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I thought I'd share a bit more from my first book, To the Limit. My hero, Nick, is a diplomat (from a fictional Latin American country) and my heroine, Mary Beth, is a librarian who's traveled to said country, determined to ransom her brother from kidnappers. To do so, she needs Nick's help. Here's a bit of their exchange in his office. She's not prepared for his polite refusal, but she won't give up. When he asks where she's supposed to take the ransom, Mary Beth names the location:
"To Los Desamparados, in the Upper Rio Hermoso valley."
Each tick of the large clock on the low bookcase to one side weighed heavily in the subtly lit room. She wished she could climb inside his mind, see what he was thinking.
"Do you know what desamparados means?" he asked finally.
"That has nothing—"
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This continues with more from Another Hero, an unpublished work. Laura Morales is hiding from authorities and waiting tables at a South American beach side restaurant/cantina. A stranger has been watching her, and now the man considered her father's enemy (Ruiz, a powerful political figure), has arrived and decided he will make her sit at his table, unaware of who she is. He forces her down into a chair by grabbing her shoulders, then running his hands down toward the front of her blouse.
Here are the six sentences:
Without a single thought beyond getting away, she jumped up, turned, and swinging upward, slapped him. The sound, sharp and satisfying, echoed in the silence of the veranda.
She barely had time to curse her reflexive action before Ruiz, surprised in mid-laugh, his face already showing the imprint of her hand, pulled her close. “Muchacha, who do you think you are?” he asked, his fingers biting into her cheeks.
“Release me,” she said, sounding so formal, so calm, as if she were as brave as she pretended when her fear was a living thing, altering her breathing, making it shallow and short.
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