WIP Wednesday
My current Work In Progress is actually *2* books, two halves of a romance arc. The first book, Thanks Be to Bob, ends in an Happily For Now (HFN) and the second book, Christmish Cheer, will end in a Happily Ever After (HEA). Romance has to end in one of these, or it’s not a romance, it’s a story with romantic elements.
Here’s a sneak peek at Nick Pierce, the man who’s destined to love Bob White in Thanks Be to Bob . This excerpt is not from Nick’s point of view, but from the POV of Charlie McLaughlin, a visually impaired SearchLight professor. The book where we first meet Nick is called A Pack of His Own, volume 1.
The door opened, and Charlie inhaled, testing the air. He
smiled. “You’re late, Sherri. You’re lucky this session isn’t mandatory.”
“She was escorting me, Professor McLaughlin. It’s been a
while since I’ve been here, and you’ve moved your classroom.”
Charlie didn’t turn to face the intruder. Damn it.
SearchLight trackers think they have permission to wear their concealment
charms off duty as well as on. Those charms mitigated smell, sound,
and sight. Charlie wanted to throw the sneaky bastard out of his room on
general principle.
Then again, not all trackers were assholes that way. Luis
Delgado wasn’t.
Charlie resisted the urge to shake his head. He thought
about Luis -- and their one night of pleasure -- at inappropriate times, and
someday he’d be caught by another telepath in the midst of an embarrassing
daydream. You’d think being apart for almost five months would have
lessened Luis’s hold on me.
The intruder, an arrogant and stupid tracker who’d somehow
risen too far too fast in Charlie’s opinion, had pissed Charlie off the first
time they’d met. And nothing since had changed Charlie’s first impression of
the man. “Can this wait until after class, Agent Pierce? My students have a
midterm next week.”
“I’m sure you’ve prepared a more than adequate study guide.
Sir. This can’t wait in any case. Agent Wilhelmina Weinberg requests your
presence downtown.”
Moon goddess help me. “All right.” He stood.
“Malik, please pass out these study guides. I’ll send another professor to help
you prepare.” He caught up his white cane, negotiated his way between his chair
and the one beside it, and strode from the room.
Once the door was closed, Agent Pierce said, “We don’t have time for you to hunt down another teacher.”
A Pack of His Own, volume 1:1
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