Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Repo Chick Blues Excerpt


I was watching a documentary-type reality show about auto recovery agents one day and was struck by the fact that there didn't seem to be any female recovery agents. I know they're out there, but they are few and far between. Watching the show, I learned that auto recovery agents love the adrenalin rush of stealing cars. The rush is like an addiction to them. Auto recovery is one of the most dangerous jobs out there.

I found this intriguing. I began wondering what kind of woman would be drawn to auto recovery. What kind of past she would've had to draw her to want to put herself into such a dangerous job. There are many jobs out there, why auto recovery. I couldn't let the idea go, and Leah Ryan was born :)

Then her boss/partner Callahan Parker was born, and the story got really interesting. *Grin*

Excerpt from Repo Chick Blues

We dropped the car off at the repo depot and exchanged it for the sleek bike Jack had made for the dorky loser who didn’t deserve it. It might be petty, but it bothers me when beautiful machines such as that bike and the gorgeous Rubicon Jeep Wrangler fall into the hands of spoiled brats who would never appreciate them.

Oh yeah, I’m bitter.

I needed to drive and Cal sensed this, so there was no argument from him when I donned a helmet and climbed onto the front part of the seat.

“I’m surprised you wear a helmet. You seem like such a daredevil,” Cal said, placing the other helmet over his head.

“I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid. Ever see a head that’s been smashed all over the road?

“Um, no.”

“You wanna keep it that way.”

“You’ve seen a head smashed all over the road?” He wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I used to run with a wild crowd. Some of them thought they were too cool for helmets. One of them looked anything but cool when his head was being scraped off the pavement.” I blinked
away the memory of that image. “The others began wearing helmets after that.”

I revved up the engine and headed north, speeding along the river. We bulleted down the highway with an icy wind against our faces. The faster we moved, the clearer my mind became. Tension fell away from me, leaving me feeling lighter.

We kept going until we reached Lake George. I pulled into a parking area across the road from the beach. The water looked black at this time of night and only a few stray wanderers made their way along the street. I climbed off the bike, pulled off my helmet and shook my head. With my short, wavy hair, there’s not much else I can do. It looks awry all the time.

When we walked across the road toward the lake, I couldn’t help but think how beautiful a night it was. I found myself wishing that we’d found our way there under different circumstances.
We headed down to the beach, feeling the sand slip and slide beneath our feet. It was a gorgeous night. The humidity level was low and there was just a slight nip to the breeze. Some would’ve wanted a sweater or light jacket on such a night but I welcomed the cooler air. It had been too hot for so long.

“It’s nice out here.” There was a touch of huskiness to his voice. He looked nice staring out over the dark ripples with the moonlight touching his dark hair.

I nodded. “I like it when it’s quiet like this.” It felt strange being out here with Callahan. I was reminded of awkward first dates. Although we’d had sex, amazing sex, neither of us knew quite what to say. All we knew was that we didn’t want to discuss work or drug lords who tricked innocents into prostitution.

I sat down on the sand, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around my shins, rested my chin on my knees. Silhouettes of seagulls moved in slow circles over the water. Their cries, caught in the wind, sounded lonely.

Cal sat down beside me. He picked up a small stone in the sand near his feet and tossed it into the water. “Too choppy for skimming.”

I had an unexplainable urge to go skinny-dipping. “But not for swimming.”

He turned and looked at me, his expression surprised and a little amused.

I leaned back on my elbows and crossed my legs, letting one move lazily up and down. This felt suspiciously like flirting. “Wanna get crazy?”

He looked around, making sure nobody was on the beach or watching nearby. A crooked smile came across his face. “Okay.” Cal was like every other red-blooded male out there. Most men would take their clothes off in a blizzard if a woman were willing to take her clothes off too.
I stood up, pulling my tank top over my head and dropped it to the sand. I walked toward the water, stripping myself of my sports bra, my jeans and my boots. Goose bumps appeared on my arms and legs and I smiled into the wind as I ran full tilt into the chilly water, splashing all the way.

It was so cold that I couldn’t breathe for a moment, so I dove beneath the surface and swam until I grew accustomed to the temperature. I popped back up and laughed, feeling a little hysterical, and when I turned toward the beach, I could see that Cal was already in the water.
“Wow,” I called out to him as he swam toward me. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

“There’s a naked girl in the water,” he said by way of explanation, his breathing labored with his swimming movements.

I trod water until he reached me and then floated on my back, the water filling my ears and blocking most sound above the surface. Cal stayed near me, watching me with a goofy smile on his face. I hadn’t even noticed that my breasts had popped out of the water, gleaming white under the full moon. There was no way he could’ve missed them. I laughed again, my giggles sounding strange with my ears under water.

