Monday, April 28, 2008
Just in! I have received another excerpt from Karen Marie Moning through her newsletter. Enjoy!!!
"I wasn't kissing him," I said, dabbing at Barron's lapel.
He knocked my hand away. "Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of your gag reflex?" He smiled, but not nicely. "How is your gag reflex, Ms. Lane? Are you a hair trigger?"
Barrons likes to use sexual innuendo to try to shut me up. I think he expects the well-raised southern belle in me to think eew and back off. Sometimes I do think eew, but I don't back off. "I'm a spitter, if that's what you're asking." I flashed him a too-sweet smile.
"Didn't look that way to me. I think you're a swallower. His tongue was halfway to China and you were still taking it."
"Implies emotional investment. The only investment I have in you, Ms. Lane, is my time and I'm expecting a big payoff. Tell me about the Sinsar Dubh."
(Note from Karen, I was going to end it there but I thought I'd give you a little more....)
I glanced at my hand. It had come away from his lapel wet. I angled it in the light. Red looks black at night. I sniffed it. It smelled like old pennies. Gee, blood. No surprise there. "Have you been in a fight? No, let me guess, you saved a wounded dog again?" That was the excuse he'd used last time.
"I had a nosebleed."
"Nosebleed, my petunia."
"Ass, Barrons. As in you are one."
"The Book, Ms. Lane."
I looked into his eyes. Something very old looked back.
Man, I soooo can not wait for this book!!