It’s time for Snippet Sunday. I have a whole new series of books filled with snark, humor, and paranormal bikers. I’m in the middle of writing the third one so I wanted to revisit the second one, which is now available in Kindle Unlimited. Don’t forget, you can either buy books on Amazon as usual or you can “borrow” the books in Kindle Unlimited (which is an unlimited reading subscription for only ten dollars a month). Check it out MY FOREVER COCKY BIKER ENCOUNTER HERE. DUDE WITH A COOL CAR is currently in KU for only another couple of days, then it’s back to wide.
In this snippet, we’re in Cooper’s POV (all in first person) and he’s on the phone with his boss. He’s just spent some time to clean out all the listening devices before he started talking.
I sat at the little dinette table and set up my laptop and a little white noise generator, just in case I’d missed any electronic bugs. Then I took a deep breath and dialed my boss’s cell.
“Yeah, it’s DeVille.”
“Holy shit, DeVille. Where the hell have you been? I thought maybe the guys from the…organization had caught up with you.” Neither of us said Backlog aloud over the phone.
“No, just been laying low while I check out the Concrete Angels.”
“Yeah, smart. How’s that going?”
There was a short pause. “What?”
“I’m in. I got into the Concrete Angels’ compound.” I could see the narrowed eyes through the phone.
“How the hell did you do that?”
“I met someone, made a contact, and got invited to one of their parties.” Close enough. He didn’t really need the details.
“Uh-huh. So what have you found out?”
I shrugged even if he couldn’t see it. “Not much yet, but I got permission to start looking into their dealings with Agent Arnold Eisenburg and we know he was with the organization. But I gotta say, from what the CA members have been saying, I don’t think they were in on what he was doing. I’m getting the feeling they were either pawns or patsies.”
I could hear his brows come down. “You met a woman, didn’t you?”
“Come on, DeVille. I know you. You wouldn’t be this lenient on a suspected group unless you met someone you liked. Just make sure you’re thinking with your big head rather than your little one.”
“Yeah, you do know me, and you know I don’t think with my little head.” At least not when it mattered.
Oh ho, his boss might know him better than he thought. 😉 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.