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.
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.
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:
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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