It’s time for Snippet Sunday. I’m working on a new series of books filled with snark, humor, and paranormal bikers, and the third one is coming along. And the fourth is in the works.
Today I’m showcasing DUDE WITH A COOL CAR and we’re in Karma’s POV. (all in first person) She’s talking to Viper, the club’s security chief, about listening devices and cameras. Coop found all the ones in her cabin.
I nodded, suitably impressed. Coop said he was a PI. More than likely he was sneakier than the regular sneaks and hackers. For some reason, that made me feel more secure rather than less.
“And he got the ones I stashed in his car. The man’s thorough.”
She didn’t know the half of it. But Viper was talking about finding electronic visitors, not sex, and I wasn’t about to enlighten her.
“Flint and Torch are hanging out at the barn and are kinda keeping an eye on what he does when he comes out of your door.”
I barked a laugh at that. Flint was a gargoyle, the original Concrete Angel, and Torch was a dragon. Yeah, that kind of dragon. He wore a human disguise pretty well and most people didn’t know he could bench-press a Peterbilt with a full trailer. But when I looked carefully, I could see the head, neck, horns, and tail of his draconian self against the night sky.
Though Viper was as human as Coop, she had some talents that made me question her heritage, and she knew about all us “other” members of the club. Only a small cadre of the human inner circle knew about those of us who weren’t human. But besides Michael, Luke, and me, no one else knew Loki was the real Loki, Norse God of Mischief and Trickery. Not even Torch and Flint, though it was hard to tell what the gargoyle did or didn’t know. He rarely spoke, and never aloud.
“Thanks for putting them on watch. We’ll all be safer for it, including Coop.”
Viper nodded. “He’s the one, isn’t he?”
“What?” I blinked.
“The One. The center of your soul, your heart of hearts, the happily-ever-after. You know, all the clichés. Coop’s your one-and-only, isn’t he?”
Oops, someone else noticed. 😉 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.