Mid Week Tease: Breaker Zone

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Happy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with a Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. This week, I’ll be sharing a teaser from my current WIP Breaker Zone, the second book in the Olympic Cove series. When Ian’s friend Nick Gardiner shows up bloodied and traumatized after a BDSM scene gone horribly wrong, Ian takes him in, no questions asked. But it turns out that Nick has a fate of his own to fulfill in Olympic Cove, as well as two gorgeous mermen who are intent on claiming him as their own.

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!


Chiron glanced back at him, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. For a moment Nick was terrified that he could read minds, and tried to generate mental static.

“He should heal cleanly. Decent enough work,” the centaur admitted, straightening up and yanking the blanket back over Aidan. “Now, what the hell are you keeping in your closet?”


“Never mind. Move.” Chiron easily brushed him to the side, pulling open the closet door and staring at the clothes Nick had hung up earlier. “Gaia’s tits. Where do you shop, Goodwill?”

“I had to pack fast, all right? They—“

A hand came up, silencing him as Chiron leaned closer. Blue eyes went wide. “Oh. Oh, shit.”

“What?” Nick got on tiptoe to peer around the centaur’s huge shoulder. The closet looked exactly like it had earlier — shirts and jeans hung up on hangers, his bag shoved into the bottom, flip-flops next to it, snake-wrapped staff propped against one wall. “What’s wrong?”

Chiron straightened up, pointing at the stick. “Where did you get that?”

Nick blinked, both at the bizarre non sequitur and the odd tone in the centaur’s voice. “An antique shop. It’s over in Olympic Beach, Ian knows the owner. Why is everyone getting on my case about it? It’s just a walking stick that looks like–“

“–the rod of Asclepius,” Chiron finished.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a pretty good copy of the rod, but I still don’t understand–“

Chiron turned, glaring at him. “It’s not a copy of the rod of Asclepius, you moron,” he growled. “It is the rod of Asclepius. I’d know that damned thing anywhere. How the hell did you wind up with it?”

That was the last straw. “Okay, back off, Mister Ed,” Nick shot back. “I’ve have a really tough couple of days, I have one hell of a situation waiting for me back home, and then I get down here and find out that not only do mermaids,” he looked over his shoulder at Aidan, “and mermen exist, but so do the Greek gods.” He waved a hand at Chiron’s misty midsection. “And whatever you are.”

The blue gaze turned chilly. “I’m a centaur. The centaur, if you like. The first one.”

“Fine, you’re the centaur, sorry. I’m willing to accept that all of this is real, okay? But you can’t expect me to believe that I found the actual, genuine rod of Asclepius in a junk shop in a Florida beach town.”

Chiron folded his arms across his chest. “Why not?”

“Because real life doesn’t work like that!” Nick barely stopped himself from screaming the words. “This shit doesn’t even happen in movies, because nobody would believe it!”

The centaur actually tsked at him. “You’re disturbing your patient, doctor.”

Flushing, Nick glanced at the bed. Aidan had rolled onto his back, giving him a wary look. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Aidan. Try to go back to sleep. You,” he turned back to Chiron. “Follow me. We’re gonna finish this in the living room.”

“By all means.” Chiron nodded at the walking stick. “Just bring that with.”


“Humor me.”

Cursing under his breath, Nick grabbed the staff and started to slam the closet door closed, catching himself at the last moment. “Outside. Now.”

Holding the staff in a death grip, he stomped into the living room, a smirking centaur on his heels. Ian, Bythos and Aphros were on the couch, arms around each other and heads close together. “Guys, could we have some privacy?

Ian straightened up, pushing his boyfriends’ hands off his thighs. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, except that Mr. ‘I’m the first centaur’ here thinks that this,” Nick brandished the staff, “is the rod of Asclepius. The real one.”

He almost dropped it when the snake’s head rose and turned to him. I don’t understand why that surprises you so much, physician. And don’t drop me — you do and I swear to Gaia I will give you such a bite.

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About Nicola Cameron

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

Posted on October 2, 2013, in Breaker Zone. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. This story sounds quite interesting! Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  2. Oh, never heard of centaur romance before. 🙂

  3. This is so interesting. I wonder how he actually managed to get the real rod in a shop as well.

  4. I am so looking forward to reading this book – I absolutely loved Storm Season.

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