Thursday, April 1, 2010

Lisa Pietsch: A Taste of Liberty

Excerpt from Lisa Pietsch's A Taste of Liberty, Book #2 in the Task Force 125 series, from Sapphire Blue Publishing.

Sarah Stevens finally has a life.

Instead of the same old life with no man around who is worth the energy, now she has three!

One she loves but cannot have,
one she can have but cannot love,
and another who wants her and doesn’t care if she loves him.

What’s a girl to do?

A Taste of Liberty

Warning: Strong Language

Sarah walked into her apartment and closed the door.  She pulled her phone out of her purse and dialed Vince.

No answer.

Those sons of bitches are going to answer for this.

The more Sarah thought about it, the angrier she became. 

Where the hell do they get off scaring my dates away like a couple of big brothers puffing up their chests?

She called Will.

He picked up on the first ring.  "Sarah, you okay?"

"I'm pissed.  Where's Vince?"

"We left the club about fifteen minutes ago.  He was going straight back to his place."

"Great.  I'll find him."


Sarah hung up before he could say anything.  She left her apartment, stomped down the hallway and punched the elevator button.

Son of a bitch.

When the elevator didn't show up immediately, she ripped open the stairwell door and ran down the two flights of stairs to Vince's floor.

She banged on his apartment door like a cop ready to bust a drug dealer.

Vince opened the door within seconds wearing a casual smile.  "Hey, sweetheart." 

A flash of pink silk caught Sarah's eye.  She looked past Vince to see a beautiful brunette in pajamas lounging on his sofa.

Rage boiled beneath her skin.  Every muscle in her body tensed with anger.  She glared at him but he seemed oblivious as he smiled at her.


She didn't try to stop herself as she threw her whole body into a hard punch to his stomach. 

Vince wasn't expecting the hit.  He braced his hands on the doorframe, bent slightly into himself and stepped back before recovering.  His face was red and he looked genuinely surprised when he looked up.

His voice boomed.  "What the hell was that for?"

"Don't sweetheart me, you bastard!  You get to bring women home whenever you like, but I finally find a nice guy to go out to dinner with and you and your flunky, Will, have to fuck it up?"

He shook his head and grabbed her arm.  "Now hold on a minute!"

Sarah cut him off.  "No, you hold on!"  She shook her arm free of his grip.  "Let's get something clear here.  We may work together but my off-duty time is mine."  Sarah turned without waiting for a response and stormed down the hall.  Behind her, she heard Vince's door slam shut.”