Hey y’all. I am having so much frickin’ fun writing this book. It is ridiculous. There’s something a British heroine. Her fast speech, the rhythm of it, it’s really flowing out. I hope it comes across as well for you. As I type this, I’m saying words out loud in my best British accent. LOL But please enjoy this unedited snippet from Lou and Lucky. This scene is toward the end of the book. Lucky’s revealed who he really is, shown his true, gorgeous demon self, and told Lou that he’s destined to go home and do big things. After some coaxing she agrees to go with – it doesn’t take much, the girl’s a bit of an adventure whore – but first he convinces her to learn to shoot. This is what happens on their first trip to the gun range. I’ll be releasing my next cover soon! You’re going to love it. It is sooo gorgeous. Enjoy! – SS
After an hour he decided they’d had enough, and positioned her on a bench near, but not too near the men’s room. It was unseemly, he told her, scowling, when she asked why didn’t she just wait outside the door?
She just grinned and shook her head at him. “Okay, mum. Wouldn’t want someone to mistake me for a hooker looking to pick up trade.”
But even that distance wasn’t enough to keep Lou out of trouble. She was on her phone when a shadow fell over her. Thinking it was Lucky she looked up grinning. But a tall, overweight Hispanic man stood there.
“Happy to see me?” He said, cocky.
She eyed him, taking a slow inventory of the good sized belly that pressed against his flannel. “No.”
His smile faltered a bit, but that didn’t stop him, unfortunately.
“You been shootin’?”
“Yes.”
“You any good?”
“Maybe.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I’m a beginner. But I show promise.”
“I could give you some pointers if you want. I’m a natural with big guns.”
“Good grief. Really? That tired ass pun is the best pick up line you could do? No. On general principle, absolutely not. Even if I was interested, I’d say no, just because you’re lazy.”
His grin faded, and an ugly look took its place as he stepped forward. She never got to see what he had planned. Lucky appeared, grabbed the man by the back of his neck and squeezed until he gasped and began to struggle.
“You don’t talk to her.”
Lou’s brows shot into her hairline. She’d never heard that tone before. Lucky sounded positively evil. He looked it too. His body seemed bigger, tight, like a coiled, volatile spring, and his lips were flat and mean. His lovely gold eyes, normally sunny and warm, were so cold she rubbed her arms, half expecting the temperature to have dropped.
Her erstwhile attacker, on the other hand, was sweating like a pig facing the slicer.
“I wasn’t gonna do anything to her, man! I swear!”
“Liar,” Lucky hissed, shaking the man angrily.
He resembled an unloved rag doll, scruffy and soft, dangling from Lucky’s long muscular arm like a puppet with cut strings.
“Darling, let’s go. I’m ready for my tea.”
The man immediately turned to Lou, eyes wide and hopeful, but she ignored him. She wasn’t trying to help the fat slob. She just wanted to leave so she could jump Lucky’s bones. Seeing him all protective was making her hot.
He shook the man once more for good measure than tossed him. The man didn’t fall, but it was a close thing. He stumbled then hustled away, looking back over his shoulder repeatedly where Lucky stood glaring, his hands fisted at his sides.
Lou laughed softly and tentatively took his arm. “Okay, killer.”
He hissed –actually hissed! – once more in the man’s direction then looked down at her, concerned. “Are you alright?”
“Of course. I have my own personal bodyguard.”
His mean face softened, then vanished as he soaked in her mirth. “Why do you look pleased? That man was bothering you.”
“Don’t tighten up again,” she said, rubbing his arm before squeezing it against her chest. “That idiot barely had time to breathe in my direction before you came up and threw him aside like an old rag.”
“Please don’t give any strange men lip unless I’m there to back you up, okay? Most men won’t react well to it, and too many are violent these days toward women.”
She laughed. “Sorry, love. I’ve like to make you that promise, but I just can’t. My mouth is my biggest and my worst asset.”
He scowled at her.
“I’ll try?”
His scowl faded to a frown. “I suppose that’s the best I’ll get from you.”
“Yup.”
“Did you like shooting?”
“Yes! It was bloody perfect. Shall we go again next week?”
He laughed softly. “Of course. I want you to be a crack shot by the time –”
“By the time what?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know exactly. “By the time we leave, I suppose.”
But for the first time, he didn’t sound excited, Lou realized, and she was afraid to wonder why. So she changed the subject.
“Did you really hiss at that man?”
“Did I?”
“I think so. It was very threatening. Almost like a snarl or a growl.”
“Sorry, my Lou. I forgot myself. That is how a demon warns his enemies an attack is imminent.”
“Really. Bloody marvelous,” she whispered, staring up at him with suspiciously starry eyes.
Lucky just laughed and hugged her. Then, heedless of the smiling looks they attracted, he threw her onto his back, wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her three blocks to the car.
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