In this snippet, we're in Scott Free's POV (all in first person) and very impressed with Oriana Hunter's negotiation skills in a meeting with Loki, the president of the Concrete Angels. They'd put together a job contract. Oriana speaks first.
“Looks good to me. Print it and we’ll both sign it.” She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing up her boobs enough to make me drool.
Loki unfolded himself from his seat and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. He could be as slippery as an eel and as fierce as a viper. I’d seen him do shit that made me wonder who the fuck I’d taken up with, but when he defended what he considered his, he never let up.
I resisted the urge to protect Oriana as he strode up to her, producing a needle from somewhere. Again, his gaze slid to mine and his half-smile grew into a full-on smirk as he walked around her and held up the needle.
“I’m ready when you are, ja?”
Oriana frowned. “What’s that for?”
“For this.” He pricked his index finger with the needle and squeezed until blood welled up. He grinned at her gasp as he pressed his bleeding finger against the paper, writing his name with a flourish. “Now you.”
“You want me to sign the contract in blood?” Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard.
Loki nodded, his eyes sparkling with insanity. “Best way to sign a contract. That way no one’s confused and it can’t be faked. DNA tells all, ja?”
Oriana let her gaze slide around the room, meeting a few eyes until she got to mine, but she refocused on the contract. “Give me a clean needle.”
Damn, this woman is badass.
She doesn't scare easily. ;) 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 to be around anyone for very long. 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 who left the bureau after she was raped, and doesn’t trust bikers or men. Not that I blame her. I wouldn’t trust us 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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