I’ve been working on a story for nanowrimo. It hit the 21k mark today! Yes, I’m excited. I thought I’d share an excerpt of Love’s Bounty in celebration.
Here’s the excerpt. Very rough first draft so there are errors.
“Now, tell us how you knew we were here and what exactly you want. Don’t expect us to believe that you’re here to help. You work for another company. They wouldn’t approve that.” Dante leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.
“We are here to help. The company we work for has nothing to do with that. We’re hunting a bounty for them. That’s all they care about. We found someone to hunt here, because Grant asked us to be here to back you up.” Kos stopped near the table, but didn’t take a seat.
Mitch was glad that his mask hid his face. His mouth was probably hanging completely open. How the hell did they know his father’s name.
“Grant is supposed to mean something to us?” Dante’s voice sounded calm and completely void of any recognition of the name.
“You know your father’s name. You are also aware that he’s the man who co-owns the company you work for.” Rite shook her head. “Don’t be such a suspicious ass. We may have enjoyed giving you a little trouble in the past, but this is something else entirely. We found you because he’s worried about you. Nothing more.”
“And why would you care if he’s worried?” Mitch voiced the question that kept popping into his head. His father had never spoken of Kos and Rite. How did they know him?
“Because he’s one of the only men I really respect. Give me a moment. When you see who we are, it will explain everything.” Kos reached up to the fastenings that secured her mask.
That couldn’t simply be ripped off. It had to be taken off by Kos or cut off. The fastenings were keyed to the person it belonged to. From what he said, it was someone they knew by sight. Who could it be. He couldn’t think of one person who had the build and short stature to be either of those two.
The person didn’t take off the mask like he expected them to. The mask was pulled out and then up. A full head mask came with it. He hadn’t even realized. It had looked like the person had black hair. He frowned. That wasn’t normal. The stocking like bottom finally cleared the head. A braid fell out first. The long black hair stymied him, but that could be why the person wore a hood. They didn’t want their hair used as a means of control on them.
The hood finally pulled completely free, revealing pale creamy skin. The soft curves of her face were delightfully rounded. Recognition slammed through him.
“Brigitte!” Mitch took a step forward. He hadn’t expected to see her. Hell, he hadn’t even known that she was a bounty hunter.