So you can see what I’m revising, here’s a snippet from Two Knights in Camelot (magic, reincarnation, hackers, and the Russian mob in Vegas). Final edits will happen after I get all the additions and tweaks done and smoothed out, so this is not final form, here.

Two Knights in Camelot
copyright 2009 Charlene Teglia
Ellora’s Cave Publishing all rights reserved

“You’ll come with me.” The voice wasn’t Gwen’s. Lance hadn’t really expected it to be hers. Gwen had done a lot of surprising things tonight, but she hadn’t stuck a gun into his side. This voice was feminine, but had a Russian accent that made him think of her as Natasha. Was there a Boris nearby? Time would tell.

“I make it a policy not to disappoint beautiful women,” Lance said. “But you put me in a difficult position. If I stay, I disappoint you. If I go with you before my dinner partner comes back, I disappoint her.”

“She will get used to disappointment,” Natasha replied. “Come.”

Lance stood, hoping Gwen was getting away. The text message she’d received had to have been her next set of instructions. “Are you responsible for the fascinating video sample I got this evening?”

“You found it fascinating?”

“Yes.” Lance thought it over. “The image quality was very good. The angle captured a lot of the action.”

“There was a lot of action to capture.”

“There was,” Lance agreed. Art might be a genius with computers, but he was clearly no slacker when it came to women. Gwen hadn’t cheated on him because he couldn’t satisfy her in bed.

“She’s a whore,” Natasha stated. “She slept with him before she slept with you. In the same bed.”

“She’s engaged to him,” Lance pointed out in the spirit of fairness. “If I can’t persuade her to leave him for me, maybe I don’t deserve to win the best penis contest.”

“You take her side?”

“I take my own side.”

Natasha made what might have been an approving noise. But he noticed that she left the gun in his ribs. He didn’t try to disarm her. He needed information. Unless he’d seriously misread the situation, his best chance to get it meant cooperating.

He didn’t anticipate the chloroform she slapped over his face as soon as the elevator door closed on the two of them.