Tag: Concrete Angels

It’s Snippet Sunday and I finally have a new book coming in the Concrete Angels MC series. And I actually have a release date! Look for this title on May 18 2020. Preorder links coming soon! I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Haley Michaels’ POV (all in first person) and she’s be brought to Michael’s place in a snowstorm. He’s dropped her off to put his bike away and just showed up out of the snow. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ “Dear glory, you scared the crap out of me.” “Sorry. Let’s get you inside before your feet freeze.” He produced an old-fashioned skeleton key and fit it into the ornate lock on the door. “Please come in.” I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe shag carpeting, faux wood panels on the walls, and mustard yellow Formica countertops. Instead, I found cream marble tile with colorful and plush rugs, pink and gray granite countertops, and off-white walls with watercolor art hung around. A decent stereo system sat beside the TV, including a real record player, and all the appliances in the kitchenette were brushed steel. Instead of cheap hotel furniture, there were Papasan chairs with taupe cushions, and large throw pillows on the floor. “Wow.” Michael gave me a half-smile. “Not what you expected?” “Uh, well, no.” I stood in front of the door, afraid of tracking snow into the pristine room. “I expected a dark space with the smells of old wood, damp carpet, and years of grime and cigarette smoke.” He grimaced as he pulled off his boots and set them on a rack beside the door. “It used to be like that before we remodeled it. Took us weeks, but was worth the effort.” “We?” “The Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club. We bought the property and refurbished it.” He headed for the kitchenette to put on a real teal kettle. I blinked. The Concrete Angels. Shit-oh-dear. That was the group who allegedly killed the crooked FBI agent who’d been undercover. And Michael was a member. Who brought me to their…what was it? Headquarters? Hideout? Compound? I didn’t know what it would be called, but this cute, elegant suite didn’t fit any of those descriptions. I bit my lip and wondered if I’d taken a chance on the wrong guy. ~~~~~~~ That’s an experience to tell her friends about. 😉 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: Coming Soon 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.

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It’s Snippet Sunday and I finally have a new book coming in the Concrete Angels MC series. Right now it’s off to the editor, so progress! I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Haley Michaels’ POV (all in first person) and she’s just been saved from getting hit by a car by Michael. She’s missing a shoe and asks him about the other one. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ He shook his head. “I reckon it’s under the car that nearly hit you.” He frowned and tilted his head. “Do you want me to go back and look?” I glanced down at my shoe and shook my head. “No. Might as well throw this one away with it. They brought me nothing but trouble.” Especially since I’d bought them for the party tonight. Yeah, don’t really want to remember it. I tossed it toward the nearest trash can on the street and straddled the bike. “Let’s go. I’m cold.” He nodded and sat on the seat in front of me. “Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight. You’ll stay warmer on the ride. It’s not far from here, but it’ll be cold. I’ll do my best to get there quickly.” “Okay.” He started the bike and the engine rumbled beneath us, a comforting sound in the silence of the snowy night. I rested my head against his back and tightened my grip on his waist as he rolled forward off the kickstand. As we started to move, I remembered the car that had nearly hit me. Hadn’t it crashed? “What about the car and the person in it? Are they okay?” “Don’t know, don’t care.” When I raised my eyebrow at him, he sighed and closed his eyes a moment—which was freakin’ terrifying when he was driving a bike into a snowstorm. I yelped in surprise but he never veered or even shifted, and we stayed on the road until he opened his eyes again. “They’re unharmed and the vehicle isn’t badly damaged.” “How the hell do you know that? And what were you doing driving with your eyes closed in a snowstorm?” “Don’t worry. We’re perfectly safe and I got this.” I pressed my face against his back and swallowed hard. We’re so gonna die. ~~~~~~~ Who knew he was a daredevil? 😉 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: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: 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.

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It’s Snippet Sunday and we’re expecting snow now that it’s spring. *eye roll* Must be Wyoming. But at least I can tease you with some sexy bikers in winter. I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Haley Michaels’ POV (all in first person) and she just left the coffee shop to get away from the cops. It’s icy and snowy outside in February in Colorado. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ I cursed Carl again and mentally prepared the Dear John email in my head. I kept my hands in the pockets of my coat, but I clutched my keys tightly in my fingers so I could open my door as soon as I got home. Or use them as claws if anyone comes at me tonight. I had no illusions about women walking alone in the dark. I stepped into the street and crossed, making sure to look both ways for cars or other people. But my heel hit a patch of ice under the snow and I slid, wrenching my back and landing on my ass in the middle of the road. I groaned and rolled to my hands and knees, hoping I could get back up without any trouble, but I couldn’t find any purchase. I scrabbled a few moments on the icy pavement just as a car hurtled around the corner, headed my way. I looked up and worked harder, knowing they’d never be able to stop if I couldn’t even walk across the street. Time seemed to slow down and I had time for about three thoughts. Why the hell are they going so damn fast? I should’ve taken Michael up on his offer to stay somewhere warm. Sweet glory, I’m gonna die. Someone shouted my name and I looked up as the headlights blinded me. Brilliant white light blanked out the world as someone grabbed me and rolled us both out of the street. I swore I saw silver-black wings and fierce brown eyes as the scent of freshly baked rosemary bread filled my nose. Tires squealed and a heavy crash followed, and I wondered if I was dead for real. “Haley! Haley, are you all right?” ~~~~~~~ Talk about a miracle. 😉 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: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: 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.

