Morning all. I didn’t realize I was supposed to be posting for Snippet Saturday, so here I am for…er…Snippet Sunday. My apologies to other authors. Saturday is a work day for me, and I get a little distracted sometimes.
Anyway, here is a quick sketch of my hero, Sean Kennedy, from a Berkley Heat book coming out 2/2010 called RELEASE.
Sean watched her closely, seeing her indecision, her exhaustion. He sensed something else in her; something he strongly suspected was fear. The realization that it was he who was making her practically vibrate with anxiety made him feel like he’d just tipped pure acid down his throat.
He understood why she was so nervous around him . . . to an extent, anyway. He cursed himself at least once a day for his uncharacteristic impulsivity on that night three years ago. Genny had every right to avoid him like he carried a particularly potent version of the plague. When he’d been desperate to see her after Max’s death, he’d sometimes catch her wincing when she looked at him.
He’d made a mistake. But that’d been years ago. How long did he have to suffer for caring about something beyond wisdom and circumstances?
He knew he wasn’t good enough for Genny, but that simple fact had never once stopped him from wanting her more than he’d ever wanted anything. Besides, Sean figured he possessed some kind of deep psychological flaw that made him rebel against the obvious.
Stubbornness stiffened his backbone and he sat forward on the couch, elbows on his knees. He’d grown up knowing that if you wanted something, you had to do more than just fight for it. You had to go into that fight like it was your last volitional act on earth. You had to be willing to sacrifice everything before you went into that battle, whether it was a back-alley scrap with a bully or an Iraqi who hated you so much it was like a poison in his blood.
It hadn’t been hard for him as a kid to live by that code. He’d had nothing of substance to lose but his own life—and hadn’t he gotten the message from plenty of people that even that was a worthless commodity?
He still had nothing to lose at age thirty-seven, Sean admitted to himself grimly. But Genny had wandered into his domain again, even if it had been unintentional on her part. Mistakes and sins be damned.
He wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.
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