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Because you've all been such good little pirates, and because I like you so much, I thought I'd give you a little tease. PARADISE BY THE RIFLE SIGHTS is just about ready to go. So here's Cindee's and Teri's introductions in the novella. I'm not giving you too much, cuz hey! It's just a novella! Can't give the whole thing away. So here's a little taste:
“Excuse me?” A woman’s voice said.
I looked up and saw a statuesque brunette with full lips and a neat black bob. She was cute. Really cute.
“Can you help me?” She was struggling with a carry on.
I was on my feet in seconds, easing the bag into the overhead compartment. The woman stood close to me. She smelled like expensive perfume. I smiled at her and then returned to my seat.
“Thanks.” She said with a grin that implied she was interested. Or maybe I just wanted to believe that. She took the seat next to mine and extended her hand.
“My name is Cindee.” She said with a smile. She was tall and curvy in all the right places and made me think of noir black and
white films. I felt like Sam Spade, and immediately regretted not bringing my fedora.
“Paris.” I said, taking her hand in mine. “A pleasure to meet you.”
She had dimples and a voice that sounded like a tall, cool drink on a hot afternoon.
“Nice to meet you, Paris.” I wondered what to say next. Dak was the guy with the moves and great lines, not me.
“So,” I said, “heading to Los Angeles?” Okay, that might have been a bit stupid. The plane we were on was, after all, a direct flight to LAX.
Cindee had the class to ignore my faux pas. “Yes, and I’ll be there a while…I hope.”
And the next part:
A Lincoln Town Car was waiting for me outside, complete with a chauffeur holding a sign that said, PARIS BOMBAY. The driver was a woman. She was kind of hot, actually. Short, curly brown hair with light blue eyes and a sad sort of smile. I liked that, but didn’t welcome the distraction. Was my need for companionship making me look at every woman as a possible soulmate?
Once I was settled in the sleek, black sedan, the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror.
“All set, Mr. Bombay?” She asked.
I nodded. “Please, call me Paris.”
The driver smiled. “Alright, Paris, you can call me Teri.” She started the car and pulled out into traffic.
“Do you want the privacy screen up, Paris?” She asked.
“No. I hate those things.” And I did. It made me feel like I was entombed. I wanted to see what was going on ahead. An assassin should
always be prepared.
Teri nodded. “It should only be about an hour to the studios. Just sit back and relax. There’s satellite radio and the fridge is stocked with sparkling water.”
To be fair, there's a lot more to both of those scenes, but I don't want to give too much away. Hello! Novella!