This week’s theme is first meetings, when our guy and gal meet for the first time. Enjoy this bit from my upcoming release, Silk Road, an Urban Fantasy with some good romance stirred in. After the excerpt, be sure to visit the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post!
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Snippet (unedited) from
Silk Road, Seals of Destiny Book 1
by TJ Michaels
Energy with a bit of a dark bite blazed off the oversized man who practically spilled out of her cute little vanity chair. He seemed unmistakably unhuman. Not evil – she knew full well what that felt like – but not quite nice either.
Sporting a stylish leather trench coat, black jeans and scuffed motorcycle boots, this whatever was rough-and-tumble gorgeous. He looked like one of those Wolverine types rocking the almost-bald look. Definitely a man that could woo a woman in ten seconds flat then go out and chop a forest full of wood without breaking a sweat.
And right now he seemed to spill all that all maleness over her bedroom…uninvited. Annoyance at having her private space invaded trumped his yumminess by a long stretch.
“So, let’s get down to it. What the hell are you doing in my house? And I don’t even want to know how you know my name.” Though she did like the way it had rolled off his tongue when she’d turned on the light…
Get a grip, girl. Uninvited guest, remember?
“What are you?” she snapped.
“Which question do you want me to answer first?”
Oh, and the man was a smart ass to boot?
“Look, you’ve got two seconds to clear out or I’ll have to call my boys in to kick your ass. Then I’ll throw you out.”
He folded his arms across his chest and huffed as if she’d inconvenienced him, as put out to be here as she was about his unknown intentions. Huh.
“So, are you going to…?”
“Jayla, my name is Larien,” he said, cutting her off.
“Yes, and I am to assist you in a task.”
“What task? And why should I believe you?”
He stretched out his hand. A folded piece of shimmery-looking paper slowly floated by itself from his fingers to hers. Neat trick but…
“Too damn slow,” she mumbled as she stomped the remaining distance between them and snatched the note out of the air. “Sorry,” she mumbled when Larien mumbled something about her manners or lack thereof. Great, and now she was blushing. “While I may not be afraid of you, I didn’t mean to disrespect you…even if you are in my house, in the middle of the night, in my bedroom with nothing more than a piece of paper to recommend you.”
The landscape of his face went from amused to taut to wrinkled forehead to slate smooth face. She’d managed to confuse a supernatural?
Wow, I am good!
“You look like you’re wondering what my deal is. It’s all over your face.” Okay, the smirk she tried to suppress morphed into a full-on grin. “Well, not anymore. Guess you’ve gotten your shit together and now you’re doing the stoic I’m-a-bad-ass face. No worries.”
Good lord, she was doing the feisty thing with an unknown man broadcasting a serious me-no-play-well-with-others attitude. She must need to go work off some energy or something. First order of business in the morning — go hit a heavy bag at the gym or something.
Remembering the piece of paper in her hand Jayla read it and cocked her head sideways in disbelief followed by the curiosity that never ceased to get her in trouble. She read it again for good measure then flew to the window. With her back to Larien, she was suddenly quite aware of how the little hem on her gown ruffled as she raised the pane and yelled down to Ambriel and his crew in the yard.
“Hey guys, is this for real?”
Ambriel grumbled back, “Yes, Jayla, it is genuine. He is being honest in his intentions…for once.”
Well that didn’t sound good, and when she whirled around to face Larien he didn’t look as if he cared in the slightest, but she didn’t miss the tail end of a curse or two as he coughed into his hand.
Rather than wary, it made her smile.
Back across the room, she settled down on the bench at the foot of her bed, crossed her arms over her chest and sat her pseudo-prickly butt down with an expectant huff. “Okay, Larien, I’m listening.”
“There is an ancient artifact that you are tasked to find and my job is to help you acquire it.”
Genuinely confused, Jayla said, “I’m so not Lara Croft. Seriously, I own a gym and write for the local paper. The university has an archeology department where I’m sure you can find someone more suitable. I’ve never even been on an expedition before though Egypt is on my bucket list.”
“You are more than suitable. In fact, you are the only one we know of that can handle this job.”
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