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Snippet Saturday–Oct 22

Some people say your story is only as good as your villain. I happen to believe that some people are rotten to the core. Others have multiple layers of evil. While I don't always write a lot from a villain's POV, I occasionally do and with intense results if I may say so. Case in point, this week's Snippet Saturday.

Carl Steinhurst marched past the ornate clock on the mantle as it struck nine. Impatient, he took his place behind the massive wooden desk, steepling his fingers as he waited for his daily update on the Kendall situation. As soon as this call was complete he could get back to the two beautiful whores adorning the large silk sofa on the opposite wall of his office.

His hand hovered over the receiver as he waited. And waited. His gaze flicked to the clock again. One minute past.

He sucked in an annoyed breath as he glared back at the phone. The instant it rang, he snatched it up.

Luckily, he'd trained the small talk out of his help. He had no time or need for such things. Down to business. Always business.

"She got away again," the voice said without preamble.

Carl's grip tightened on the cordless phone as his fangs lengthened. "She what?"

"She got away from us boss. She's smarter than she looks—"

He leaned forward, elbows digging into the polished wood. "That's my betrothed you're talking about weasel. Watch your mouth." One of these days he was going to have to see about getting better help. Someone smarter and more capable. These goons worked for peanuts and until he could stake his claim on the Carver lands he couldn't afford anyone better.

"Use her cell phone to track her."

[image error]"It's off, boss."

Sometimes he really did think he was talking to children. "As soon as she turns it back on, triangulate her position," he said, annunciating every word.

He ran his tongue over his fangs as he watched the women on his sofa fondle and caress each other. The lingerie he'd picked out did wonders for their figures. Rhinestones sparkled in the moonlight, like beacons in the darkened room.

"Right. Um. And there's more."

"More? How could there be more?" Fury boiled inside him. How inept could those man-sized-rodents be? He should have hired a bounty hunter with questionable morals to bring her back to him, but no, he'd taken their word for it. "We can find her," they'd said.

Sniveling little animals.

Excerpted from Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf

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