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I'm back again with another snippet from my romantic suspense, One Red Shoe. In last week's snippet, Sam's waiting for his boss in the deserted 5th floor of an old department store. The place is a rabbit warren of abandoned inventory. His boss is late, but the Russian assassins arrived.
The two made no effort to conceal their locations--Yuri was searching one side of the room and Junior the other. Since they were separated, Sam could take them out one at a time. Christ, he hated hand-to-hand combat--too close, too personal. Though trained in self-defense, Sam was no assassin, unlike Yuri.
Zzt-ping-ping-thud--Christ, the kid was shooting, and bullets ricocheted off the industrial shelving and penetrated boxes. From the vantage point of height in the center of the huge room, Sam watched the shadows of the men searching for him, one, big and clumsy, the other shorter with the stealth of experience, and no Teller. Could the day get more screwed up than this?
Fire streaked across Sam’s butt. He clenched his teeth to keep from sucking air or, worse, crying out in pain, then carefully looked over his shoulder.
Damn, those were his favorite jeans.
It Happened One Night meets Knight and Day.
When elementary teacher Daria Mason left Iowa for a writers’ conference in New York City, she didn’t expect to come home with a wounded spy. Sam Jozwiak works for a shadow agency that gathers intel vital to U.S. security. From the moment he steals digital files from a Russian Mafia kingpin, Murphy’s Law takes over. No matter how he covers his tracks, the kingpin’s assassins find him. What’s worse than getting shot in the butt? Accepting help from an Iowa tourist. Thus, begins a road trip that takes Sam and Daria cross country with the assassins right behind them.