I've come to deliver your weekly teaser. I've spent a lot of time rewriting Ravish (Book 1 of the Teplo Files) over the last couple of weeks, so I hope you don't mind another teaser from this particular story. :)
Enjoy!
Strobe lights flashed across the room,
briefly striking the mass of smiling faces crammed onto the dance floor. The
dancers swayed and jumped to the loud, electronic beat vibrating the floor
beneath Tristan Riley's boots, oblivious to everyone around them. The rapidly
moving lights illuminated only bits and pieces of the eighty or so inside the
club. Flashes of skin, bright smiles… vacant, bloodshot eyes. Just enough to
make Tristan sick to his stomach.
He slipped through the crowd
soundlessly, taking pains to avoid the flailing limbs precariously close to
invading his personal space. Trying to blend in and go unnoticed amidst the
drugged dancers in various stages of intoxication.
A waifish looking young guy spun in
front of him, his arms shooting out as if to test whether he'd gained the
ability to fly since making his way inside Teplo
when the doors opened. Someone moved into the empty space behind Tristan a
split second too soon, knocking him forward, into the guy flapping his arms
like a bird. His bony elbow hit Tristan squarely in the stomach.
"Dammit," Tristan muttered,
quickly stepping around the oblivious fool. Getting knocked on his ass in the
middle of the dark club wasn't part of Tristan's plan. He needed to get to the
far side of the dance floor. He grimaced and gave up trying to force his way
through the crowd crammed onto the dance floor, instead pressing his body close
to the wall.
Narrowing his
eyes to peer through the mass of dancers, Tristan tried to gauge the distance
between his current position and his target. Someone had scrawled the word
"storage" across the battered door with a black marker, but Tristan
wasn't stupid. He'd bet his left nut the floor of Teplo hadn't see the business end of a mop in weeks.
Besides, judging from the broken glass
and buckling pavement out front, the Vetrov brothers weren't all that concerned
with keeping up appearances. No way were they shelling out the cash to stock
bullshit supplies they didn't use. Whatever they hid in that room was a lot
more sinister than outdated and unused bottles of Mr. Clean.
Unfortunately, Tristan wouldn't get a
chance to test his theory tonight.
xoxo,
Ayden
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Great teaser. Thanks and good luck with your books.
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