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#SnippetSunday - Come Back to Me

2/9/2019

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Welcome back to Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales for Snippet Sunday. It's the Muirlette #1's birthday and we're celebrating. Ice cream fruit bars and cheesecake for everyone! But I have a whole new series of books filled with snark, humor, and paranormal bikers, and the first one is now available wide for the first week. Check it out MY FOREVER COCKY BIKER ENCOUNTER HERE!

In this snippet, we're in Oriana's POV (all in first person) and one of the Concrete Angels (Dollhouse) has brought her to talk to their IT specialist. His office is called the Black Room, and it triggers a rough memory. She wakes up on the floor.

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“Numbers! Hey, come on. Look at me. Numbers. Oriana.”

Numbers. Oriana. Those were names I once possessed. No, Oriana was my name. Numbers was new, a handle given to me by a cocky biker with seafoam-green eyes and broad shoulders.

“Come on, Oriana. Come back to me. You’re safe.”

The gravelly voice sounded full of reassurance and concern. No one had ever spoken to me with the same quality of voice. No one had ever cared enough since I’d left home. Most hadn’t thought I’d make it through the FBI’s training, including my instructors. I was too tall, too willowy, to blonde. But this voice was different. Stronger, encouraging without being patronizing, masculine without being assholian.

“Open those eyes for me, now. Come on, swe—Numbers.”

I opened my eyes to stare up at Scott crouched over me. The ceiling rose above him and I realized it had very elegant baroque cornices. Movement had me taking in the other faces around us: Dollhouse, Karma, Neo, Michael, and another man who reminded me of the crazy goalkeeper in a British prison soccer movie I’d once seen. None of these people had been in Denver when I worked at the FBI, which meant I was no longer in the broom closet with…with him.

“Let me up.” I struggled to get to my feet, shame burning through me. Nothing like showing my weakness to the only people who’d take advantage of it.

All I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and never come out again. I thought my therapy had worked, that I could function as a normal human being now. But I was dead wrong. I shook my head to hold back my tears. Can’t cry in front of them. I gritted my teeth and swallowed hard as I straightened my shoulders.
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Sometimes it's just better to make sure the ground rules are clear. ;) There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel.

Here's the blurb for MY FOREVER COCK BIKER ENCOUNTER:

Leather, Lies, and Larceny…Forensic Accounting was never so sexy!
 
Oriana Hunter
 
I don’t trust many people. Most especially, the bikers from the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club. When I’m abducted by my “best friend” to come work for them as a forensic accountant, I pretty much have zero choice. They’re not the typical biker club. And some of their members make my hair stand on end. Hey, I got them to sign a contract, and it comes with dental. All I have to do is find out who’s embezzling from them and I can go home. It would go a lot faster if I didn’t have a sexy cocky biker hanging around. I have far too many personal demons, and then I start seeing angels. Literally. The question is which folks are more scary, those wearing the Concrete Angels’ cuts or the FBI jackets?
 
Scott Free
 
Oriana Hunter is the most beautiful and dangerous woman I’ve ever seen walk through the gates of the Concrete Angels’ compound. She’s badass, through and through. I don’t believe in mates-for-life, but Oriana makes me want to give it a try. But she doesn’t trust anyone, me especially, and I can recognize the signs of someone dealing with PTSD from my time in the Army. Turns out, she’s a former FBI agent and has major trust issues. Not that I blame her. With Loki at the helm and his habit of making people squirm, I wouldn’t trust us either. I know she’ll figure out our money leak, and quickly. Which means I’m popping the clutch and going in full throttle to prove I’m not what she thinks. And that she’s safer with me.

Now Available for wide for a limited time:
Smashwords | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo Books | Three Lakes Books |

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Snippet Sunday - Word to the Wise

2/2/2019

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Welcome back to Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales for Snippet Sunday. Happy Groundhog's Day and early spring if Phil is to be believed. I dunno. I'm thinking it's the calm before the storm, frankly. But I have a whole new series of books filled with snark, humor, and paranormal bikers, and the first one is now available wide for the first week. Check it out MY FOREVER COCKY BIKER ENCOUNTER HERE!

In this snippet, we're in Oriana's POV (all in first person) and one of the Concrete Angels (Dollhouse) has stopped by to see her. Oriana doesn't take kindly to warnings when she didn't want to be here anyway.

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I started to move past her when she shot out an arm with a red bandana wrapped around her wrist like a thick bracelet.

“Scuttlebutt is you caught the eye of my brother Scott.” Her dark eyes glittered as the humor left them. “Word to the wise. Don’t hurt him or you’ll answer to me.”

Anger surged and I raised my chin despite her shorter stature. “Listen up so there’s no confusion. His broken heart isn’t my responsibility. I didn’t come here to hook up with anyone or lead anyone on or fuck anyone. In fact, I didn’t want to come here at all. His lust is his problem. So back the fuck off.”

“Oh, I can see why he likes you.”

