It’s time for Snippet Sunday. And it seems like forever since I had a book threatening to come out. But I do! I finally have another book coming out. Woohoo!! Can you tell I’m still excited?
So today I’m showcasing THE CONCRETE ANGEL, a cocky bikers holiday tale. This was supposed to be a short holiday novella, but as with most things with the MC, it gets complex fast. So you get a full novel for this holiday season. THE CONCRETE ANGEL comes out November 16 2020!
In this snippet, we’re in Rochelle’s POV (all in first person) and she’s been delivered to Goddess-knows-where by a bunch of goons. Last week you got Flint’s POV of this same scene HERE.
“You been writing about shit you shouldn’t, little girl. The boss-man doesn’t like witches and says we can do what we want with you, especially if you come back dead.” The guy holding me around the throat squeezed and shook me like a dog.
Panic bubbled up but I gritted my teeth harder and tried to think around the clawing fear. Who did I know that hated witches and yet could hire the scumbags taking me now? I couldn’t see the dude speaking, but I could smell his over-use of Drakkar Noir. Damn, I thought that stuff went out with the 90s.
“Think she’ll turns us into toads if we let her talk? Good thing we gagged her. Right, boys?”
I protested around the gag before everyone froze when an explosion of glass punctuated their laughter. Everyone turned, at least I thought they did, and the guy released me. I took a deep breath against the urge to scramble away, but I didn’t know which direction to go. Were we close to the cliff they’d been talking about? I tried to still my racing heart and listen to figure out where everyone was until Drakkar Boy growled.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Silence met his question and I wondered why. Didn’t guys like the tell the story of the ass kicking they were going to give? I’d really like my eyes back. My voice would be nice, too, but I’d settle for my sight.
“Oh lookee here, boys. We got a deaf guy trying to defend her honor.” Drakkar Boy’s voice held derision while the others laughed.
That explains why I haven’t heard the new guy speak.
“Beat it, punk. She’s our prize for the night. But because it’s the holidays, you can have her when we’re done.”
The hell you will.
Oh, they let her go. That’s going to end badly. 😉 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, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel.
Here’s the blurb for THE CONCRETE ANGEL:
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. I know can’t walk away until Creighton is dealt with and his connection to the shadow group, Backlog, is severed. Rochelle is a temptation I must resist. How hard can it be? I’m a gargoyle. Made of stone, especially my heart. Not even an earth witch can penetrate its solid shell. Right?
Havoc, hexes, and holidays? It’s the most wonderful time of year…