Thanks to a challenge from my sister, author Heather M. Sharpe, I've decided to post a teaser of my current WIP, Shards of Qikan. Enjoy!
A muffled whimper escaped the door. With airplane bathrooms being the size of a postage stamp, she gently opened the door so it wouldn't hit him. She wondered why he hadn't locked it.
She choked and slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her laughter.
Faolan bent over as far as he could in the tiny space, his pants at his ankles. Blood dotted the seat of his bright blue Smurfs boxers. She whipped out her phone and snapped a picture. The men would never believe her without proof.
At the click of the shutter, Faolan jerked around, snarling in pain. "Delete it or I'll blow this whole damn plane into space," he growled.
"Yeah, right, and leave your baby sister and brother to fend for themselves? I don't think so. Now, what's with the blood?" Erza asked, pocketing her phone...after texting the image to her private e-mail. One could never be too safe when ribbing a technological genius.
"Bitch shot me the second I stepped out of the fucking car; didn't even give me a chance to talk," he grumbled, wincing as he gingerly pulled the loose material away from his skin.
"What did she shoot you with? A shotgun? Drop your drawers, I'll take a look," Erza said, stepping into the cramped room and shutting the door. She respected some of his privacy after all.
"No fucking way. I'm not showing you my privates, even if you order me to. The guys would kill me if I even contemplated it," Faolan protested backing against the wall. Not that he got very far.
"Oooh! A four syllable word! Somebody's been reading the dictionary again!" Erza quipped...