Posted by Julie at Nov 14, 2012 3:35 pm
Sorry…I’m writing the final chapters of my new Marisela book and I totally forgot to post. I’ve shown you all the cover right?
I can’t upload it for some reason…so how about an excerpt?
FIRST TIME ANYWHERE!
(Fair warning…the language (actually LANGUAGES) is a little rough…Marisela has a potty mouth.)
Marisela Morales had a secret.
To keep the information under wraps, sheâ€™d lied to everyone from her sainted mother to her best friend, Lia Santorini, who, up until now, had been privy to Mariselaâ€™s every misdeed, from the first time she planted a brown recluse spider in Sister Gracielaâ€™s habit in third grade to the time just six months ago when sheâ€™d shot a man because heâ€™d manipulated a woman she admired into committing cold-blooded murder.
She hadnâ€™t gotten caught for either offense, proving that if there was one person she could trust, it was Lia. But tonight, she wasnâ€™t taking chances. To pull off this Christmas surprise, she had to rely on the only person who could expertly lie,, even to the people she lovedâ€”herself.
Since Lia was working late on the second floor of the old cigar factory her bosses at Titan International had converted to a satellite office, Marisela had to use some of the covert skills the security firm had taught her to escape her third floor apartment unseen. She trick-wired her alarm system, slipped out of her window, slid to the second floor fire escape and then vaulted, feet first, to the patch of thick grass below.
She swallowed a guttural umph and remained crouched while scooting out of the pink glow from the security light. Spying no movement inside, she blended into the thick hedge, avoiding the covertly place trip-wires that would signal the office to an intruder, dug the toe of her boot into a break in the mortar of the ten-foot high brick fence and bounded over. This time, she landed with a loud thud, but from this point, she was free and clear. Hours ago, sheâ€™d moved her car to the parking lot of the Puerto Rican barbeque joint around the corner. She was just about to press the button on the fob of her keychain when a voice snapped through the pork-flesh scented air.
â€œAnd just where do you think youâ€™re going?â€
Marisela had her gun out and leveled before she connected the wryly pitched tone to the unyielding, but familiar face.
â€œCoÃ±o su madre, Lia. One of these days, Iâ€™m going to shoot you,â€ Marisela snapped, re-engaging the safety and then holstering her gun beneath her jacket.
â€œDonâ€™t you dare curse my mother, you dirty, lying thief.â€
â€œThief? Iâ€™ve never stolen anything in my life.â€
Lia arched a perfectly sculpted brow. â€œCare to discuss Michael Dâ€™Angeloâ€™s virginity again?â€
Marisela snorted. â€œI didnâ€™t steal his virginity. He was offering it to whatever chica he lured into his backseat. Besides, the comemierda had a prick the size of a snausage. Is that what you wanted for your first time?â€
Lia tried to maintain her scowl, but her lips twitched. Marisela pointed and laughed, once and loudly, at her friendâ€™s inability to stay mad. Mariselaâ€™s brief betrayal back in high school, shortly after her gut-wrenching break-up with her first, and so far, only love, had cost her a weekâ€™s worth of talking to her best friend, but in the end, sheâ€™d saved Lia from having her first sexual experience with a guy who couldnâ€™t adequately fuck a Barbie doll.
What were friends for?
â€œYou havenâ€™t answered my question,â€ Lia pressed.
â€œEver think there might be a reason for that?â€
â€œThat youâ€™re trying to avoid telling me where youâ€™re going? I know youâ€™re not on a case. I got an email from Brynn and Ian as their yacht crossed into Lamaire Channel. Titan is officially closed for the holidays. You have no open cases and no reason to sneak out of your apartment when you were supposed to have left three hours ago to drive your parents to Orlando for that food expo to meet AarÃ³n Sanchez.â€
Marisela groaned. Whenever Lia talked in long sentences peppered with undisputable facts, she was unstoppable. If she started using big words, Marisela could kiss her Christmas present good-bye.
â€œThey made it there in time to sample his ceviche,â€ Marisela replied, struck for a moment by how dirty that sounded when said out loud.
â€œI know. They called to ask if they needed to tip the driver you hired.â€
â€œWhy did they call you?â€
â€œBecause you werenâ€™t answering your phone.â€
Marisela didnâ€™t bother to check her phone. Her parents constantly called her old number, no matter how many times she programmed her new one into their phones. â€œI tipped the driver. I told my father three times.â€
â€œAnd how many times did you tell me that you were going with them?â€
â€œJust the once.â€
â€œExcuse me? I helped you order the tickets. We talked about this a dozen times.â€
â€œYou talked about it,â€ Marisela reminded her. â€œI just nodded and hummed.â€
Liaâ€™s frown returned. Then she started tapping her foot.
â€œLook, I didnâ€™t let you in on my surprise because itâ€™s a surprise for you, too.â€
This was not entirely true, but it wasnâ€™t so far off that Marisela had to employ any special skills to make it believable.
â€œNow youâ€™re just bullshitting me.â€
â€œWould I bullshit a bullshitter?â€
â€œYou do it every day,â€ Lia countered. â€œAnd I donâ€™t bullshit except when Iâ€™m paid to. And right now, weâ€™re both off the clock. Brynn and Ian are floating somewhere off the southern coast of Argentina. Max is, well, Max is somewhere he wonâ€™t reveal and will be incommunicado until after the new year. You should be in Orlando with your family, not asking for trouble that if you get, youâ€™ll have no one to save your ass.â€
Marisela nearly choked. â€œSince when do I need someone else to save my ass?â€
She unlocked the door to her Camaro ZL1, an early Christmas present to herself, and cursed when Lia positioned herself so that she couldnâ€™t back up unless she was willing to turn her best friend into road kill.
â€œTell me where youâ€™re going,â€ Lia insisted.
This is what she got for convincing Brynn hiring her once the mayor hit his term limit? â€œTo pick up my parentâ€™s real Christmas present.â€
Marisela didnâ€™t have time to deal with the fireworks that were going to go off when she told Lia the truth. Not unless she did it in transit. Resigned, she opened the passenger door.
Have you read the first two books? Are you looking forward to the third? I am! I’m almost done!!! It will be out soon…