Special Excerpt: Love Only Sleeps
Hey, y’all. Since I simply couldn’t let a Friday the 13th go by without at least a little fanfare, I have a treat for you today. What might it be, you ask? Well…
Wait for it.
Still waiting for it…
Today, I’ve got the prologue for the next installment of the Undercover Series. But before you jump in, I have a few caveats, warnings, spoiler alerts, etc:
- This is totally unedited, may contain glaring typos since I don’t write with my editor hat on, and is subject to change before publication.
- If you’re not caught up on the first four books of the Undercover Series, you could be spoiled, but maybe not. I’m going to issue a blanket Spoiler Alert just to be on the safe side.
- And finally…that’s pretty much it. I don’t have a third thing to add, but lists feel weird to me when they don’t come in threes.
So without further ado, I give you a sneak peek at LOVE ONLY SLEEPS, Undercover Series book 5…
Monday, January 10
At the time, coming here seemed like a good idea. Now that he was actually walking through the corridors, now that he was nearing her office and about to see her, suddenly things didn’t seem quite so simple. Any reunion fantasies he may’ve played through his head seemed like just that, a fantasy.
And a stupid fantasy at that.
Would she even be happy to see him? Three years was a long time. Maybe if he’d left things better between them when he left he could feel better about the suicide mission he was currently on. If only he’d disobeyed one little order, he could’ve avoided the gnawing pit of dread growing in his gut. It had all made so much sense at the time, but now…now he knew that abandoning her the way he had ranked up there with the biggest mistakes of his life.
Why hadn’t he stopped for flowers? When you abandon the woman you love without so much as a hastily-scrawled note, the very least you owe her is a bouquet of her favorite flowers. Then again, after three years, it wasn’t like he had an idea of what her favorite goddamned flower was anymore. As it was, the image he’d held of her in his head for all that time was faded at best.
But even a faded image of Jenna Monroe was better than the way most women looked in the flesh.
He stopped walking in the middle of the hallway. If the directions he’d been given were accurate, Jenna’s office was just a few feet away. She hadn’t seen him and no one had asked for his name. He could still leave, head right back out to the parking lot and call the whole thing off. Or get flowers and come back. Either way, he’d already waited three years to see her again. Another few hours or even days wouldn’t make a difference in the scheme of things.
Except he didn’t want to wait one more minute to see her again, much less an hour or day. This was it. Moment of truth time. He’d made the wrong call in abandoning her and now it was time to face the repercussions of his choice.
“Please don’t throw things,” he muttered under his breath.
Only once had an argument gotten so heated between them that she’d actually thrown anything at him, but once was enough.They’d been at home, so it had only been articles of clothing, but…still. God only knew what kind of assorted heavy office supplies she’d have sitting on her desk to throw his way while she ranted and raved at him.
The image of getting stabbed with a letter opener flitted through his mind. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been stabbed, but would be the time that cut the deepest for sure.
Jenna wouldn’t stab him. She’d never been the type of woman to lose all sense of control, no matter how enraged she might be. Even when he’d dodged both the words and clothes she’d hurled at him, there was still an underlying note of cool reason driving her, the kind of calculation that a man in law enforcement had to respect.
He let out a slow breath and resumed walking at a faster clip than before. He was going to man up and nothing his brain conjured would make him back out now. She wouldn’t yell or throw things. It would be fine. All of it.
The assistant glanced up at him dismissively. “You don’t have an appointment, so you’ll just have to…” Recognition flickered through her eyes as they grew wide.
That, he hadn’t expected. What were the odds that he’d know Jenna’s assistant? Figured it would be Trista though. She’d always been the type to ride someone else’s coattails to success.
“Is she in there?”
Trista nodded, eyes still wide and mouth now agape. “How are you here?”
He ignored her and strode past her desk with renewed purpose. It wasn’t as though she actually expected a response from him. She’d never had any more use for him than he’d had for her. Besides, now that he’d seen one blast from the past who looked basically the same as she always had, maybe a little unhappier, he was all the more anxious to see the woman he loved again.
Jenna was standing in the middle of the room with a file in hand, clearly engrossed with something she was reading. Jesus. He’d forgotten what a knockout she was in those lawyer suits of hers.
She held up a finger on her free hand without looking up and said, “Hold on, Trist. I’m almost done.”
He opened his mouth to let her know he wasn’t Trista, but the reality of the situation washed over him, bringing with it a new sense of clarity. After three years of fantasizing about seeing her again, after the drive from hell through rush hour traffic that morning to get to her, even after walking what had felt like the longest corridor in the world, he’d never once figured out what he was going to say to her. It wasn’t like it had ever been hard to talk to her before, so why would it be now?
What a jackass he was.
“Okay. What do you need?” She closed the folder and looked up with a smile meant for Trista, an expression of routine that faded from her face in increments as her mind started to understand what her eyes were telling her. The folder slipped from her hand and hit the floor as her question hung in the air between them.
“You, Jenna.” He swatted at the door behind him to close it and advanced on her, pulling her into his arms as he’d inevitably done in every fantasy, no matter how much yelling may’ve come before. “I need you.”
Her body melted against his as though only a few days was between them instead of years, but the confusion still marred her face. “Tony?”
There would be a time for explanations. Later. Right now, all he wanted to do was kiss her as though he’d never left her.
Happy Friday the 13th, y’all! *insert evil laugh here*
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