ONE TO LEAVE
By Tia
Louise
Blurb
Some demons
can't be shaken off.
Some wounds
won't heal.
Until a pair
of hazel eyes knocks you on your ass, and you realize it's time to stop
running.
Meet Stuart Knight Dec. 29, 2014.
#SexyCowboy
Excerpt
One to Leave
By Tia
Louise
*unedited
draft, subject to change
Release
Date: Dec. 29, 2014
Years earlier, behind enemy
lines.
Long nights, sitting against the wall staring into darkness. We’d
shared just about everything to pass the time, to keep from going insane from
the monotony combined with the stress of knowing at any time we could be blown
up or shot. We were walking targets, and we’d been lucky.
“You’re right,” Derek exhaled, looking away again, out at the
expanse of beige. “I’m proud of my service, but when the time comes, I’ll walk
away.”
“You’ve got another road ahead of you.” I didn’t think any less of
him. Some guys in this outfit didn’t have the right stuff, the right attitude
or the honor, but that could never be said of this guy. “I’m glad we served
together.”
“Now who’s getting soft?” His deep laugh was the last sound I
heard before the staccato CLANK! of a
grenade dropped into the space with us.
We had seconds, if that long. No time to speak, only time to act.
Reaching down, I grabbed it, and threw it as fast and hard as I could. It was
just out the window when the BLAST!
threw us both against the wall.
My back had been curved from the throw, and I hit a bare space. I
was winded, but not hurt. Derek was out cold.
White smoke filled the room. Our luck had run out, and we were under
attack.
Shots fired outside as I made my way through the blindness to
where his dark body was slumped on the stone floor.
“Fuck!” I shouted. He
was as big as me and twice as heavy, but I’d be damned if I left him. With a
deep grunt, I hauled him onto my shoulders.
His voice was a groan in my ear. “Stuart. Go on. Go.”
“You’re not dying today, soldier,” I shouted back.
Months of working out and not much else between the explosions and
the darkness had me strong as a damn mule. I went up the short flight of steps
to the exit. I had no idea what I’d be stepping into when I went through that
door, but they knew we were in here. We couldn’t stay.
I held Derek steady on my back as I peered into the smoke and dust
filling the air. Two bodies in robes right ahead of us. Not Americans. There
wasn’t anything we could do for them, but I would do something for us.
A convoy had been preparing to transport the last of us two houses
down. If I could make it that far, it was possible we’d be safe. I couldn’t see
a damned thing as I made a break for it. My thighs burned with the exertion and
the extra weight, and my lungs seized from the smoke. Derek was a fucking dead
weight on my back, but I barely noticed with the adrenaline pumping in my
veins. I was born for this.
Blinking hard, I could just make out the hulking shapes of the
armored trucks waiting to take us away.
“We’re almost there,” I shouted, even though I was pretty sure he
was out again.
Taking the first step, I dug in with my heel, trying to gain speed
with traction. Combat boots, thirty-seven pounds of weaponry, ordnance, spying
shit, and my commanding officer. I ran as fast as I could to the symbol of
safety. I was just there when my feet went out from under me. My ears rang with
the noise of the explosion, and pain shot like fire through the lower half of
my body. I flew forward and landed on my chest in the dirt.
I couldn’t stop shaking. It wasn’t fear—it was adrenaline combined
with the effort I’d been pushing to get us to safety faster. My brain tilted on
its side. The trucks were near, but they couldn’t see us in all the smoke and
confusion. Bodies were running all around us. I needed to get up, but I was
dazed.
God dammit! I was made for this. I tried to
force myself to get up, but my body didn’t respond. I was above myself looking
down. Derek lay on my back exposed, unprotected. What the fuck was happening to me? I fought against this
pansy-assed flake-out. I had to get back down there. I had to carry my brother
to safety. I was stronger than this.
Somebody had to see us, but the whole place was in confusion.
Another whistling rocket, another explosion. I struggled to open my mouth and
yell for backup. Nothing came out. I saw a truck jolt and fly back. It was hit.
Then, like
an old-fashioned television switching off, everything blinked to black. I
didn’t see anything anymore.
Books by Tia Louise
One to Hold (Derek & Melissa), 2013
One to Keep (Patrick & Elaine), 2014
One to Protect (Derek & Melissa), 2014
One to Love (Kenny & Slayde), 2014
One to Leave (Stuart & Mariska), Dec. 29, 2014
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