It’s Snippet Sunday and I finally have a new book coming in the Concrete Angels MC series. It’s always a trick to get writing done when the world feels out of whack. But I’ve prevailed and the editor has my edits to the book will be out on time!
I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming May 18 2020! In this snippet, we’re in Haley Michaels’ POV (all in first person) and she’s calling her cousin to let him know where she is. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. It’s also a little longer than usual but I wanted to leave you with a bit of a hook.
The phone rang twice before a groggy voice muttered, “Hello?”
“Jeff? It’s Haley.”
“Haley? What time is it?”
I shook my head even if he couldn’t see it. “I dunno. Some time after three, I guess. I’m sorry to call you so late but I wanted to tell you I’m okay.”
“Okay?” His voice sharpened and rustling sounded in the background as he sat up in bed. “Why would you need to tell me that? What happened?”
I didn’t want to mention the murder I’d witnessed just in case the killers came looking for me. “Carl went off with someone else—several someone elses—and left me hanging. Then the cops showed up and this guy gave me a ride to his place.”
“Are you fuckin’ crazy, Haley?” Anger and fear threaded through his voice. “You went home with some random guy?”
When he put it like that, it sounded worse than I’d thought. “Yeah. Uh, he saw me come out of the building and gave me a ride to Jitters. But then I slipped and fell in the street and he saved me from getting hit by a car, and—”
“Holy shit, Haley. You’re not hurt, are you?” More rustling came from his side of the phone. It sounded like he’d gotten out of bed.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay. Hold on just a little longer. I’m on my way.”
“No!” I bit my lips, the word coming out far more harshly than I intended. “No, that’s okay. I’m fine, really. And there’s a raging snowstorm going on out there. No need to get yourself in an accident over this.”
“It’s barely flaking out there. Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.”
“Jeff, seriously, I’m safe where I am and as soon as the storm stops, I’ll be able to come home.”
“Where are you, Haley?” When Jeff used that tone of voice, it saved a lot of pain and suffering to just answer him.
“I’m at the Concrete Angels’ compound in the mountains.”
Oh yeah, that shouldn’t worry him at all. 😉 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 ANGEL INK:
Angels, Art, and Abduction: The magic of an angel’s heart…is written on his skin.
Haley Michaels, Reporter
I was minding my own business, trying to escape a party, and walked straight into a murder. Which would’ve been the scoop of a lifetime if my phone hadn’t died. And the door hadn’t locked. Now I’m stuck in a cabin in the mountains with a hot guy who appeared on the street like my knight on shining motorcycle, and I should be more worried than attracted. I mean, he’s covered in tattoos and is VP from the notorious Concrete Angels MC, the same group I’m investigating. Because I know they’re involved with the deaths of a U.S. Marshal and two FBI agents. My love life luck sucks.
Michael, Concrete Angels’ VP
Love isn’t something that archangels ever expect to feel. At least not the all-consuming, no-holds-barred kind of love spoken about in films and songs. But that’s what I felt the moment I laid eyes on Haley. She doesn’t know I’m not human, or just how inhuman the rest of my MC is, but I can’t stay away from her if I tried. Now I have to protect her – not only from the men hunting her, but also from the truth. The question is: will she stay when she finds out what I really am? Because if she can’t be trusted with the truth, Loki will make sure she can’t pass on the information. Permanently.