Shelli Rosewarne

Hi all,

It’s finally weekend – and I’m happy to be starting it off by joining in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop. Since I’m getting quite excited about Love Reawakened releasing on the 15th, it’s probably not a surprise that this week’s excerpt comes from that. The theme this week was ‘dates’ – but since my poor hero and heroine are a little too tied up with chasing down an escaped zombie to actually fit an official date in there, I thought I would share the first time they meet up again. Hope you enjoy!

Garret sank into the battered armchair and brought the glass of scotch to his lips. Taking a long draught, he sighed in exhaustion. It had been a long night. Some days, he thought he was just getting too old for this. There seemed to be more aches and pains every night, and long gone was the slim sense of satisfaction he used to get. He rubbed a hand wearily over his face, frowning at the two-day-old stubble, and downed some more of the scotch. Stop being such a pussy! It was a job. That was all, and tonight, had just been a tough one.

At first, he barely registered the knock at the door, his senses dulled by alcohol and pure exhaustion. Then it came again louder, and he frowned, glancing at his watch—four a.m. Who on earth would be knocking on his door at this hour? Well, whoever they were, they were going to get a mouthful. He didn’t take jobs at home and everyone should damn well know that. He flung open the door with a sharp retort already forming on his lips, only to stand there in stunned silence, his jaw nearly on the floor when he saw who stood there.

“Emma?” he managed in astonishment.

She gave him a small smile. “Garret, it’s been a long time.”

He gaped at her. Emma Strachan was the last person he expected to see. His gaze swept over her, searching for any changes the last several years might have wrought. Small and slight, she barely came up to his shoulder. That, along with delicate features, meant people always underestimated her. He tried not to smile; they rarely did it twice. She had a quick temper and a wicked tongue. In more ways than one. The thought popped into his head, and he quickly squashed it down. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back from her face and plaited down her back, and she wore combats, thick boots, and a light cardigan. If he wasn’t mistaken, with dried blood on it and across her hands.

For a second, his stomach dropped, but she seemed unhurt, and then again, blood wasn’t that uncommon in her profession. One of the things they had in common, at least. He forced himself to meet the deep green of her eyes. She was scared, he realized with a shock, and it took quite a bit to scare Emma.

“What the hell have you got yourself into?”

If you like the sounds of it, then I’d love you to come and join in the Facebook release day party here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1500862333570037/

Or I’ll be sharing my shiny new cover here on Monday! (Exciting).

Don’t forget to check out the other great authors on the blog hop here:

http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.co.uk/

Have a fab weekend x