I wrote a little six book series called Lakehouse Security. The last book, Repeating Love, came out last month in
October. In that series one of the main characters is the head of a secret
government team called Demon Elite. I
decided to do a spin-off series.
The first book of the series is called Crash and will be available through
eXtasy Books at the beginning of the year.
WIP Excerpt
Elijah could feel his heart boom out a fast rhythm
against his chest as Crash pulled the gun from his waistband and pulled the
door open just a crack. Crash’s raised the gun and held his arm out through the
crack, letting anyone out there know he had a gun and would shoot.
“Crash.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m scared.”
“I’ve got this.”
Crash pulled the door open and propelled them forward.
He moved so fast Elijah felt like he was floating. Crash basically carried him
wherever he wanted Elijah to go. He thought about how he must look, plastered
up against Crash as if he was physically attached to the guy. It was a weird
thing to think about in that moment when two cops were pointing guns at their
heads.
Crash walked backwards, not taking his eyes off the
cops, who were advancing slowly. “When we get to the elevators, press the
button to open the doors,” Crash whispered to him.
Elijah nodded. “Okay.”
One of the cops moved his body slightly and Crash
said, “I wouldn’t if I were you. I’ll get a shot off before I go down.”
Elijah clung to Crash at just the thought of one of
those cops shooting him. “Please,” Elijah whispered.
“Go to the elevators,” Crash whispered back.
“No. I can’t leave you.”
“Do it now, Elijah.” Crash made a gesture with his
head, telling Elijah to go to the elevators on the left side of the hallway.
Elijah pressed the button and then practically ran to Crash, grabbing the back
of his shirt in his fist. He tried to pull Crash back, wanting him to move
faster, but it was like trying to push a wall. Impossible.
The elevator door dinged and Elijah pulled harder. A
shot went off and Elijah couldn’t tell whose gun it was. He heard something hit
the floor and thought maybe Crash had dropped the gun which didn’t make sense.
Crash turned and grabbed Elijah so quickly it startled him, making him squeal
in surprise. He clung to Crash as they moved into the elevator just as the
doors were about to shut.
Elijah started to run his hands over Crash, trying to
find out if he was injured, when Crash put him down. “Are you okay? I thought I
heard you drop the gun.”
“I’m fine. I’m the one that took the shot. At the
floor and then gave them back their gun. One less crime I just committed if
they got it back. Just needed to keep them off us for a few seconds. Long
enough to get in the elevator.” He had a scowl on his face as he looked at
Elijah. “Next time I tell you to do something. You don’t argue.”
Elijah took a step away from Crash. He nodded his head
once, indicating that he understood, and wrung his hands together. The elevator
door opened and Elijah took a step forward.
“Not this one. Wait until the next one. They’ll be
looking to see what floor we get off of. They’ll think we took the first floor
the elevator stopped on.”
“Okay.”
Crash pressed the closed door button and they were
closed in again. “I know what I’m doing. You have to trust me.”
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