Six paragraphs from my current novel One Bad Day.
Tessa is having one seriously bad day. After agreeing to dress as a cheesy mascot at a convention for her boss, her clothes get stolen, she gets chased through a sinister parking garage, and her apartment gets broken into and turned upside down.
Gray, an off-duty police officer, can’t resist the sexy legs he sees in costume at a hotel convention. When he catches sight of her running for her life through a dark car lot, he’s determined to find out what her story is and ends up promising to keep Tessa safe…even if that means taking her home with him.
Eight hours later, Tessa sat on the locker room bench struggling
to get the cumbersome light bulb off her head. Her feet hurt
and she was sure she had several blisters from her stupid, but still
cute, shoes. She made a mental note to request to see the costume
ahead of time if she was ever asked to be a mascot again.
“Let me help you get the head off,” Irene said while lifting
the giant light bulb off of Tessa. “I’m going to put this in the main
office and then I’ve gotta run. After you change, just take Claudia’s
gloves and stuff home and wash them. I gave her your number.
She said she’ll text you to get it all back.”
“Okay.” Tessa began pulling off the white gloves.
“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for
me.” Irene opened the locker room door, awkwardly clutching
the mascot head. “Turn off the lights when you leave. Have a
great weekend,” she called over her shoulder as she left, the door
closing behind her.
Tessa sighed and then caught her reflection in the locker room
mirror. Oh crap. With the thin, white tank top that showed the
outline of her bra, the white skirt that came to the tops of her
thighs and her strappy stilettos, she totally looked like a hooker.
She went over to get her bag so she could change into her own
clothes and saw it wasn’t there. Remembering how she’d knocked
all her things all over the floor, she looked around. She found a
stray quarter under the bench, but no bag. She clearly remembered
hanging it up. She checked around the locker room to see
if it was hanging somewhere else. No bag. Well didn’t that just
figure? Now she’d have to go home in the hooker clothes.
Tessa grabbed her coat off the hook and put it on. After rolling
off the white gloves and jamming them in a coat pocket, she stuck
her hand in the other pocket and sighed with relief when she felt
her keys. Jiggling them a bit to loosen the change and other items
tangled with them, she fished around until she found her cell
phone. At least she had her phone and a way of getting home. She
would hate to have to walk home looking like an exotic dancer
from the waist down.
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