I don’t usually write funny, but this book just demanded it. Think of it as a cross between Moonlighting and the X-Files and you’ll get the idea.
This bit is from when Ella Walsh our empath gets her first look at an unknown man in the offices of the SBLE.
Speaking of misbehaving‚Ä¶ Ella‚Äôs gaze came to rest on the broad shoulders of an unknown black-haired man who was studying the vending machines with deep suspicion. He wore a nice dark suit, white shirt and tie, which meant he was either a regular government employee, or some religious groupie that had inadvertently slipped through security. Male was probably a more appropriate word than man, because Ella could already tell there was something not quite human about him. As Ella approached, he turned more fully toward her, and she got her first good look at him. She sighed. He was way out of her league. With his pretty face, height and distinctive cheekbones he could have graced the cover on any magazine. Her appreciative gaze dropped to his broad chest‚ÄĒimagining him, preferably without his shirt on. She‚Äôd just bet he worked out.
‚ÄúWhat‚Äôs up?‚ÄĚ Ella asked as he continued to study her.
He looked even more confused. ‚ÄúI beg your pardon?‚ÄĚ
His Russian accent was as divine as his cheekbones, and she actually wanted to squeal a little. She gestured at the five-dollar bill in his hand and spoke very slowly. ‚ÄúAre you having trouble with the vending machine? Don‚Äôt they have those in your country?‚ÄĚ
His sapphire-blue eyes narrowed. ‚ÄúYes, they do, and you don‚Äôt need to worry about whether I can understand you. I spent four years at Harvard, so I speak American.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúYou do?‚ÄĚ She flashed him her best smile. ‚ÄúThen I‚Äôll leave you to it.‚ÄĚ
His shoulders slumped. ‚ÄúDo I need change for the machine?‚ÄĚ
Ella fished out a crumpled dollar bill from the pocket of her ripped jeans and put it in his hand. ‚ÄúHere you go. This one‚Äôs on me. Don‚Äôt ask me to recommend what‚Äôs good. They all taste like shit.‚ÄĚ
He smiled and her hormones started singing the Hallelujah Chorus. ‚ÄúThanks. That‚Äôs very nice of you.‚ÄĚ
He spoke as though he was still feeling his way with the language. She had to wonder just how long it was since he‚Äôd last graced her country‚Äôs fair shores. ‚ÄúI don‚Äôt do nice. I‚Äôm just trying to keep you moving along so that I can get some hot chocolate.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúThen I‚Äôll get out of your way.‚ÄĚ
Ella waited while he punched some buttons, slid the dollar into the slot and bent to retrieve his plastic cup of hot watery goodness. His ass was nice too‚Ä¶
He straightened, then nodded to her. ‚ÄúThanks again.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúYour shields are very good,‚ÄĚ Ella said. In fact, they were exceptional, but he didn‚Äôt need to know that. ‚ÄúWhat branch of the SBLE are you in?‚ÄĚ
He leaned one hip against the countertop and looked down at her. ‚ÄúAre you always this inquisitive?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúYeah, I find it cuts out the need for small talk. I‚Äôm not good at that.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI noticed. I‚Äôm glad you approve of my shields. I‚Äôve been working hard on improving them.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúWhy‚Äôs that?‚ÄĚ She got her hot chocolate and blew on the scummy brown surface. ‚ÄúDid they fail you?‚ÄĚ
The irritated look he gave her was quite impressive. ‚ÄúThat‚Äôs none of your business.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúTrue.‚ÄĚ She smiled sweetly at him. ‚ÄúIf you want to make them even better, I‚Äôd focus on the center. You‚Äôre still a little thin there. I can see your anger building up and that‚Äôs never a good idea.‚ÄĚ She turned back toward her office. ‚ÄúNice to meet you, and good luck with whatever it is you‚Äôre doing here.‚ÄĚ
Soul Sucker comes out from Carina Press in April 2013.