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 week, then it’s back to wide.
In this snippet, we’re in Cooper’s POV (all in first person) and he’s an undercover US Marshal. He’s just spent the afternoon with Karma in her bedroom. They’re making plans for the evening despite the rumor mill.
“Great. That should be around the entire club by tomorrow morning.”
I nodded toward the tables. “I don’t think it’ll take that long.” Gopher leaned against a short man with a balding head and crazy eyes, waving vaguely back in our direction.
“Yeah, I think you’re right. Might as well not fight it.” Her gaze heated and my cock saluted her hint of sex. “I have to work tonight. Parties are my gig and I have to keep the rowdy down to a minimum. You wanna help me make my rounds as Enforcer tonight?”
I snorted. “As much as I’d like to watch you keep the rowdy assholes in line, I think I really should get started on finding your money. Mind if I stay in your cabin while you work? I promise to not go through your drawers.”
She gave me a silken smile that set my heart pounding in my chest. “You better not, or I might have to reprimand you. Plus you might not like what you find.”
“Oh yeah?” I grinned as we gathered up our dishes and took them over to the bins for collection. “Now you’ve totally piqued my interest.”
“Hmm, will I have to chain you to the bed?”
As much as the thought fired my blood in some weird way, I shook my head. I needed to get my laptop and check a few things, and I couldn’t do that if she bound me to the bed. Plus, I needed to check on my car. While I didn’t think the members of the Concrete Angels would do anything stupid to a fine piece of machinery, I didn’t trust they wouldn’t put a tracker or a bug on it.
“No, Ma’am. I’ll behave and just do my research until you come home.”
She’s talking to someone beyond his reckoning. 😉 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.