Good Morning Readers,
Today I thought you might enjoy an excerpt from Playing For Keeps, book four in the Montana Men series coming soon from Moongypsy Press. This excerpt is Rated-R for language. If you're under 18, please leave this site and do not read excerpts....Thank you and Happy Holidays to all,
Jaydyn Chelcee/Tabitha Shay
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EXCERPT/PLAYING FOR KEEPS/CHELCEE
He flinched when he felt the wet warmth trickle down his arm. He stifled a curse. Moving around had caused the knife wound to start bleeding again. Earlier, he’d packed the site with some four-by-four gauze pads he carried in a first aid kit under the seat, but the wound needed suturing, front and back.
Tired, Duel rubbed a hand down his face. At this rate, he was going to bleed to death. He had to get somewhere and get the injury sutured. First things first. In seconds, he’d taken care of watering the bushes and returned to the car.
“Who are you?” she asked immediately. “Or rather, what are you? Are you an assassin? Black ops? Secret agent? CIA?”
Her eyes bugged. “You’re going to kill me?”
“Probably. I’m thinking about it.” From the look on her face, she believed him. Duel snorted. “Look lady, I think you’re more apt to kill me, and damned near succeeded with that fucking butcher knife. Do you wanna pee or not? Otherwise, we’re outta here, and I’m not stopping again until the car needs fuel.”
“I need to...you know, but not with these handcuffs on.”
“They aren’t coming off for any reason.”
“Then you’ll have to wipe me, I’m not drip drying.”
“Jesus Christ. All right. I’ll take off the friggin’ cuffs, but you try anything funny, I’ll knock your lights out again.”
She muttered something about the legitimacy of his birth. In spite of the headache settling between his eyes, Duel grinned and fished the key to the cuffs from his shirt pocket. He got back out of the car, circled the hood and opened her door. “Turn around and face me.” He guided her out of the car and helped her steady herself.
She shuddered when her bare feet hit the icy ground. “Ouch.”
“There’s something in my right foot.”
“I stepped on something in my back yard. A piece of glass, I suppose.”
“What happened to your shoes?” He unfastened the cuffs and pointed in the general area he wanted her to go.
She limped a short distance, paused, and hiked her straight skirt up past her knees. “Turn around.”
Duel folded his arms across his chest though it hurt like hell. “Huh-uh. I’m not turning my back on you even for a second.”
“What can I do?” she argued. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. I have no shoes, no coat. I’m not totally insane. And I cannot pee with you watching.”
He massaged his forehead. "You better make water and make it fast." Impatience threaded his voice. “I hear any other sound but running water coming out of you I’ll be on you like weeds in a flower bed.”
“Good grief, there are other bodily functions, you know, besides making water.”
“You know what I mean. I’m talking about escape noises, like running through the bushes, not―not―you know―explosive little gas noises.”
“You need to let me go. When my brother gets finished with you, you won’t have a strip of hide left on you.”
“Your brother? Lady, I’m shaking in my boots.”
“Do you have any idea who I am? Who my brother is?”
“Does this look like a face that cares? No, I don’t know who your brother is. And I don’t care who you or your brother are. Get your business done and stop stalling. No one is coming to rescue you.”
Flayme shivered. Goose bumps stood up on her arms. He was probably right. Her brother wouldn’t give her the time of day, let alone try to have her rescued. She eyed her captor’s broad shoulders as he reluctantly turned his back. She waited a moment to make certain he wasn’t going to make any sudden moves, then she slid the thong down far enough so she could pee. “I need tissue.”
“No. Are you finished?”
“Yes, but I told you, I’m not drip drying. That’s just…yucky.”
“Get your drawers up and come on. I’m tired. I wanna get a couple hours shut-eye before we hit the road again.”
“My drawers? Jesus. Give me some tissue or I’ll take out squatter’s rights right here all night and…and…drip-drip-drip.”
Duel muttered, took the few steps to the car and reached inside for several tissues. Dammit, he knew better than to let her out of his sight. The instant he reached inside the car he heard the gravel crunch under her feet. He came around and gave the dark a hard look. Yep. Sure enough, there she went, hobbling toward the edge of the woods like a damned one-legged spider.