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It’s Snippet Sunday and I finally finished the new book in the Concrete Angels MC series! Took me long enough. I guess Quarantine is good for something. I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Michael’s POV (all in first person) and he’s having coffee with Haley. But she’s ready to go home and she’s no about to let him come with her. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ Oh, glory, she was telling me she was done for the night, but I didn’t want to let her go. Some part of me needed to be with her tonight. It was a driving need, an imperative that wouldn’t let up and hammered against my logical mind. My instincts screamed a warning I couldn’t ignore. But how to convince her without coming across like a stalker? I let a warm smile curl my lips and added just a touch of grace to make it sultry. “How about I take you somewhere warm and safe where you can charge your phone?” She raised an eyebrow. “You mean where none of my friends know where I am and I don’t have the ability to call them without your help?” She shook her head. “Yeah, I’ve seen that horror flick. It never ends well for the woman.” She wasn’t wrong, but the more I thought about her going home to her apartment, the more the warning got louder in the back of my head. “No, really, I just want to go home, take a shower and relax, and maybe watch some Netflix.” She gathered her purse and coat as she prepared to get up but paused when the chimes over the door rang and someone stepped inside. She glanced over her shoulder and I followed her gaze to the two cops who strode up to the counter. She gave a soft gasp and turned her face away as if she didn’t want the officers to notice her. Curious. “Are you all right?” Haley nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” But she didn’t look fine. She looked scared and trapped and my gut said more had happened at that party than she’d told me. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I’m good. Look, I’m gonna go. Thanks again for the coffee.” ~~~~~~~ Oh dear, sounds like she’s running from something. 😉 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: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: 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.

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It’s Snippet Sunday and we’re all stuck at home, lol. But that means there’s more time to read and I actually do have a new book coming in the Concrete Angels MC series. Soon, I promise. I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Michael’s POV (all in first person) and he rescued Haley and brought her to a coffee shop to warm up. He’s drinking Earl Grey tea while she drinks coffee. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ “Care to tell me why you were out, alone in the snow, on Valentine’s Day with a dead phone?” She blinked and sipped her coffee. “Damn, when you put it like that, it really does sound like I needed to be rescued.” I shrugged but my curiosity boiled over to find out what my brother Luke had engineered to get us together. And on Valentine’s Day no less. Though I’d met St. Valentine and love had been the last thing on his mind when he became a saint. She sighed and shook her head. “It’s a story, but not a very good one. Just one stupid decision after another. You know the drill.” I shrugged. “Enlighten me. You can give me just the facts. Think of it like you’re writing a news story.” Haley narrowed her eyes. “Why would you say that?” I curled my lips into my best half-smile. “After I saw you at the museum, I did a little digging. I figured you were there with the press and found out you worked for the Fort Collins Bugle.” “Do you always research the women you give fly-by kisses?” I grinned. “Always. But I don’t give many women fly-by kisses so you’re a special case.” I dimmed my grin and tilted my head. “And I wanted to know you a little bit better.” She regarded me with serious eyes for a few moments. “Why?” What could I tell her? That I’d been hooked on her appearance and scent from the moment I saw her? That the Goddess had chosen her to be my One-and-Only? That I was the Archangel Michael and I’d been looking for her for millennia? That I’d never felt the driving need for connection like I did with her? Yeah, probably not a good way to start things off. I rolled my cup in my hands. “The museum wasn’t the first time I’d seen you.” ~~~~~~~ Better to hedge one’s bets. 😉 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: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: 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.

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It’s Snippet Sunday and I finally have a new book coming in the Concrete Angels MC series. Plus you get to see the cover for the first time. Woot! I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Haley Michaels’ POV (all in first person) and she’s a the Denver Museum of Nature & Science (I’m still mad about the name change) doing a fluff piece on a new artist’s exhibit. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ Damn, I was bored with writing fluff pieces. To be honest, I wanted to run through the vaulted rooms of the museum screaming, “Let It Go” at the top of my lungs. Maybe with a cute, long-haired electric guitarist following along. It would definitely be more exciting than this story. A scuffle in one of the side rooms drew my attention and I slipped to the entrance to see what was going on. A tall guy with angelic features around his large nose and a leather cut ran through the room, but paused in front of a painting with light filtering through an autumn forest. For just a moment, I swore I saw huge black wings rising up behind him. He met my gaze and darted to me before he grabbed me by the strap of my camera bag, pulling me to his chest. He planted a hot and stunning kiss on my lips. I dropped my jaw and his tongue slid along mine, electrifying me more than the long-haired guitarist in my fantasy. I tasted cinnamon rolls and hot coffee before he pulled back with a wild smile. “I saw wings.” Okay, not the best response to a sexy kiss. “Don’t worry, Love. It’s an illusion.” And then he was gone. I stood there, completely non-plussed and out of words for the first time in my life, only barely registering the rest of security streaming past me. It took me several minutes to get over the kiss and the scent of the man who’d laid it on me. He’d smelled like freshly baked bread with a hint of rosemary and basil. They reminded me of safe, comfortable places where I’d always had enough. My cellphone rang, bringing my attention back to the room. The art and people around me came back into focus like hoodoos reappearing as the fog retreats from the lowlands. Hell, a lot of them look like hoodoos. “Haley Michaels.” ~~~~~~~ That’s an experience to tell her friends about. 😉 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: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: 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.

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