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.
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.
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:
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?
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.
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