For Teaser Tuesday this week, I’m sharing a draft of a scene from the next Dark Legacy book — provisionally titled Bad Blood (likely to change). As always, this is unedited, unproofed and may or may not make it into the final book.
Morgan lifted her empty glass and waved it at the bartender.
“Just leave the bottle,” she told him when he topped it up and turned to leave. She slid a hundred dollar bill over the bar to him. “Keep the change.”
“Yes, ma’am!” With a grin, he rang up the cost on the till and pocketed the remainder while Morgan curled a hand around the bottle’s neck and drew it closer.
“You shouldn’t be sitting here alone.”
Morgan turned her head just as the redheaded young vampire slid onto the stool beside her and she lifted her glass in greeting. “I see Fallon’s been shopping again.”
Rowan laughed and smoothed a hand down over the scarlet dress she wore. “He bought this in Monte Carlo last week. He claims I needed it.” She paused to smile at the bartender. “Can I have a glass, please? I’ll share what my friend is drinking.”
Morgan snorted. “You want some of this, buy your own.”
“Well that’s not very friendly, is it?”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m not very friendly.” She refilled her glass, drained it and filled it again. “Does Fallon know you’re here?”
“Koo’s with me. She’s just parking the car.”
Morgan turned slowly on the stool. “Do I look like someone who enjoys girly nights out? Do I need to –” She broke off when a tall male approached them.
“Ladies,” he smiled expansively. “How about a little company?”
Morgan sighed. “How about no?”
He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Let me persuade you otherwise, honey.”
“I’m not your honey,” she lifted her glass and took a swallow. “You have three seconds to remove your hand before I break it.” Morgan cast a sidelong glance at Rowan. “You should probably leave. Fallon won’t like you being caught up in this.” Her gaze moved to where the man was reflected in the mirror behind the bar. “One.
“Come on, honey,” his hand tightened its grip. “We could have a real good time.”
“I’m about to have a great time. Two.” Morgan placed her glass down onto the bartop. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Three.” As she spoke, she lifted her hand, gripped his wrist and twisted.
The man yelped as he found himself driven to his knees with Morgan standing over him.
“Morgan, I don’t think –” Rowan began, her eyes darting around the now-silent bar.
“Go home, Rowan.” Morgan jerked her arm and there was a sickening snap as the man’s wrist broke. He howled. Morgan released her grip and shoved him backwards, her lip curling. “Oh stop snivelling. If you don’t want to get hurt, don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.”
“Morgan, we need to leave,” Rowan whispered.
Morgan looked at the redhead. “I’ve told you to leave twice already.” She straightened and faced the men slowly rising to their feet. “Now you’ll just have to stay out of the way until I’m done.” She advanced a step and smiled. “Who’s next?”
The ensuing fight was short and brutal. At first, the bikers had come at Morgan one by one, but as they saw how their brothers fell at the petite brunette’s feet, they surged forward en-masse.
Morgan checked to see where Rowan was standing then threw herself headlong into the battle.