Welcome back to Sample Sunday! I am sharing snips of THE PEARL, my upcoming Black Diamond romance. Pick up last week’s sample t to meet our heroine, Kari Savoy.

Interested in my inspirations for this novel? Follow The Pearl’s Pinterest board.

As usual, I am tracking progress and revelations of writing this book on my author podcast The Bookcast. Catch up with Episode 78 to hear how the writing is going.

Enjoy today’s snip!

As the afternoon blazed through the windshield, I pulled into the underground parking deck at The Pearl, followed the directions toward resident and employee parking and found a spot close to an elevator. I slung a bag over each shoulder, lugged two rolling suitcases toward the elevator, and pressed the button to call it.

A few moments later, the doors slid open. Expecting it to be empty, I lunged forward— into the broad, molded chest of Davis Scott.

He wasn’t in his finely tailored, well-fitting suit. Instead, he wore a skin tight, neon green and black racing shirt, matching pants and molded black riding boots. His arm shot out, his large hand firmly gripping my shoulder. I steadied myself and backed up, releasing the suitcases I’d rolled across the parking deck.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know why I expected this elevator to be empty.”

“Hello, Ms. Savoy,” he replied, in the same stiff tone from our conversation before.

I moved back a few steps and took in the entire view of him, head to toe. Namely… his attire. “That’s right. Dionne mentioned you had a bike. I guess I assumed she meant a ten-speed.” When he didn’t laugh, I cleared my throat and tried a different angle. “So…you ride?”

He nodded. “Yes. I’m headed out for a ride with Jason. Do… you ride?” An eyebrow rose as he asked. He shifted the helmet he’d been holding, propping it against his hip.

“No,” I offered quickly. “I’m too scared to get on those things. My little brother does, though. I recognize the gear.”

“Ah. Well.” He turned and pointed, which made me follow his gaze to an older but obviously well-cared for Harley parked a few spots away. It was simple and understated, jet black and shiny chrome. “That’s mine,” he said, quietly.

“A Harley,” I commented, smiling. “So you’re a serious biker. Moses rides one of those sport things.”

Davis chuckled deep in his throat, then gripped the helmet in both of his hands. “The younger generation prefer the newer bikes. Shiny, push button, electric components. This one is special to me, so I’ve taken care of it.”

“I see.” I reached for the handles to my suitcases. “Well. These aren’t going to get themselves upstairs.” I waited for him to step out of my route to the elevator.

“Do you need assistance?” And just as I was about to think it was sweet of him to offer to help me, he added, “Justin is in. I’m sure he’d be happy to come down.” He unzipped a pocket and pulled out his phone.

“No! Don’t… do that. I uhm…” I maneuvered around him to the elevator with two bags on each limb and pressed the call button again. “I can manage. Thank you.”

“No problem.” He slipped the helmet onto his head and snapped it into place. In a voice now muffled, he said, “Have a nice day, Ms. Savoy. See you in the morning.”

He turned on a heel and made long, purposed strides in the direction of his bike.

What a waste of a nice ass.

#SampleSunday- The Pearl: A waste of a nice ass