Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Book Hook: Cooking Up A Storm #MFRWhooks

From now on, I'll have a treat for you on Wednesdays. Hooks from my books. And lots of links to hooks from books by my fellow authors from MFRW.

I'm excited. Are you? You should be. There's a lot of great authors in MFRW.

I hope you enjoy my hook (excerpt) from my current new release at Totally Bound 'Cooking Up A Storm'.

Cooking Up A Storm

Book Hook:
Brooks scowled and his eyes pinned him to an invisible wall. “What the hell is going on? Why would someone be firing at us?”

            Rique longed to explain everything to Brooks as his life was in danger because of him, but now wasn’t the time. He glanced over his shoulder past Brooks looking for the assailant. “No time to explain. We have to get out of here. Run in a zig-zag.”

            They ran, hunched over, zigging and zagging as bullets flew around them. Rique damned himself for putting Brooks in this mess. He wondered if the mob held the others prisoner and that’s why they didn’t answer the door.

            He turned the first corner they came upon and then the next. He stopped dead and the air left his lungs. A moment later Brooks ran into his back almost knocking him over. He swayed dangerously but managed to stay upright and spread his arms wide to keep Brooks from stumbling forward.

            He couldn’t believe his eyes. One of Jonah’s tigers lay in their path crouching low, baring his teeth, and eying them as if they were dinner.

            He tried to quell the jitters attacking his stomach so the animal wouldn’t smell his fear then whispered to Brooks through clenched teeth, “What do we do now? Freeze or run?”

            “Run. But where?” Brooks whispered back, a frown trembling on his lips.

            “To the closest protection.” He prayed their hunters had lost them, that they wouldn’t run back into a barrage of bullets. As Rique bunched his muscles to run, already feeling the animal’s fangs ripping into him, he noted how the tiger’s thick muscles corded in his shoulders, and how saliva ran down his snarling lips.

            “Dear God, we’re going to die.” Panic laced Brooks’ voice. “If we get out of here alive, let’s both turn down the job and move in together.”

            Swallowing hard, Rique couldn’t reply so he nodded. Besides, as much as he wanted to live with Brooks, he couldn’t do it as long as he was indebted to the mob. However, the point was moot. He couldn’t see a scenario in which one of them didn’t die in the next five minutes.

            Feeling responsible, Rique couldn’t let anything happen to Brooks as long as he was alive. He would take on the tiger giving Brooks time to reach safety. “On the count of three, run!”

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