Happy New Year! And a great time to introduce my next #CSSundays book… which is coming out this week.
“Now that your research is almost complete, what will you do?”
Before Vespar could respond, his entire body tensed and his training kicked in. There was a threat somewhere in the area. He tuned in to his earpiece as he scanned the restaurant. A man in a dusty old jacket stood just inside the front door, his eyes darting around while his hand was in his pocket. From the shape, Vespar knew it was a gun. “Marc,” he said in a calm voice. “Do not move. Do not look around. There’s a man with a gun at the door.”
All the blood rushed out of Marcolm’s face, and his eyes widened so far that Vespar worried they would pop out.
“Don’t panic,” he continued calmly. “If you can, slither down to the ground and get under the table. Squeeze as close to the wall as you can.”
“Wh-what about you?” Marcolm asked as he dropped the piece of pizza in his hands and did exactly what Vespar suggested.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m ex-military.”
Marcolm’s body brushed by him as he did as requested. When a hand grasped on to his leg, Vespar glanced down. Squished between Vespar’s bench seat and the wall, Marcolm held on to Vespar’s leg. Figuring he was safe for the moment, Vespar acted as though he was stretching as he reached behind him and pulled the stunner out of the waistband of his jeans. A soft gasp from Marcolm told him he’d seen the movement and the weapon.
The next few seconds went quickly. As the offender pulled the gun out of his jacket, yelling “Everybody down!” at the top of his lungs, Vespar aimed and fired. His weapon was a modified electroshock weapon, and instead of a bullet, a red laser was the only indicator of the shot. The shock of the hit would be the same as being hit by a Taser gun and would last only a minute, but a minute was all they would need. Since the rest of the people inside, including the waitress, hit the ground, he was the only one to see the streak of light as the man dropped to the ground and his gun slid quickly away from him. The room erupted in screams as two guys around Marcolm’s age attacked the unconscious man on the floor. Vespar put his weapon back, stood up, and quickly pulled on his raincoat.
“Marc, let’s go.”
Special ops turned professional killer, Vespar McKauley is hired to take out Marcolm Rogers, son of his employer’s worst enemy. But Marc isn’t like any hit he’s ever done. He’s just twenty-one, he goes to a private university studying English Lit, and for fun he plays computer games with his friends. No drugs, no partying, no crime. The day he bumps into Marc and looks into his azure eyes, the world drops out from under him.
With his father in the Chicago Crime Syndicate, Marc and his mom have stayed out of the limelight, hiding from those that might harm them. He figures he’s safe at a small liberal arts university all the way across the country. Only midway through his senior year, he feels eyes on him and the shadows encroaching. Just as he’s about to run, he meets Vespar and experiences an instant attraction. When Vespar tells him he’s in danger and offers to protect him, Marc wants to believe him. But he’s been hunted before, and this time he isn’t sure he’ll get away. Especially when he finds out he is Vespar’s target.
About the Author:
Thianna Durston is a writer by day and supernova by night. Or at least that’s what the faeries tell her. And who is she to deny those pesky *cough* lovely little creatures?
She lives in the Pacific Northwest, though her heart belongs elsewhere. In the meantime, until she can return to the place she calls home, she happily lives in a city that still thinks it’s a small town. Thankfully, it has given her muse lots of amusing places to start a story.