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March 23rd, 2013
Snippet Saturday – Work, work, work!


Today’s theme is actually ‘JOBS’ but rather than a specific occupation, this topic makes me think of Mabel King’s rendition of “Don’t Nobody Bring Me No Bad News” from The Wiz. The songs starts out, “When I wake up in the afternoon, as it pleases me to do, don’t nobody bring me no bad news!”

Now wouldn’t that be the dream job? Get up when you want and demand that all be well in the world–both your world and everybody else’s? Totally works for me! Well, our character, a talented geek and deadly bounty hunter, wishes she could demand that all be uber-cool in her world. For the most part, she gets exactly what she wants…just not today.

Enjoy the excerpt then visit all of the wonderful Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Happy Weekend!

Unedited Excerpt from
Niah’s Pryde: A Pryde Ranch Shifter story
by TJ Michaels
Copyright 2013 – All rights reserved
Coming May 2013

Blurb: Niah Pryde is no shrinking violet. Not only is she one of the best hunters for S.W.A.T.—the Shifter and Were Armed Tactics agency—but Niah can network a microwave tower to a satellite surveillance system with her eyes closed and one well-manicured hand tied behind her back. So…why would she rather hide in the network hub closet than face her mate?

Ryland Lee Lewis is as down-home as they come, from his country drawl to his love of Sweet Tea. It only took one assignment with Niah Pryde to know she was the one for him. He’s sure she feels it too but the woman is running faster than a bull out of the chute. What’s a guy to do when his mate won’t see reason? And what kind of sparks will fly if she dares give him a chance?

Rolling at top speed along one of the private graveled roads in Niah’s favorite Jeep, she and Broglio covered the five miles to Lou’s camp in short order. A one-man tent and agency-issued gear were bundled up and hidden in the brush in the exact spot he’d said they were.

Tossing the stuff into the backseat, Broglio huffed, “Honestly, Miss Niah, if that damn lion shifter…no offence…”

“None taken.”

“…breached our security, who else could manage to get this close to our family?”

Niah shook her head and kept her mouth shut. After all, Broglio was only saying what she was thinking. At first she’d been simply unbelieving that Lou had tracked her down, but now she was both pissed off and impressed at how he’d waltzed onto her family’s property and sat his naked ass—correction, perfect-for-bouncing-quarters-off naked ass—down on her front porch as if he did this every day.

Back at the house, she found her sisters preparing for dinner in Neesia’s pride and joy—an oversized professional, stainless steel-everything football stadium-sized kitchen.

She dropped Lou’s stuff on the floor near the ginormous gourmet block and rounded on her sisters.

“I’m responsible for network security, you guys. How the hell did he get in here? How did he do it?”

Lou chose that moment to poke his head through the entrance that led into the space from the hallway.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but can someone loan me…”

Niah’s eyes caught his and the man’s speech faltered as a smile spread across his lips. And that’s when she felt him—it was just an inkling, but there none the less. Lou was happy. Simply happy to be here. And she could give a rat’s ass right now.

“Tell me right now or I’ll have to kick your ass.”

Lou’s warm smile faltered. A lot. For a split second she actually felt bad that she’d been mean, but as quickly as his hurt washed over her, his determination was on its heels and overtook it. And she felt all of it.

“Niah, you’re overreacting,” Lou said firmly.

“Overreacting? Fuck you! It’s not your family at risk here, is it?” she snapped and stepped forward. A black tempered-steel machete cleared the sheath strapped across her back with a schnick. She knew he was trying to reassure her, but all it did was piss her off more. She’d never failed her family like this. Ever.

“Niah, if you get blood on the grout in my perfectly tiled kitchen I swear you’ll wear a black-eye for a week,” Neesia said calmly, not even looking up from the bowl of batter she was mixing. K and K both looked on quietly. Kotara sported her typical snarky-looking half-grin that said she knew more than she was letting on and Koreas simply looked back and forth between Lou and Niah before returning her interest to the stack of reports she was reading.

Niah’s lips peel back from her teeth in a snarl. Lou simply held her gaze clearly anticipating what she’d do next. She growled louder, tempted to see if she could take him down before he knew what hit him.

But Neesia wasn’t having it. She’d always been the one with manners, damn the woman. “I mean it, sis. Blood on my kitchen floor equals you and me scrapping in the front yard like when we were little. And I win.”

Damn.

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