The Accidental Assassin Teaser

So, I'm still alive after my last bad news post. (YAY!) And you guys either have really bad aim or love me enough to only pick smooth rocks, because I don't have any broken bones, either. Thank you for that. ;) And thank you guys for being so understanding.

Since there seems to be a huge thing on Facebook going on right now where authors share 7 lines from their current WIP, I figured I'd just share a teaser there and on my blog. (BTW, if you don't follow my Facebook page, you should. I like to do random giveaways, post tiny teasers, and news there. Okay, I'm just a Facebook addict. I'm not ashamed, but if you want to keep up with more tidbits about Sam and Alex, Ava and Owen, or any of my other characters, you should definitely check it out.)

From The Accidental Assassin:
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“So is this how you stand when you shoot?” I tried to not focus on the way his body wrapped around mine.

“Of course not.” He stepped back and I turned to look at him. “I can’t look stupid while I’m out killing people.”

“Gee, thanks.” I reached behind me and tried to put the pistol into the holster. The sweater caught on the gun and I fumbled for a minute before getting it safely put away. Well, safe was a matter of opinion. The gun was loaded, with one in the chamber, and currently pointed down my ass crack.

“You don’t want to be comfortable with them.” Owen was watching me with guarded eyes. “If you’re too comfortable you’ll take them for granted and that’s when you hurt yourself.”

“Or someone else.”

“That too.” Turning away from me he loaded another gun before placing it a shoulder holster for himself. He also attached a knife to his ankle, and stuck a smaller pistol in the small of his back. He pulled a large gun out from the bag and checked the chamber and I felt my eyes widen.

“I can’t wait to see where you put that thing.”

“I bet you would.” He looked around the room for a minute before walking over to the bed. Flipping the mattress over he used a smaller pocket knife to cut a large gash in the fabric.

“There goes our deposit.”