The Uncooperative Warrior

Snippet #2 for Book 2 in the Unstoppable Liv Beaufont Series

I have heard that not everyone’s heard of this series yet! It’s unimaginable that some people don’t know who Liv Beaufont is, yet!. Well, here’s your chance. Liv is a royal who gave up her claim to her lineage awhile ago. In book 1, The Rebellious Sister, she’s called back by her family to take on a special role as a warrior! If you a haven’t read this urban fantasy series yet, now’s the time to start! It’s so hot, it’s on fire. Literally. Naw, but it is figuratively on fire.

Then, this past Tuesday, I posted the first Chapter of book 2. So, read book 1 first – The Rebellious Sister. Then come back to the blog for snippets from book 2, The Uncooperative Warrior. You won’t be sorry. In fact, you’ll be thanking me. Trust me on this one.

And now, here’s the snippet – Chapter 2 from book 2, The Uncooperative Warrior:

Chapter Two

Liv Beaufont crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at the chaos below her. On the jungle floor, a dozen or more goblins fought over piles of jewelry, electronics, clothes, handbags and other things they’d stolen from the tourists in Bali, Indonesia.

Tracking the little monsters hadn’t been hard since they had yelped and snorted as they’d scurried through the jungle. Liv slapped her arm as a mosquito landed, about to bite her.

The damn bugs had been the problem, she thought bitterly. Oh, and the monkeys who kept following her, making it harder for her to stay unseen.

The goblins weren’t paying attention to her now, too busy biting and kicking and thrashing each other to get the best prizes.

Liv slid the hood onto her head, keeping her eyes low. She could have stopped the thieves a time or two as she watched them steal and disappear through different resorts.

However, these two-foot-tall green creatures weren’t the ones she needed to stop. It was their master who was the problem.

From the largest hut in the camp, a goblin, bigger and uglier than the rest, exited. Trock wore entirely too few clothes and would have benefited from a large mask to cover his pock-marked face. From his long ears, rows of silver rings hung, and on his back was a short sword, its tip still covered in fresh blood. As he progressed closer to the mayhem, the other goblins began to shout more wildly.

Looking down at the feline who stood next to her, Liv pursed her lips. “This would be a perfect chance to throw some fireballs.”

“Next time you’ll have to have the gnomes teach you how to create them,” Plato said, sitting casually on the thatched roof they occupied and looking down at the goblins. “It is gnome magic, after all.”

Liv agreed with a nod. “Yes, that would have been good to know before I pissed off a slew of them and sullied my name with the lot of them. Now they won’t give me a minute to apologize.”

Plato lifted his pink nose in the air. “You don’t need the gnomes.”

“Well, I’d like to know how to make fireballs, so I think I do,” Liv stated. “And we all need each other. We are supposed to be sharing this planet.”

Plato’s green eyes swiveled to the goblin fights. A larger goblin had pulled a stolen laptop away from a smaller one and bonked him on the head with it. The assault cracked the machine, making the first goblin shriek with frustration. “I think the creatures below need a refresher course on how sharing works.”

Liv sighed heavily. “Yes, and also to be taught that stealing is wrong.” She lifted both her hands and the trees began to rustle like a great storm was about to rip through the island. Dirt and leaves flew up from the ground, covering many of the thrashing creatures. Palm trees bent almost double, looking dangerously close to toppling.

Liv might not have the ability to create fire, but she could harness elements that already existed—in this case, wind. When the camp below was in complete chaos, goblins diving and covering their misshapen faces to escape the debris and others holding onto large plants to anchor themselves to the ground, Liv sprang off the roof of the hut. read more…