Tag Archives: suspense

Tuesday Tickle: Flesh Market

Just a quick tickle, because the dayjob from before my current dayjob called asking if I could cover for someone for a week. I’m dead on my feet, and now remember why I changed jobs, lol. Oh, well, I promised. Saturday, there shall be wine. A mega-ass sized bottle of wine.

Gone past 27K now, probably going to end in the 30-35K range, especially considering that every time I go through, I always end up with more words than I started. As The Editor in Question says, “Oh, yeah, your stuff grows.”

A little piece from early in the story, just after Julian, my not-an-agent MC, has been ‘kidnapped’:

His helper took the water away long before Julian was ready to see it go. He made a sound of protest and tried to grab for it.

“Shhh. Give it a chance to soak in. You can have more in a bit.” The guy let him lie down and Julian dozed off again.

Waking up the next time was much easier. His eyes were okay with pointing in the same direction, and his head no longer felt like it had been poured full of cement. Julian surveyed his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was shoving Agent Cheyne in the mall and stomping off to the washroom. Everything after that was a blank, but if he was in a strange room, lying on a smelly mattress next to someone he didn’t know, then he’d obviously encountered Agent Gale.

God, he hoped he’d encountered Agent Gale.

Tuesday Tickle: the Double Lives Call

Still trying to come up with a title. Maybe the Birds and I will take a shot at it and you all can chime in in the comments. No Birds this week, due to Defcon 5 level foul moods in the nest, or next week, because Zoe is gone to a horror con this weekend and won’t be around for our usual birding time.

And, yes, what the hell is it with me and names that start with L? At least they aren’t all showing up in the same book, lol.

So, here’s my older FBI agent, being introduced to you all. Even my tough guys are nerds… 😛 Who stops for a smoothie on the way to drop a communiqué to their boss?  (And this is so first draft… Literally written tonight, no editing, no read through. I know, I shouldn’t. Bad author. *smack*)

The teenager behind the counter popped a plastic top onto the cup and poked a straw through into olive green slurry inside. “Here you go,” she said cheerfully and slid it across the counter.

“Thanks,” he replied, sipping a bit and stuffing a dollar into her tip jar.

She smiled even more brightly and chirped, “Thank you!”

Leo took his cup of mixed yogurt and water-soluble vitamins and wandered down the mall toward the lotto booth. Off to one side, a thin man with lank ashy blond hair put down the dress shoe he was examining far too closely and drifted along in Leo’s wake. There was another as well that Leo was aware of, but that man was behind him now and out of his peripheral vision.

It used to be that just one would tail him on his trips to the mall or the bookie’s, but lately the bosses had been sending two men to shadow him on every jaunt.

Not his real bosses at the FBI, but his fake bosses in this human trafficking ring that Leo had infiltrated. After a good six months on the inside, he was convinced it was actually a front for something much more serious. But it was looking like getting the chance to find out what it was Leo was here to give his real bosses a head’s up that his cover was in danger of being blown and that he needed an extraction plan.

He stepped into line at the lotto booth and waited with feigned patience, sipping on his smoothie to pass the time and let him glance around to locate his tails.

A Different Tuesday Tickle

I’m playing with a blurb for the Double Lives call. I officially go the “Hell, yeah!” from She Who Must Be Obeyed, and I have until sometime late July to pull this story out of my ear.

Which is why I’m trying to work on a blurb for it right now, because I find writing the blurb really fine-tunes things for me.

This sucks, but it’s a start, right? (OMG, that last line is really bad…)

Buy a whole body, or just the parts…

Special Agent Leo Brinks is up a creek. Two years in deep cover is about to go up in flames, and it’s his fault. In a crowd of men who take what they want without a second thought, Leo stands out like a sore thumb. He’s made himself do lots of things—ugly things—in the name of the job, but he can’t use the poor boys and girls passing through the ‘processing’ warehouse for his own entertainment. Which makes the other muscle suspicious.

And if they’re suspicious, guaranteed the bosses will be soon.

The Agency wants to bring him home, but he’s not ready to give up yet. Especially since he’s finally found out what happens to kids that flunk out of ‘whore school’. But he wasn’t expecting the partner they sent him, or his own gut-punch of a response to the man.

Julian worked hard for that FBI Honors Internship between his third and fourth year of university. It was supposed to be a foot in the door, another step closer to the only job he’d ever wanted. He never suspected that shadowing an FBI analyst would catapult him into the middle of a major undercover operation. Yet here he is, sleeping on a filthy mattress and trying his best not to get raped. He’s never felt so scared, or so alive, in his entire life, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s the danger, or Leo, that’s making his heart race.

There’s no time to think about it, though. The operation is heating up, and Leo and Julian are running out of time. There’s only two options—take the whole operation down, or become just another set of organs for sale.

Three Dirty Birds Talk Suspense and Tension

Got the day right this time! Zoe has the weekly recap, and today’s post–On Suspense and Tension.

Tune in next week for Revision and Self-Editing for Publication by David Scott Bell.