Welcome to the Midweek Tease blog hop, courtesy of Angelica Dawson. Writers post teasers about their newest release, or their work-in-progress, or their backlist.
I’m posting another tease from my near-future romance, Newborn. In previous teases, you’ve met Jo Beaverpaw, who’s been programmed to assassinate her alien world’s most wanted fugitive. After an accidental fall, she wakes up in hospital, where’s she guarded by Darby Lapierre, her target’s bodyguard — and thus her enemy.
Because Jo was born to kill, not love, her programming tells her little about everyday life. Here she seeks Darby’s help learning about the world. I’ll let you form your own opinion about whether she’s sincere in seeking his help, or is running a scam.
Although the sheet covered my shameful nakedness, I pulled a pillow over my chest. I took a deep breath and slowly stared up, way up, to meet Darby’s gaze. His lips had thinned in concern and his eyes were warm with compassion.
That confused me. “Aren’t you my enemy?”
“No, of course not.” Like reassuring a child.
My head felt better now that I was sitting down, but my legs growled with pain and the echoes of sobs still trembled inside me. But a jolt of hope gave me strength. If he truly wasn’t my enemy—if!—then perhaps he might be my friend. “Then help me, Darby. I know nothing.”
“Don’t give it a second thought. You’re confused because you had a bad fall.”
“You don’t understand. I know nothing. Not my last name. Not who my friends or family are, nor even if I have any. I don’t remember anything before I awoke in the woods yesterday.”
“You’re claiming you have amnesia?” Clearly skeptical, he emphasized the second syllable.
I stared at my hands as I wrung them. Although he said he wasn’t my enemy, I knew somewhere deep inside—as deep as my broken bones—that he wouldn’t let me kill Squitt. That made him the foe of my Destiny. Of all that was good and right in the world. And yet light from the hallway limned him with an angelic glow.
I was an angel, too—an avenging angel—but I didn’t glow. I let the pillow slip to the floor and looked down at myself. Definitely no glow.
Click here to view teasers from other great writers exercising their powers to tease you.
She was born to kill. Not love.
Jo Beaverpaw is born fully dressed, well-armed, and impatient to tackle her Destiny: killing her alien nation’s most wanted fugitive. Her programmers want her to live a few hours, kill, then die.
But something goes wrong.
Darby Lapierre has the thankless task of protecting Jo’s target while the woman heals from being shot. It’s a hard job, but not impossible for a tough ex-cop like Darby.
Until, that is, Jo shows up at the private hospital after an accident. Beautiful, naive, young Jo knows nothing about life and love, and wants Darby to teach her. Just until she’s well enough to attack her Destiny, of course.
And then Darby will be in her way . . . .