Today's snippet is from one of my favorite WIPs, Belle of the Underground. And I say 'favorite WIPs' a lot, but this one truly is a lot of fun to write. I'm really hoping it's well-received and turns into the series I'd like to make it. *crosses fingers*
A little background...I love urban legends and crazy conspiracies. This manuscript features both and the main female character, Raven, is a mixture of the two. The story got started after I had a dream about the main female character and how she meets the main male character. I don't get the vivid recall I had with this one very often, so I wrote it down.
And a manuscript began...
All right, let's hit the tag line:
Raven Malone doesn't
have an easy job, but she's the reluctant leader of a mix of freaks and geeks and
both groups look to her for answers. She meets her match when regular guy, Gio
Roberts, starts poking around in her cover up of an unexplained
murder. Sparks fly, especially when she lets him in on the underground
community she's established. They forge a bond and work side by side, trying to
keep everything together.
And a snippety
peek:
Raven
Malone never liked three a.m. phone calls.
Lately,
she really, really loathed them. By nature, it made sense she'd get more calls
between midnight and six in the morning. After all, the witching hours were
considered play time for her kind. When it didn't matter if the strangest of
the strange walked around the city in the wee hours.
But
over the past few weeks that play had turned deadly and Raven didn't like it.
Not one damn bit.
Her
rag tag group looked to her for leadership and she had zero clue what to do
with the bizarre series of events unfolding. Okay, she knew what to do, but she
had to find out the who before she could exact punishment.
Crawling
out of bed, Raven stumbled over to her wardrobe and yanked out several items of
clothing. She heard the approach of footsteps and caught the scent of Vince
Grillo, her self-appointed second in command and a shape shifter, before he
rounded the door of her rooms. She could guess what he'd ask without using her
pre-cog skills. She could count on Vince to be fairly predictable when they had
trouble.
"You
want company?"
Ding.
Ding. Ding. She'd totally called that one.
Turning
toward him, she didn't let the fact her only attire at the moment happened to
be a pair of hipster undies and a tiny camisole faze her. Vince had seen her in
less.
She
shoved her legs into a pair of dark jeans and yanked them up. "No. I've
got this." Throwing on a leather jacket, she grabbed a beat up ball cap
and slapped it on her head.
Vince
frowned. "If it's the same as last time, you might need some help."
Raven
shook her head. "If it's the same as last time—and my gut says it is—I'll
need you here." Understatement of the year.
He
wanted to argue. "But—"
She
didn't have time for it. "No, Vince. I can handle it out there. I'll lay
money word is already out and you're the only one I can count on to keep the
peace down here until I get back." She almost wanted to wish him luck.
Vince
narrowed his eyes. "How the hell would anyone know about this yet?"
She
gave him a bland stare. "Body was found by a lake. You know the aquatics
pick up on vibes and can't ever keep it to themselves. They knew about this
before I even got the call." She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her
boots on.
Vince
snorted. "Damned gill gabbers." He said it without heat. He
understood their genetic make-up and school mentality trumped everything. Even
common sense sometimes. "What do you want me to do?"
Raven
jerked her head toward the door. She'd heard the onslaught coming a few moments
ago.
"Clear
a path for starters."
Vince
grinned. "At least I get to have fun before the headache stuff
starts."
Raven
pulled the cap off and grabbed her hair, wound it on top of her head and jammed
the hat back on.
Tugging
the bill down low, she nodded. "Have at it."
And there you have
it. I hope you enjoyed. (See…I can NEVER keep it at six sentences. LOL)
Happy Reading!
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