It’s time for Snippet Sunday. Last week I had a lot of questions about why Flint doesn’t celebrate Yule and why Rochelle’s place was burned down. Today’s snippet will answer some of the second question.
So today I’m showcasing THE CONCRETE ANGEL, a cocky bikers holiday tale.
In this snippet, we’re in Flint’s POV (all in first person) and he’s brought Rochelle to his place. She’s the first to speak.
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“Thank you so much for this meal. I wasn’t looking forward to cooking.” She grimaced and shook her head. “Guess I wasn’t going to do that anyway now that my kitchen is a smoking ruin.”
I nodded and freed up my hands. “You’re welcome. Let’s talk about the fire. You said it was arson. And you think it was from someone named Creighton.”
She wiped her lips with a napkin and nodded. “I won’t know for sure until I check the Cloud, as I said, but I’m pretty sure it was him. As I mentioned, Earl Creighton is a city councilman for Fort Collins, but he has an overwhelming hatred of witches and he’s targeted my family before.”
“What?” I blinked. “When? How?”
“I told you my mother was murdered a few years ago. It turns out she knew it would happen, and she knew who’d do it.” Rochelle rose and went into the bedroom. I almost got up to follow her, but she came back quickly with something in her hand. “I didn’t find this until yesterday. Well, my best friend Joslyn found it and gave it to me. I just read it today.” She sat down and tapped the edge of the envelope against the table as she considered me.
“What?” I tilted my head as her eyes narrowed.
“I’m going to tell you something about my family that most people don’t know, and I need you not to freak out.”
I raised my eyebrows but nodded. “Okay.”
She eyed me for a few more moments before she nodded. “Okay. So my family are witches, real witches with real connection to the elements. My mother’s line was of the earth witches, connected to the stones, the mountains, crystals, farming and gardens. But one of the extra talents my mother passed on was what she called the Goddess Messages.”
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The first step to a good relationship is faith in one’s partner. 😉 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, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel.
Here’s the blurb for THE CONCRETE ANGEL:
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The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff…
Rochelle Stone, Earth Witch
Speaking out against a local bigwig who’s terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he’s security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he’s more than that. I’ve always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He’s hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn’t speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty… Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it’ll be a golden holiday for sure.
Humans. They’re either gloriously happy or dismally miserable.
Flint, Concrete Angels’ Security
With the holidays just around the corner, I’ve been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts. But that’s when Earl Creighton’s goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don’t get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she’s meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one’s property and she might not sign Loki’s contract. If she refuses, I’ll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul. No pressure, right?
Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It’s the most wonderful time of year…
I think he’s man enough to believe her. After all, he has secrets of his own.
Just the beginning of a long and interesting conversation, I’m sure! Great snippet…
Can’t wait to read his response.
Well, if I recall correctly, she’s already mentioned magic and being a witch and he was okay about it, so hopefully he’ll take this in stride too.
(Although I’m confused, probably because I’m missing something, but if her home was burned to the ground and her kitchen is a smoking ruin, what bedroom did she go into to get the letter?)
I quite like the female protagonist.
I go to Fort Collins once or twice a month. I’m glad that nobody like this councilman exists in reality. Fort Collins seems so busy that I doubt anyone there even much cares about other people’s business. It’s changed a lot in the past 25 years.