You hurted, madam? #mfrwhooks

Our hero, Quinn, is a free-spirited scamp and an aboriginal American from an alternate earth. As such, his English isn’t nearly as good as he thinks it is. Here he is fleeing from the police in his own inimitable fashion.

As he rounded the corner, he narrowly avoided a tough-looking Merkin almost as large as Squitt, with a baby strapped to his chest. “You know,” the man said, “you’d be a hell of a lot more attractive if—” He broke off when Quinn dodged past.

In avoiding the husband and child, Quinn bumped into the mother. He grabbed her waist to keep her from falling.

“You hurted, madam?” he asked in his best English. She was pretty in a dispirited sort of way, so why not take the time to be polite? After all, Squitt lumbered rather than sprinted.

“Watch where you’re going, jerk,” growled the husband. A body builder, Merkins called men like this. He balled a fist and flexed his biceps—but not even a scowling body builder could look fierce with a baby strapped to his chest.

“You’re Kwadran,” his wife said in a breathless voice, as though enthralled by meeting an alluring but dangerous prison escapee. Fresh off the ferryboat, Quinn guessed.

“Never fear,” he said to the thunder-browed man. “I shall kiss your wife and make her all better.”

And so he did, on the lips, for a count of five—the longest he dared under the circumstances. She tasted of hot dog and mustard. He kept his eyes open to watch the husband as well as the intersection where Squitt would appear, but the woman closed her eyes and kissed him back.

“What the hell you doing to my wife?” The body builder plodded forward, careful of his youthful burden. His care went for naught. The baby howled.

“Your wife, I am kissing her.” Quinn maneuvered back and forth to keep the woman between him and the angry husband. “You kiss her so infrequently you don’t recognize? Such a beautiful babe with such, you know,” he gestured with both hands to indicate her curves, “gets no kisses? Oh, for shame. You should treat her better.”

The wife fought a smile. The husband yelled. The baby cried. And Sergeant Squitt thundered around the corner of Rue Frank Kennedy.

Again Quinn had delayed too long, but it was more fun this way. With an ardent wave to the arguing couple and an airy flutter at the puffing, red-faced Squitt, Quinn ran.

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Alien Contact for Kid Sisters

Fleeing murderous rebels, the queen’s sister finds a hero to save her.
Or is he kidnapping her, instead?

Marianne is sick and tired of being just the kid sister of the famous queen of Kwadra Island. Although she daydreams about being a warrior, when rebels bomb the royal ball she’s shunted to one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra, where she awaits a captain of the valiant Royal Guardians.

Quinn, a scam artist fleeing the police, dons the uniform of a Royal Guardian killed by a tunnel collapse. When Marianne mistakes him for her bodyguard, Quinn can’t decide whether to save the feisty maiden, fall in love with her—or kidnap her. With bloodthirsty rebels pursuing them and a treasure map in his pocket, what will he choose?

15 comments

  1. What a wicked fellow Quinn is – bet you enjoyed writing him!

    1. Yep, he’s a blast to write.

  2. Interesting characters

  3. Brave person – annoying a body-builder.
    Fun excerpt.
    Tweeted.

    1. He’s brave, yes, but he’s also smart enough to have calculated that the bodybuilder is hampered enough by the baby strapped to his chest that he’s not too dangerous.

  4. Exciting excerpt. Characters like Quinn are so fun to write. Thanks for sharing!

    1. They are fun, aren’t they?

  5. Cathy Brockman · · Reply

    Oh my gosh that was fun. I like. Quinn

    1. I must admit, I love this scene, too.

  6. The baby on the guy’s chest is a nice touch. It is hard to look threatening with a little one display..

    Carmen Webster Buxton

  7. Cara Hartley · · Reply

    Well, he just gets sassier and sassier. Dare I wonder what he’s going to get up to next?
    ~cie~

    1. Oh, he’s just trying to run away from the policewoman, but what he finds while running . . . well, that propels the rest of the book!

  8. Love this line! “…but not even a scowling body builder could look fierce with a baby strapped to his chest.”

    1. Yeah, the baby kind of spoils the muscly effect.

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