Thank you, Marie Sexton, for hosting the Saturday Snark blog hop. Here's Marie's snark, taken from her book Cinder a m/m romance take on Cinderella.
Now, today's selection of my own snark comes from the my current WIP, Collusion, and once again spews from the rather uncouth mouth of Lucky, drug trafficker turned narcotics agent. Don't worry folks, it's a staged arrest.
Huffing and puffing from behind grew closer. Suddenly, a Mack truck slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. He rolled and came up swinging. The cop who’d hit Lucky staggered to his feet while his partner played decoy.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” the solid mass of muscle that hit him forced out between panted breaths. “Choice is yours.”
Lucky grinned. “Well, now, that’s mighty generous of you, but I ain’t ever in my life been accused of being easy.” The cop lunged at him and Lucky ducked, for once grateful for his small size. He wove past the other cop and took off again, this time aiming directly for the trees. A third cop came out of nowhere, tackling Lucky to the ground.
He landed two good kicks and a solid punch before the three teamed up and pushed him face-first in the dirt. “Police brutally!” he bawled, as they wrestled his arms behind him and slapped on a pair of cuffs. They hauled him kicking, screaming, and spitting out grass to his feet.
“Out of four of them, it has to be the runt that gives us trouble,” one cop sneered, wiping dirt from his face with a uniform sleeve.
“Hey! I resent that!” Lucky barked. “I’ll have you know I’m a good six inches taller than the girl!”
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