It’s time for Snippet Sunday and the election is over! And I have a new book coming! These are all great things and I plan to take advantage of them.
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 in the MC, it gets complex fast. So you get a full novel for this holiday season. THE CONCRETE ANGEL comes out November 9 2020!
In this snippet, we’re in Flint’s POV (all in first person) and he’s just realizing he might be in bigger trouble than he’d anticipated.
I slowed the bike down and sat up straighter to block more of the wind and snow. Hell, I didn’t even know where I was going except generally into Fort Collins. I usually wasn’t so careless or disorganized. I almost always had a plan. But put one human woman on the back of my bike and I lost all focus.
We got down to the bottom of the hills and I stopped at the light. I turned and tapped her on the shoulder so she’d look up.
Her hazel eyes met mine and I forgot what I needed to ask. Gargoyles usually didn’t covet much. We didn’t need more than a place to roost, a nice view, and adequate hunting grounds. Oh yeah, we were definitely carnivores. But we all were guardians of one kind or another and we defended treasure. Sometimes it was books or knowledge. I had quite a few friends who’d once guarded libraries and universities. Sometimes it was sanctuary like on mosques, churches, or temples. Other gargoyles loved treasure of the more traditional sorts and hung out on museums or banks.
I’d never had something to guard until Loki found me and asked me to be security for his biker club. He said I’d be the original Concrete Angel and the way he’d grinned told me he thought himself pretty funny. I wasn’t actually made of concrete, but my skin was damn near impenetrable by wood, steel, or another kind of stone. Made me very tough to kill and a great security guard for the club.
But the woman on the back of my bike made me want to chuck it all and guard only her. She was a treasure I’d never encountered and I didn’t even know her damn name.
Wow, she must be something special. 😉 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:
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…