But today I'm showcasing DUDE WITH A COOL CAR that releases THIS TUESDAY! In this snippet, we're in Marshal DeVille's POV (all in first person) and he's scoping out the Concrete Angels's compound trying to figure out how to get in.
Come hell or high water, I always got my man. Marshal Cooper DeVille definitely scored in that department. And I’d get the assholes in Backlog, too.
The goddess in the tankini finished her swim and toweled off in the shade of an ash tree. She laughed at a couple of the other women at the pool and flipped off one of the men making a snarky comment before sauntering her gorgeous ass into the clubhouse. I switched my view to the front doors to see if she’d come out and she didn’t disappoint.
She’d put on a pair of small round sunglasses that reminded me of John Lennon, some flipflops, and wrapped the towel around her waist like a terrycloth skirt. It didn’t matter what she wore. This surveillance operation just got a lot more enjoyable with her sauntering around.
She made her way down the line of cottages that served as the personal residences and stopped at one midway down the row. She dug out her keys then paused, as if listening to something. I adjusted the binocs to focus on her figure as she tilted her head, her brows creasing.
What? What does she hear?
She turned her head and lifted her gaze until it met mine through the binocs.
I froze and held my breath. The eerie feeling of having been discovered washed over me and I couldn’t stop staring through the lenses.
Sweet glory, can she see me?
She dipped her chin in a quick nod and I gasped. Holy shit, she does see me. But I couldn’t look away as she laughed, winked, and let herself into the cabin. The number on the door flashed across my view.
Cabin number thirteen.
Oh yeah, this job had bad karma written all over it.
Oh-ho, looks like he's been discovered. ;) 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 DUDE WITH A COOL CAR:
Bikers, Badge, and Backlog: Marshal DeVille always gets his man…and his karma.
Cooper DeVille, US Marshal
Being undercover has its perks. I get to do stuff the day-to-day me would never experience. Like infiltrating the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club and meeting Karma, the gorgeous Enforcer of the MC. Being handcuffed to her bed is a dream, but that’s the problem with undercover work. Everything I’m doing here is only half true. The Concrete Angels—and Karma—are connected to Backlog, a shadow organization infiltrating law enforcement. The Fed undercover here before me was Backlog’s bitch, and now he’s dead. I have to determine which side of this fight the Concrete Angels are on… before Karma comes to bite me in ways I won’t enjoy.
Karma, Concrete Angels’ Enforcer
You bet your ass, I’m that karma, the one people pray never catches up to them. But my own karma has found me, seeing as the hunky P.I. who drove into the MC compound with his cool car is my Goddess-chosen true mate. But as my luck—and the Goddess’ sense of humor—would have it, Cooper’s an undercover US Marshal trying to ferret out our connection to a group called Backlog. Would’ve been nice to know before I took him to bed and discovered he’s the best damn submissive this Madam could want, because I don’t deal well with liars. And no one’s happy when Karma’s pissed. But Backlog has Cooper in its sights, and to survive… my mate might just have to die.
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