Today’s theme makes me think of the movie, Something’s Gotta Give, with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keeton. Remember that part where he says, “Erica, you are a woman to love.” And when she gets home she thinks back on his words and says to herself, “What does that even mean?”
Today it means that our hero has just gotten a good first glimpse at our leading lady. Enjoy a snippet from the upcoming release of Niah’s Pride, a Pryde Ranch novella. Visit the other Snippet Saturday Authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Enjoy and tally-ho! Oh, and below you’ll also find the video trailer for Something’s Gotta Give. I don’t usually do ‘chick flicks’ but this one is a KEEPER!
Niah’s Pride by TJ Michaels
Copyright 2013, All Rights Reserved
Coming June 4th
Lou sat on the steps that led up to the huge wrap-around porch of the main house on Pryde Ranch and waited. It was a beautiful structure, more of a mansion-sized rustic lodge than a house. He’d left enough clues as to his whereabouts that he was sure it wouldn’t be long now before Neesia, or someone, showed up. Of course she’d want to know what he was doing here, and how the hell he’d gotten onto the estate without passing through any of the heavily monitored gates.
Of course he couldn’t tell her he’d hacked the estate’s security network remotely, found the connect keys for all the hubs and routers, broke into one of the system password files and reset the cycle time on the motion sensors on a far-off fence. With that done, he’d walked right through the temporarily unprotected entrance in a rarely used corner of the vast property.
While scouting the place he’d often wondered why Neesia and her sister, Kotara, needed such tight security. The vast acreage the estate sat on should have been enough of a deterrent for any bad guy, yet he’d had to squeeze through a tight web of electronic controls. It hadn’t been easy.
She was going to kill him. The thought brought a grin. God, he couldn’t wait.
The land in the immediate vicinity was cleared of anything that could hide an intruder, so if he could see from here out to the rolling hills, then he could also be seen.
And here they come. There was no sound other than the whip of wind through the trees, but he knew he was being closed in on like so much fresh meat. No surprise. In fact, it’s exactly what he would have done if he were in her shoes.