Chapter One
Great. Just
fan-friggen-tabulous. Not even halfway through her shift and Teagan had an
ass-grabber.
Another one.
Of course,
this moron's lack of respect for personal boundaries was why she'd gotten this
table of five. The girls had named her The Enforcer for a reason.
She'd let him
play for a moment. He wasn't hurting her, after all. But soon he'd pay, and
she'd make certain it did hurt him.
Yep, a little
public humiliation, and he’d never touch another lady without her permission
again.
But first,
money. A girl had to have her priorities.
"Can I
get you boys anything else?" she asked, setting a Corona in front of each
of them.
The Friday
night band sang their standard classic, "Friends in Low Places," and
several patrons whooped or sang along. Lively crowd tonight--at least a couple
hundred cowboys, college kids, tourists, and locals were bound to mean good
tips. Everyone was lookin' for love.
Blondie, the
man sitting across the table from where she stood, smiled and tossed down a
hundred dollar bill. "Tequila shots?"
Mr. Hands, on
her left, inched his grope further up the back of her inner thigh. If he went
any higher, he'd be fondling parts of her only seen by her doctor and her
vibrator.
She snapped
her teeth into a grin, ignoring Mr. Hands, as she pulled the Jose Gold from one
holster on her costume’s gun-slinger's belt and six shot glasses from the
cartridge loops on the other hip. Between the rowdy saloon atmosphere and the
waitressing costumes--leather vest, gunfighter's belt over short-shorts,
Stetson cowboy hat and boots--it was no surprise Tommie's Knockers drew the
largest crowd in the Canyon.
Someone cursed
a stream of words his mama would’ve washed his mouth out for, on the other side
of the main stage. Chaos exploded in the far section of the bar as a chair
shattered and a beer bottle exploded--probably on some poor fool’s head. A girl screamed and Teagan straightened up,
glancing over. The bouncers didn’t need her help, though. Six were already
hustling over and stepping in, pulling two men apart and bringing things back
to order. It was under control.
So why did she
feel on edge tonight? Like all hells were about to break loose.
"If
you're buying one for me too, sugar," she said, shaking it off and
bringing her attention back to Blondie.
When he
nodded, she twisted the cap off the bottle, pouring tequila into each glass
before sliding them around. The shot glass she slid to Mr. Hands barely stayed
on the table. Damn. She'd hoped to
distract him from his blind-man's examination of her butt--no such luck.
Nope.
Yesteryear’s Quarterback just kept on going with one hand, like her backside
was his winning season’s playbook.
She lifted her
shot, saluted the men, and tossed it back. Oh, it burned good. Too bad her kind
couldn't get drunk on human alcohol. She could use a little something right
now. Something to dull the sudden itch along her spine, urging her to run
without motive. She wasn't fooled. Whenever she had that itch, there was a
reason.
She forced
herself to smile at Blondie as she set her shooter back on the table, then
tipped her head so she could surreptitiously study the bar through the shield
of her bangs.
Several men
milled about the dance floor, looking uncomfortable and awkward, while couples
danced the two-step around them. Nothing out of place about that in a bar.
Blondie slid
the Franklin across the table and tapped her hand. "Keep the change."
"Why
thanks, baby. If you need anything at all, raise your hand. See the brunette,
Kelly, over by the bar? She'll see to your every need." Teagan slipped the
bill into a pocket inside her vest.
Time to play
enforcer, and just in time. She needed to clean this mess up and go on break,
if for no other reason than to unwind and figure out why she felt this strung
out. If she were human, she’d worry she’d been slipped something, she was so
twitchy.
Was it a full
moon tonight?
She turned to
face Mr. Hands, leaning down slow and low, until his eyes were level with her
cleavage.
He grabbed the
sides of his chair, leaning closer to her.
Right where
she wanted his hands--off her body.
She let her
hair fall over one shoulder. "Sweetie, sometimes a little naughty is nice,
but every so often, naughty goes, well, too far. Then it’s time for a little
lesson in manners. Are you up for a--” She licked her upper lip, sliding her
hand up his thigh until she almost brushed the bulge in his jeans. “Lesson?”
He flushed,
throwing a victorious grin at his friends. "With a body as hot as you?
Hell, you can teach me manners any time."
She brought
her mouth to his ear as the band finished their song. Perfect timing.
"Then
here's lesson one, hon," she said in a stage whisper all his buddies would
hear. She wrapped his package in her palm and squeezed her hand into a fist
around it--hard.
"Touch me
or one of the other girls again--," she tightened her grip even more.
His eyes
bulged in pain, but he sat frozen in place. Men tended to do that when you had
them by the baby brains.
"One more
time, and I’ll tear your nut sack from your body and feed it to an alley
cat."
Such language,
but some jerks were also stupid and only understood crass.
Keeping him
firmly in hand, she looked at his friends and tilted her head. "I'd feed
it to the dog, but she'd barely notice the swallow."
Goddess On The Run
A Tale of the Holy Water Warriors, Book One
By Marne Ann Kirk
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Publisher:
Crescent Moon Press
Number
of pages: 316
Word
Count: 91,200 words
Cover
Artist: Taria Reed
Book Description:
All
Fomorian Hells are about to break loose on earth, making human souls the daily
special, if the Tuatha de Danaan can’t stop it.
Teagan,
a Celtic demi-goddess hiding from her destiny in small-town Colorado, wants
nothing to do with her mother’s forgotten realm or the drama of a battle of the
gods. And Merric is forbidden fruit she’s too smart to taste.
Merric,
leader of the Tuatha de Danaan warriors, has other plans. Teagan holds the key
to salvation, for both him and their worlds, whether she wants to or not. He’ll
do whatever it takes to convince her of her duty.
But can
he find the key to her heart?
Author Bio:
Marne
Ann Kirk grew up wild, exploring the vast high deserts and mountains of the
West with her family as a child. Marne Ann loved making up stories and, well, lied
about just about everything. Thankfully, she grew out of the lying stage...now
she calls it story-telling.
Her
debut novel, “Love Chosen: Book One of The Fae Dragon Chronicles,” is available
now. “Love Dared: Book Two of The Fae Dragon Chronicles,” is coming soon.
“Goddess on the Run,” a paranormal romance, will be available September 17,
2012. You can find out more about Marne Ann through her publisher, Crescent
Moon Press, or visit her at: www.marneannkirk.com
or www.cowboysndragonscafe.blogspot.com
Twitter:
MarneAnn
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