In this excerpt from In Her Company, Indie and her harem are stuck inside the quarantine, fighting for survival. They found a cafe, but the chef refused to serve them.
“We just want breakfast.” Indie stepped forward. “A donut or a muffin. Even a box of cereal to share would be enough.”
Cody spotted the door to the pantry standing slightly ajar. As you wish, doc. He slipped inside while the others argued and pleaded. The place had been picked nearly bare, but he managed to find a bag of powdered mini donuts, a muffin wrapped in plastic, and a box of Lucky Charms. He grabbed a bag of ground coffee, knowing genius Eli would find a way to make a percolator. The café had gone quiet, and Cody peeked through the gap in the pantry door. Austin and Indie walked by, followed by Jack and Eli. Cody stepped out and blended in with the camouflage-wearing group like he’d been there all along.
Austin stomped down the stairs. “Is it worth the trouble to search the rest of the building?”
Eli shook his head. “I only saw one restaurant on the directory.”
They spilled out of the stairwell into the lobby, gathering around Indie as had become their custom. “Options,” Austin snapped, the snarl on his face revealing he was fresh out of ideas.
Cody pulled the box of cereal from his backpack. “Let’s eat.” He handed the box to Austin then presented the muffin to Indie. “As ordered, doc.”
She gasped. “Did you steal this for me?”
“I’d do a lot worse for you, Indie.”
She smiled and her fingertips brushed his scruffy cheek. He closed his eyes, and his lips found hers, sweet and soft, and oh-so melty good. Just like he’d imagined she’d feel. Her hand slid into his hair, and he slipped an arm around her waist, her warm body curving into his. Lord, how he’d love to sink into this woman. Slow, hot, and simmering.
“Ahem.” Jack cleared his throat. “Gonna share that with the rest of us?”
Cody pushed back and blinked. Jack eyed the muffin.
“Oh.” His face heated. Shit, am I blushing? “I’ve only got one muffin, but I nabbed a whole bag of donuts.” He pulled them out of his pack.
“I’m not going to ask how you acquired those, Sergeant.” Austin stuffed a whole donut in his mouth. “Well done.”
“And I’m hoping you can work your magic with this.” Cody handed the coffee to Eli.
Eli’s eyes lit up. “I need water, heat, and a pot.”
“Go,” Austin ordered.
Jack and Cody searched nearby empty offices and brought back a coffee maker, a bottle of water, and five mugs. They sat down in the lobby chairs and shared their contraband food and invigorating coffee.
“All right.” Austin polished off his coffee and stood. “We’ll go to the hospital and kick this virus’ ass.”
“Yeehaw!” Cody raised his mug.
Jack scowled at him. “We’re not in Texas.”
“Sorry. Felt like a yeehaw moment.”
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I'm going to have that carved on my tombstone.
A few years ago, I swore I'd never go back to self-publishing. I liked having the support I got from a publisher.
But almost as soon as I started writing this book, I knew I'd publish it on my own. It doesn't fit with anything publishers I know of are doing, and damn it, I want some control back. That's what I gave up for the support of a publishing team.
The big difference is that I'm not alone this time. When I published Tell Me You Want Me, I did everything on my own. But now I have beta readers, a cover designer, and an awesome editor. I know more about publishing now than I knew then. And I have the valuable support and experience of friends who have been there. This time I different, and I'm excited about the challenge.
The one thing I'm not going to do is say I'll never go back to a publisher. ;)
A little unedited levity in otherwise dire circumstances:
Austin smiled. “We need a bed.” Shit. That’s not right. “A room.” Not much better.
Eli scowled and smacked a door with his fist. “How are we going to get in?” The keycard locks proved resistant to his attempts to pick them.
“We need to find a master key.” Jack glanced back toward the stairwell.
Austin still hadn’t recovered from their trek. “We’re not going back down to the lobby.”
“Maybe housekeeping has one.” Jack strode down the hall to an abandoned cart.
“If you had your guns, you could shoot the lock open.” Indie mimicked the action with her fingers.
Cody snickered and Austin corrected her. “Weapon, not gun.”
“What’s the difference?”
“A weapon is for shooting, a gun is for fun.” Cody chanted the manta that had been drilled into each soldier’s head from day one.
“A gun is for…?” Comprehension apparently dawned as Indie rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Men and their penises.”
In Her Company - Death's Relentless Dance, Book 1. Coming soon(er) or later.