In this snippet, we're in Oriana Hunter's POV (all in first person) and she's meeting the president of the Concrete Angels in person. He's both not what she expected and far more. The snippet is unedited and a little longer than usual, but the conversation made me laugh.
“You must be Oriana Hunter, ja?” The musical voice full of amusement rolled over me with a stark Norwegian accent.
I opened my mouth to give him a snarky response, but something about this guy gave me pause. He didn’t have a heavyset body or even the height of some of the others, but the energy emanating from him made the hair on the back of my neck rise. There was a reason he led the Concrete Angels, and I didn’t want to test out why.
“Yes.” I thought it best to go simple.
He tilted his head. “Det er bra. Melrose came through after all.” He narrowed his eyes and a smirk curled his lips. “But you don’t wanna be here, ja?”
What was it with all the guys saying that? “No.”
“You know who we are?”
While his question seemed innocuous enough, something told me he asked more than the simple arrangement of the words. Do I know they’re known for being both saviors and perpetrators? Oh yeah. Thank you, FBI experience.
He nodded as Michael hovered at his left shoulder. Scott stood to my left and his gaze burned into my side with the heat of the magnifying glass in the sun. What was his issue? Did I have paint on my face? Or was it just my boobs encased in fitted cotton?
Probably the boobs.
The leader spread his hands and gave a wide smile. “Welcome to the Concrete Angels. My name is Loki and you’re under my protection.”
Loki? He looked like the actor who played the God of Thunder in the movies, and that’s the name he picked?
He smirked and shrugged. “They say I look like a character and started calling me this. It stuck.”
“Do you speak more than one-word answers?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”
He threw back his head and laughed with real amusement, and despite his intense power, I relaxed. If the man could laugh at my snark, I might be able to survive this encounter. I caught Scott grinning while Michael smirked.
At least she made him laugh. ;) 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.
Coming January 2019!