Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Tuesday Teaser!

Good Morning!  So glad you came to see me this morning.  I have a bit for you from a paranormal WIP called "HEAT".  Hope you enjoy.  Don't forget to visit my fantastic critique partner's teaser, April London, and Jennifer's teaser page as well.

“Yes, I’m sure.  Start it.”  He answered and held up is hand.  Coby took a butterfly syringe and found a vein in Scott’s arm quickly.
“Sit,” Coby ordered Scott into the chair across the room.  “I don’t need you passing out.”  Scott shot him an ugly glare and Coby just grinned.  Scott watched Coby cut the clothes off of his mate and felt an unnatural urge to pound on the young werewolf for touching her at all.  Crap, he didn’t even know what the girl’s name was.  Coby looked back over his shoulder.  “Easy big guy, I’m just cleaning her wounds.  She’s burning up too.  I need to go downstairs and make some ice packs.  You have any plastic baggies?”
“Sorry Coby, I don’t know what came over me.  Yeah, drawer by the fridge.”
“Cool be back in five,” he said, checking Scott’s blood bag before he took off down the stairs.
Scott gazed at the woman on his bed.  He couldn’t help but at admire her pert breasts, held up nicely with a hot pink sports bra.  Coby had cleaned the large wound that ran from just below her bra to the edge of her left hip.  It had stopped bleeding, but it was an angry red and very inflamed.  Smaller cuts and scrapes littered her golden brown skin.  He flexed his arm and a sharp pain reminded him of the needle that was there.
He heard Coby coming back up the stairs.  His eyes widened at the bags of ice he had managed to carry in one trip.  “You started the bonding process didn’t you?”  Scott nodded.  “I figured that’s why she felt so hot.  What I can’t figure out is why she hasn’t shifted yet.”
“The necklace,” Scott answered, directing Coby’s gaze to her neck.
“Whoa!” Coby exclaimed as he pulled the necklace over her head.  “Second Council!  Shit, man!  Burton is going to have a field day when he hears about this.”
“She’s my mate, Coby.  Do you know what it’s been like these past years, thinking I would never have a chance at a mate, because the council deemed me a coward!” 
Coby laid the necklace on the end table and then walked over to get the full blood bag unhooked from Scott.  He walked back over to the bed and sat down.
“Here we go, sweet girl.” He squeezed Mya’s hand after connecting her IV to Scott’s blood.
“Is it going to help?” Coby turned suddenly; he hadn’t even heard that sneaky bastard stand up.
“Man, you gotta quit doing that.” Coby nodded his head.  “It should.  As long as she accepts your blood,” he answered softly, worry creeping into his voice.  He carefully packed the plastic bags of ice around her body and underneath her legs.
“Thank you Coby.”
“I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” The young man stood up and walked quietly out of the room.  Scott pulled the armchair up next to the bed and sat down.  He picked up her shorts from the floor and dug through the pockets.  He felt a small square piece of leather and pulled it out.  It was her ID.  Mya Silver.  Holy crap!  He was bonding with Miriam Silver’s daughter.  He heard Coby’s voice in his head telling him, “I told you, you were in deep shit, man.”  He growled and closed his mind to the younger Were.  He appreciated his medical expertise, but he wasn’t about to get scolded by a kid.