Woohoo! It’s FRIDAY!
We are only four short days away from Rum Runner‘s release day (and two of those days are the weekend), which means we’re sooooo close!
So as promised, we are going to give you a sneak peek at an exclusive Rum Runner excerpt that you won’t see anywhere else! Because you guys are our favorites and we love you like crazy!
So without further ado… the last day of our “interview series” that’s really an exclusive excerpt!
*Exclusive* Excerpt from Rum Runner:
Sophie clutched her purse to her chest to help ease the sudden ache in her heart. She had to be defective because, even now, after all that had transpired over the past twenty-four hours, when she was finally doing the sensible thing, a part of her still regretted ending her journey before she had the chance to meet her father.
“I’m going home because it’s the right thing to do, not because you want me to.”
“You always do the right thing, don’t you, darlin’?”
If he only knew, she thought, as the ache in her heart became a tiny ball of acid. She raised her chin a notch and looked away from his penetrating blue gaze for fear he’d see right through to her imperfect soul. She glanced in the opposite direction to confirm they were still alone before she said to Jimmy, “I shot a man. Then I left the scene of the crime. So, no, much to my dismay, I don’t always do the right thing.” She’d left that tiny detail out of the police interrogation because she didn’t want to be detained in Miami or anywhere else in this country a moment longer than she had to be.
“I wouldn’t count that. I’d consider it special circumstances. I’m talking about in your everyday life. Do you ever let your hair down, or are you always so rigid?”
Heat flushed her face as she realized her back was so straight it didn’t touch the backrest of the sloped chair. She sank back against it and crossed her legs in the opposite direction, angling away from him.
His mouth quirked into a half-smile beneath his scruffy beard. “You look like you want to say something. Come on, Duchess. Let it out. Tell me how you really feel. It ain’t like you to bite your tongue.”
She pressed her lips together tightly. She didn’t owe him an excuse for her poor manners. He barely rated an apology, but she would give him one to salve her own conscious. “I apologize for my rudeness. I was frustrated and disappointed about how events unfolded—”
“I ain’t looking for an apology, Duchess. I got thick skin. I can take anything you hurl at me.
Go ahead, let loose.”
“I’ve said all I need to say.”
“That’s the way it’s gonna be then?”
He sat forward casually, resting his free arm on a powerful thigh, and scanned her from head to toe. Feeling his gaze as if it were a tangible thing, goose bumps rose on her skin. She squeezed her clutch bag until her knuckles turned white.
“You know something, darlin’, the high road might have a prettier view, but the route ain’t nearly as interesting. Look at me, for example. I say what I want. Do what I want. I don’t censor myself and I’m as happy as a bluejacket in a brothel on a weekend furlough.”
She met his gaze. “And that’s why you’re still in shackles and I’m free to go.”