How about a snippet from the Tracker Claims the Cutie (Rescue for Hire West 2). It will be released on Saturday. http://www.bookstrand.com/the-tracker-claims-the-cutie
In this scene Santos and Tristen were forced to take shelter in a pond to survive a fire. This is what happened after the Rescue for Hire West team rescued them.
It took time, but Santos’s world slowly
became more than puking up bitter mud-tasting water, coughing with a blazing
throat and lungs, and burning up with blistering skin.
He was lying on the ground with Reese
kneeling next to him, holding a small canister of oxygen to his face. Looking
through sore, watery eyes, Santos saw that his grim-faced, dripping-wet team
members had surrounded him.
Confused, he wondered what was going on.
Before he could ask, Rhys and Roman separated, and Parker came toward him,
holding up Tristen.
Santos struggled to sit up, alarmed at
Tristen’s condition. Through the soot, Tristen’s face was stark white with
patches of red. Some were seeping burns, but the red on each cheek was
something else. Tristen’s red-rimmed eyes had a wild look in them, and his lips
were crusted and blistered.
Tristen said something to Parker in a
low, hoarse whisper, and they stopped a few feet away from Santos. With shaking
hands, Tristen pushed Parker away before looking at Santos.
His amorzinho,
his little love, stood there, swaying as shivers coursed through his body.
Tristen stumbled one step forward before he caught himself. Nobody went to help
him, which pissed Santos off. Santos went to try and get up but stopped when
Tristen lifted a trembling finger.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he
said in a hoarse, ragged whisper.
“Amorzinho—”
“Don’t. Don’t talk,” Tristen interrupted
and began to snap that powerful finger back and forth. “You may never
disappear, and not move, and not breathe ever again.” Tears carved a path
through the soot. “I…I cannot…lose you.”
Tristen’s shoulders shook as great sobs
overtook him, and he stumbled forward into Santos’s waiting arms. Holding the
little man close, Santos rested his cheek against Tristen’s wet hair. Tears might
have trailed down his face as he whispered, “Meu amor, my love, meu amor.”
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