Finally I went back to treading, but a string of giggles escaped me and suddenly I couldn’t stop laughing. Callahan watched me for a moment, a strange smile on his face. When he’d decided that I hadn’t really gone crackers, he joined me. We laughed so hard that both of us swallowed some water, the two of us coughing and hacking, and still laughing. We had to swim back to where there was sand beneath our feet before we both drowned.

We stood in front of each other, neck deep in the lake, catching our breaths. We watched each other’s faces, not saying anything for a long moment, the air thick with anticipation. His eyes were softened by desire and he moved forward. I stepped back. I knew what we were about to do wasn’t a good idea. My need for him was taking over my common sense. Relationships were messy and we had to work together. The more we had sex, the closer we came to actually being in a relationship. Then, being me, at that moment I didn’t much care. I was just enjoying teasing the hell out of him.

Finally I moved forward in one fluid motion until our noses were almost touching. My breasts brushed up against his chest, thrilling my nipples. His breath was becoming ragged and he was trembling from holding back.

“Leah—”

I cut him off with my mouth, tasting drops of lake water on his lips. I kissed him softly, but wouldn’t offer him my tongue.

“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured against my lips.

“It’s okay. I’m in water.”

He lifted his hands to my waist, moving them over my back and down my ass. His hands were strong, rough feeling, even though they were softened by water. Callahan Parker was a tough nut. He kept his temper and ability to harm tightly harnessed. I respected him for this. I also found it sexy as hell.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes, his face a mix of emotions. “You scare the hell out of me.”

“I scare the hell out of me, too.” And that was the truth. Suddenly I felt cold. I began to shiver and my teeth started chattering.

He slid his hand up and rested it on the back of my neck, pulling my head toward his shoulder. I resisted a little at first, confused. Somehow, he knew exactly what I needed, even if I hadn’t known myself. He tried again, gently pulling, guiding my head toward his shoulder until I finally gave in. I let my cheek rest against him. Drops of water beaded his skin, chilling it. Strangely, I felt warm again.

At that moment, there was no place on earth I’d rather have been.

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19 Comments:

Blogger Rae Morgan said...

Hey Tracy, great excerpt.

Rae Morgan

8:52 AM  
Blogger Tracy Sharp said...

Thanks, Rae!

9:00 AM  
Blogger Amy S. said...

Repo Chick Blues sounds very good. Great excerpt!

9:20 AM  
Blogger Tracy Sharp said...

Thanks so much, Amy :)

9:35 AM  
Blogger snowflake said...

Hi Tracy, what a special and exciting job your heroine has! She sounds someone I would love to meet.

Why did you choose to write RCB in first person? Do you find it easier or more difficult than third person?

9:40 AM  
Blogger Sherrill Quinn said...

Tracy, great excerpt! I don't usually like reading first person, but you had me so drawn in, I barely noticed. :)

9:47 AM  
Blogger Pink Pen said...

Wow Tracy, great excerpt! I can't wait to read the rest :)

9:49 AM  
Blogger Tracy Sharp said...

Hi Jenny! It was strange the way it happened. I didn't make a conscious decision to write in first person. Leah just started talking and I just started typing. It was pretty neat. Repo Chick was so much fun to write. I find first person much easier to write than third person now.

I find it very natural. It's hard to write in third person after writing two books in a row in first person. Finding Chloe is the second book in the series and it's completely written in first as well :)

Thanks, Sherrill and Pink Penn! Nice to see you both!

10:00 AM  
Blogger Jennifer Y. said...

Great Excerpt!!

10:42 AM  
Blogger Tracy Sharp said...

Thanks, Jennifer :)

11:30 AM  
Blogger Nicole said...

Ooh...sounds good. I love to watch those repo shows every once in awhile!

1:04 PM  
Blogger Trace said...

Hi Nicole! Nice to see ya!

2:32 PM  
Blogger snowflake said...

Tracy, I look forward to the second and other books in the series. The more I look at the cover of RCB, the more I like it. It goes very well with the title!

3:58 PM  
Blogger Trace said...

Thanks, Jennybrat! Isn't that cover AWESOME? I LOVE that cover! April Martinez is incredibly talented.

4:01 PM  
Blogger Tamara said...

Interesting concept. And you're right about never hearing about female repo agents. Maybe there are less women who like taking risks or there are just more guys who think they should like taking risks and are doing it for the macho posturing.

5:00 PM  
Blogger Trace said...

It's an interesting question, isn't it, Tamara? I know there are women risk takers. Look at all the women in the military. I bet there will be many more women going into auto recovery work now that the reality show about repo men has been on, though :)

8:11 PM  
Blogger KimW said...

"Most men would take their clothes off in a blizzard if a woman were willing to take her clothes off too."

hahaha! Had to laugh at that...so true! Love the excerpt your posted.

8:23 PM  
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8:29 PM  
Blogger Trace said...

LOL I know Kim! Like that old joke that a man has to do all these things to please a woman before he can get her into bed, but all a woman has to do is show up!

8:31 PM  

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