“Oh for glory’s sake.” I shook my head and pushed past her out the door. “Out. I need to lock up because I don’t trust any of you.”

“Aw come on.” The woman slid past me as I shut the door behind her. “You don’t trust a pack of Concrete Angels members when you’re livin’ with them?”

“Not any farther than I could comfortably spit out a dead sewer rat.” I locked the door and pocketed the key.
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Sometimes it's just better to make sure the ground rules are clear. ;) There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel.

Here's the blurb for MY FOREVER COCK BIKER ENCOUNTER:

Oriana Hunter
 
I don’t trust many people, bikers included. Most especially, the bikers from the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club. But when I’m abducted by my “best friend” to come work for them as a forensic accountant, I don’t have a lot of choice. Hey, at least I got them to sign a contract, and it comes with dental. All I have to do is find out who’s embezzling from them and I can go home. I have far too many demons and they're not the cute ones. It would go a lot faster if I didn’t have a handsome cocky biker hanging around and being nice to me. The question is which folks are worse, those wearing the Concrete Angels’ cuts or the FBI jackets?
 
Scott Free
 
Oriana Hunter is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen walk through the gates of the Concrete Angels’ compound, and she’s badass, through and through. But she doesn’t trust anyone, me especially, and I can recognize the signs of someone dealing with PTSD from my time in the Army. Turns out, she’s a former FBI agent and she has major trust issues. Not that I blame her. I wouldn’t trust bikers either. But I know she’ll figure out our money leak, and quickly. She’s too smart not to. Which means I don’t have a lot of time to prove I’m not what she thinks and convince her to stay.

Now Available for wide for one week:
Smashwords | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo Books | Three Lakes Books |

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Snippet Sunday - A Woman of Strength

1/27/2019

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Welcome back to Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales for Snippet Sunday. Are you ready for Chinese New Year? It shows up on Feb 6th, but it's always good to have a second chance at a new start. And I have a whole new series of books filled with snark, humor, and paranormal bikers. The first one is available on pre-order!

In this snippet, we're in Scott Free's POV (all in first person) and he's very impressed with Oriana Hunter. But he ducks out of her cabin to get a box for the previous resident's stuff, and this is when he comes back in.

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I stepped back inside and stopped dead. Oriana stood with her back to me, her shoulders hunched and shaking as sobs tore through her body. It was obviously a private moment not meant to be witnessed, but damn if it didn’t rip something in my chest.

I’d seen women cry lots of times. Some did it to manipulate guys like me into fighting their battles for them. Others had been scared out of their minds, expecting us big, bad bikers to drag them into a back alley and rape them before selling them into the sex trade. Loki didn’t allow sex trafficking, but we didn’t do much to disabuse anyone of the notion. Reputation, and all.

But watching Oriana, a woman of strength, cry when no one could see her broke open the only white knight tendency I possessed and made me want to roar a battle cry. I’d slay all her dragons and exorcise her demons just to make sure her smile and fire returned. I almost wrapped her in my arms for comfort, but I gritted my teeth and stepped back out the door to give her the privacy she thought she had.

“Fuck!” I stood beneath the Ponderosa and inhaled the vanilla candle scent like a yoga student doing Pranayama, that yogic breathing thing. It killed me not to do anything for Oriana, but I let the sweet spicy smell calm me down so I didn’t deck the scooter when he returned with the boxes. “Thanks.”

I straightened my shoulders and headed for the door, making as much noise as possible so Oriana could preserve her cloak of cool before I showed up again. I knew all about saving face and putting up a good front of toughness in this outfit. She didn’t want to be here and she’d been manipulated into it, but she’d make the best of it and kickass while she was at it, I was sure.
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Sometimes you just need a minute alone. ;) There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel.

Here's the blurb for MY FOREVER COCK BIKER ENCOUNTER:

Oriana Hunter
 
I don’t trust many people, bikers included. Most especially, the bikers from the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club. But when I’m abducted by my “best friend” to come work for them as a forensic accountant, I don’t have a lot of choice. Hey, at least I got them to sign a contract, and it comes with dental. All I have to do is find out who’s embezzling from them and I can go home. I have far too many demons and they're not the cute ones. It would go a lot faster if I didn’t have a handsome cocky biker hanging around and being nice to me. The question is which folks are worse, those wearing the Concrete Angels’ cuts or the FBI jackets?
 
Scott Free
 
Oriana Hunter is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen walk through the gates of the Concrete Angels’ compound, and she’s badass, through and through. But she doesn’t trust anyone, me especially, and I can recognize the signs of someone dealing with PTSD from my time in the Army. Turns out, she’s a former FBI agent and she has major trust issues. Not that I blame her. I wouldn’t trust bikers either. But I know she’ll figure out our money leak, and quickly. She’s too smart not to. Which means I don’t have a lot of time to prove I’m not what she thinks and convince her to stay.

Now Available for pre-order:
Smashwords | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo Books | Three Lakes Books |

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