As promised on Facebook last night, I am posting the first teaser of Blood and Sand today, and if you click on the new book page, you can see a preliminary synopsis of the book, which I’m predicting to be a summer release. I’m over half-way finished writing it, but I prefer to be conservative in my estimates to allow for revisions and editing.
Hope you like the teaser! Have a great weekend, everyone.
From Blood and Sand, Chapter One…
By three in the morning, Rory was gone and Baojia was leaving the club. Luis would take care of the few after-hours patrons they entertained, so Baojia could return to the home he had secured on Coronado Island, a few steps from the beach. It was a modern house with exactly the right number of windows and a very secure location. His driver dropped him off before dawn and returned at nightfall. Was it his comfortable warehouse in downtown LA? No, but it was modern and had a good area to train, so he was as content as he could be. He was just about to step into his car when he heard the voice.
“Are you Baojia?”
He smiled, somehow knowing it was Natalie Ellis before he turned. “Where did you hear that name?”
“Does it matter?”
Baojia spun around and regarded her. “Very much so.” She had taken off the heels she’d been wearing and put on a pair of thin, black shoes, but her dress and makeup were the same. “You brought the wrong purse, Ms. Ellis.”
“How—” She nodded, raising the very practical black handbag. “I guess you see a lot of college kids, huh? Not the usual?”
“You stood out. That’s not a bad thing. Where did you hear that name?”
She stepped closer. “Did your errand boy give you my card?”
“No. And I wouldn’t let him hear you call him an errand boy.”
Her lips wore a slight smile. “But he is.”
Baojia stepped closer. “We like to allow children their illusions, don’t we?”
Her eyes were blue. A clear blue that reminded him of old memories of the sky reflecting on the water. She was a creature made for sunlight, a dusting of freckles covered her nose and dotted her shoulders. Though her skin was pale, it was flushed with life. The unexpected curl of arousal surprised him. Human women rarely interested him.
“Listen, I don’t want to waste your time. I’m looking for Baojia because someone told me he could help me with a story I’m writing.”
“Oh? You’re a writer?” In his experience, humans usually abhorred silence and would fill it with useful information, given the chance. One rarely had to question them. Just remain silent and they would tell you what you needed to know.
“Yes.” The woman remained silent, too. Her hands were placed on her hips and one hand clutched her too-large purse. He couldn’t stop the smile. Apparently, they shared the same sentiments about silence. Finally, he gave in with a friendly smile.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Ellis. I can’t help you.” He turned back to his car.
“You are Baojia, aren’t you?” She pronounced it correctly. He didn’t know why that seemed important. “If you won’t help me, I guess I’ll have to go talk to Ivan myself.” He spun so fast her eyes swam. “Hey, how did you—”
Within seconds, Baojia had her tucked in the back of his sedan and told his driver to circle the block.