This is an teaser from Day's Light, book#2 in the Mystic Bay series. Mark is still going through the change and still kinda out of it, but that's all about to change.
NAUSEA
CLAWED at Mark’s throat. He tried to force it back, but nope. Not happening. A small
trashcan appeared in front of him, and he grabbed it. His stomach contracted
violently, forcing whatever was still in him, out. The disgusting stench
invaded his nostrils, and he heaved again, even though there was nothing left.
Had
the food at one of the many casinos’ been spoiled? Food poisoning—just what he
did not need. His belly cramped again. Yup, he’d learned that the hard way. Had
he managed to catch Michael’s damn flu?
Michael
had been puking up his toenails shortly before they left for vacation. If he’d
caught the plague from Michael, he’d kick Michael’s ass when he got home just
on principle.
“Why
don’t I take that? The smell can’t be doing you any favors.”
Thoughts
of the flu, promised ass kicking, possible food poisoning, and just about
everything else vanished as his gaze flew to the owner of that compelling
voice. It all came rushing back. Sure enough, the blond god was sitting there
as calm as could be—as if puking into a trashcan was the most normal thing in
the world. Maybe it was. Maybe for a kidnapper this was business as usual.
