Snippet Saturday – Kung Fu Fighting

Well, this is a little different for me. Fight scenes are more emotional than physical in my books. And while I love a good movie with a knock-down-drag-out, and stuff being blown up with a lot of action, I don’t always love reading scenes like it because I think something gets lost in the word translation of fists flying.

I have, however one fight scene, though it pretty much takes place off the page. What we get is the aftermath, the emotions, the pleas, the need… But, for now, it’s the only thing I’ve got that comes anywhere close to fitting today’s snippet requirement.

Snippet:

Angel picked up her glass and swirled the liquid around with her finger. “What do you want, Riko? I’m just out trying to have a little fun.”

“I need you to come outside, little sister.”

“No. I’m not done with my evening yet.”

“And you may return once we speak. Outside.”

“It’s too chilly outside. I would rather stay right here. Why not pull up a stool and have a drink with me? Oh wait, there are no vacant stools. I guess you’ll have to leave.”

The booming laughter of her brother echoed off the walls. He wasn’t going to leave without her and she doubted he was going to let her return to the disaster that was her night.

She downed the alcohol and after a few seconds, slid off the stool. Riko threw a few bills on the bar, more than enough to cover her drink, and motioned for her to precede him out the doors.

“What is so important, Riko? I haven’t done anything. Not really. Not yet.”

“No, Angel, you haven’t. I have.”

“What?”

“I sent the human to you, and I see now that I was mistaken to do so. You do not wish to see our kind survive.”

Guilt trip. Great. “What are you talking about? And it’s not ‘our’ kind, Riko. It’s your kind. I am only half demon.”

“I am still your blood.”

“I’m not out to destroy you and your fellow demons. I just do not want to fall prey to weakness as my mother did. Things are going along fine. So a few demons die once in a while, it’s not like there aren’t more to take their place. What does this have to do with Delan?”

“I realized that you care more about fighting who you are than you do in the purpose of who you are.”

Angel laughed. “There is no purpose, Riko. And all I care about is protecting me, you’re right about that.”

“Against what?”

She whirled at the voice. Delan stood, or rather was being held up between two of Riko’s demons. “What’s going on?” She looked back at her brother. “Riko?”

“He cannot reach you. You will not let him. I told him if he failed, that he would die.”

“You can’t do that. I’ve known him like what? One day? A few hours? You consider that failure? And you’re going to kill him? Human time and demon time is different. To him, it’s only been a day. You can’t expect him to have achieved what you want in so short a time.”

“You have shown no interest in trying, no care for how your actions affect others, so I do not see why we should all waste what’s left of our precious time anymore. He is not immortal, you are right. He can only use what time I have given him. To you and to me, it is more than just hours. It is more than night and day. It is as though a lifetime has gone by. We are not like the humans. We know when we have met our destiny.”

You can’t let them kill him.

Angel looked from Riko to Delan. Were they in on this together? The uncertainty, the fear, the…regret in Delan’s eyes spoke to the fact that they likely weren’t, but… “Come on, Riko. You aren’t really going to kill him. You don’t ever kill anyone.”

“I don’t have to. There are enough who would be glad to see the human dead. You are coveted, little sister, especially since I forbid any of the demons to pursue you. They want you now more than ever.”

Was he serious? She looked over at Delan again. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and one eye was puffier than the other. He didn’t look near as good right then as he had just a bit ago inside the bar. He was still damn close to irresistible, though.

You have to let me out. You have to trust me that we won’t get hurt.

“No.”

“What was that?”

Angel looked at the ground, digging the toe of her boot into the gravel of the parking lot. “It’s nothing.”

“Is the angel talking?”

“No. I’m going back inside. There’s nothing for me to do out here.”

“Angel…”

“No, Riko. I told you earlier that I wanted him gone.” She turned and walked away, not looking back, and she was almost to the door, almost safely behind the walls of the bar when Delan spoke.

“You did?”

Her voice was barely a whisper and she hoped that it didn’t carry across to him. “Yes.”

“Angel, please. Turn and talk to me, face me.”

Yes.

“No, I can’t.”

You can’t, but we can. We have to try. You do not want Riko dead. You do not want to sacrifice all that life is just because you think Mother was miserable. You do not want Delan hurt.

“But what—”

If we let him die, we’ll never get to feel him inside again, never get to feel his mouth, his hands. And we’ll never know why he is different with us…

“You’ve got a point there.” That one thought had her turning back around. “Why can’t I hurt him, Riko? Why is he immune to my fire, my heat? Why does he want me so? Why does he crave me and how, out of everyone I have ever known, can he make me crave him?”

“I don’t know.”

“I thought all humans could feel it. I thought it could hurt all of them if I wished it, just like in the club earlier.”

“Yes, that has always been my understanding as well, but he is not demon.”

“Could he be…?”

“I would think that we’d know that, too, if he were.”

“Look, I hate to call attention to myself, given the beating I’ve already received, but do ya’ll think you could get on with it? Either kill me or don’t, but can you save the discussion until after—one way or the other?”

Brother and sister turned their heads in Delan’s direction. His eyes were wary as both took a step toward him, but as Riko stopped advancing, Angel continued until she was a breath away. She smiled slightly. “What do you want, Delan?”

“Trick question?”

She focused all her energy into the fingers that touched him, willing the burn marks to appear on his skin, but…nothing. His face appeared unscathed save for the bruises he already had. “No.”

“You. I want you.”

“Because you don’t want to die?”

“I’ve already told you after the first time it had nothing at all to do with living or dying or your brother’s demands.”

“Then why? You don’t know me. You don’t know the destruction I have caused, the pain I have dealt to others for no more than because I could.”

