) receives a slightly altered setting, more fleshed out characters and a bit of polish. Here’s a snippet from the new version:

Hesitation did nothing to improve her chances. Zara heaved her tote bag into the speedboat with only a glance to confirm it had landed safely. The contents spilled and she steeled herself, ignoring the peril to her possessions. Getting away in one-piece was more critical.

Her status as the only passenger who’d actually listened to the mandatory disaster drill lecture paid off now. Quickly, she dug out a rope ladder, securing it to the leeside rail cleats–directly above the speedboat. Before beginning her descent, she tried to get a fix on the two men she’d heard earlier. They were out of her line of sight. She hoped they’d moved further away from her precarious position.

While climbing down the scary, moving ladder, she cheered herself by visualizing the boat keys in the ignition, willing reality to match the mental image. Her feet connected with the smooth fiberglass of her target. Frantically she untangled herself from the clinging safety ladder. She banged a knee in her race to the control panel. There was a key slot, exactly as she’d envisioned it. But, no key.

The empty ignition made her hopes fall from her throat to her stomach.

There was no time for discouragement. Zara squared her shoulders, exhorting herself to think like a boat key. No key on the handy molded shelf over the instrument panel. Nor on the floorboards. None under either the captain’s or the passenger’s seat. She tried one compartment, and then another, all locked tight. No key anywhere. Sadly she didn’t have a freakin’ clue how to hotwire the vessel. She was so screwed.

Her hands shook. Her heart pounded and fear eroded her thoughts. Then she gave herself a mental shake. She could swim to shore. It was only a few yards away. Once she gained the beach, she’d walk inland. The island was small but there were roads. It followed there were house and houses and people too. This was the Caribbean. She wouldn’t freeze to death. An insect bite or two hardly counted next to the danger of hanging around waiting for Smiley’s friend to carve her into ugly pieces.

Already on her knees, she crawled over to her tote bag and began hastily retrieving the contents, which had scattered across the cockpit.The boat lurched alarmingly and the oval bottle of Submission wobbled out of reach, she crabbed after it, fixated on rescuing her belongings.

“Looking for something?” Deep-voice asked.

She jerked around so fast she risked whiplash. Slowly she recognized the smoldering hunk from the bar. At least her record of being attracted to total creeps was intact. Zara waited for the floorboards to part so she could sink peacefully into the sea. After a few seconds passed with no miracles. She finally accepted there wasn’t going to be an easy way out of the current mess. Terror, disappointment and humiliation all roiled through her, tightening her stomach into a miserable leaden knot.

Unlike Smiley, Razor was truly frightening and intimidating. Large, dangerous, and fast–she wasn’t silly enough to try an elbow jab on him. Putting herself within his reach might well be her last mistake.

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