Delan reached for her, shaking off the hands that held him. Once free, he stalked her until she was pressed up against the front end of a car. She was trapped by the look in his eyes more so than by the arms that caged her against the metal hood, or the hard cock throbbing against the vee between her legs. “Let’s get something straight. My fucking you had nothing to do with your brother. He sent me, yes, and gave me an impossible task, and I could have kept on driving, never looking back, hoping to outrun him and his demons, but I didn’t. I did as he asked. Part of that is the soldier in me, part of it was sheer curiosity. But the minute I laid eyes on you, girl, I didn’t need your brother’s threat to kill me with his demon dick up my ass to motivate me.”

end Snippet

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Snippet Saturday – Author’s Choice

Here we are again with Snippet Saturday and Author’s Choice. I have several to choose from, several to tease you with, it’s just figuring out which one I want to use. Decisions, decisions.

I’ve also been writing all day which is why I’m so late posting this. Sorry ’bout that.

I think we’ll go with a book few of you have read… 😉 It was a fun story, very hot and full of smuttiness and sex. It was the first book I wrote that was accepted at Ellora’s Cave and I fell in love with the cover at first glance.

Snippet:

The fire raged out of control. Angel stood off to the side, blending into the gathered crowd, and admired her handiwork. The damn man hadn’t been worth her damn time. He had been nothing but a waste of an orgasm. She should have known better. She should always know better, and wondered when it was going to sink in finally that there was no human who could satisfy her needs and cravings. If her brother hadn’t forbidden every male demon from mating with her, she wouldn’t have to settle for less-than-stellar encounters. This human’s life was certainly going to look a little bleaker when he came home and found his house reduced to a pile of ashes, his bank account empty, and his boat sailing off to destinations unknown with a couple of women, looking to escape bastards like him, at the helm. She sighed. It really sucked that she couldn’t kill the ones who made her miserable, like her brother and the other demons could. Without that quality, she could only torture them, tempt them to destruction, and destroy or relocate their most prized possessions.

Men were such a pain in the ass, and not the good, pleasurable kind either. The women she’d come across hadn’t been much better, but then who could blame them? She’d enjoyed both men and women as lovers but it was all always empty in the end. They always wanted more, wanted things, wanted material things that didn’t matter, and she hated them for it. They were full of greed, always coveting what someone else had.

Demons were wasted on them, honestly. Humans could and did and would continue to destroy themselves without any outward help.

But as long as the demons were around, and since she was part demon, she’d help. She loved being bad, demonic, full of fire. She knew the dangers of drowning the angel inside. She couldn’t seem to help it though, couldn’t seem to give a shit. She wasn’t going to find what she wanted, what she craved with a human, a fact she’d long ago accepted, so what other choice did she have?

She turned away and crossed the street. Jumping in her little black car, she sped off with the radio blaring, passing the fire engines on their way to what’s-his-name’s house.

Her cell vibrated against her hip and she had the fleeting thought that if she’d placed it in her pocket, she might be having a pleasant thrill right about then. Damn hindsight and all. She would have to remember that.

Taking it out and seeing her brother’s number on the screen, she debated answering and finally decided against it. He knew what she’d done just as he always did, and she just didn’t want to hear it.

You’re killing him.

It was true too. Every time she blew something up, lost her temper and started a firestorm, or just instigated general mayhem, he knew and called to admonish her, to remind her… She didn’t need reminding. Riko had drilled it into her all her life. She was the one who could bring balance and she was tired of hearing about it. The demons would find another way to survive. They would have to.

As she pulled into her driveway, she could see the smoke over the tops of the trees at the back of her house. It would be a while before the good men of the fire department were able to put it out completely, and she tried not to think about what one of them or all them would look like naked afterward, showering away the soot and ash and sweat. Should she chance a stop by the station house to offer her services? The wicked thought made her grin.

“That your handiwork?”

Angel spun her head around at the voice. A man, a very average-looking man, was walking up her driveway. She looked him up and down with blatant hunger, mirroring the same look in his bright blue eyes. He was a walking cream dream in hip-hugging threadbare jeans and a T-shirt that outlined every muscle in his upper body. Okay, well, maybe not quite so average after all. He certainly made her panties wet. She flung the car door open and stepped out, slamming it shut, irritated that she was horny. Again. “Yes. How did you know?”

“Your brother.”

“My brother sent you? Why? Who are you?”

“Honestly? He wants me to fuck you, tame you, and get this…love you. And the name is Delan.”

Angel laughed out loud and in his face. Tame her? Love her? Was he serious? The fuck-her part she was good with, very, very good with. “Riko said all that?”

“Yes.” He took a step toward her. “Interested?” The last word, spoken softly, almost with a growl, had Angel feeling it right between her legs.

Yes. Oh hell yes! We are interested. Tell him we’re interested. “No. I’m not.” She turned on her heel, flipping long, dark red waves over her shoulder, sure to catch him in the face with the black-tipped ends, and started to walk away. His hand gripped some of the strands in a fist, stopping her flight and pulling her forcefully back against the solid wall of his chest. The hard cock pressed against her own denim-covered ass filled her with images of bending forward to take him in each hole.

On the one hand, she was outraged at his audacity to manhandle her like that. On the other hand, she wanted him inside her, leaning up against her car, not caring one bit if the neighbors watched or the paint got scratched.

Besides, her brother had gone to all the trouble to send him, she might as well take him for a test drive.

His lips were against her ear, rasping along the edges. “I wasn’t done talking to you.”

Two could play this game. Angel rubbed herself against him like a cat in heat. “Why do we need to talk? That’s not what you were sent here for.”

The fist loosened and his hand slid around the back of her neck to her throat, then up, until one finger slid between her willing, open lips. “No, you’re right, it wasn’t. Let’s go. Unless you’d rather do it out here in the driveway.”

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~lissa