Work In Progress

I thought I'd do something a little different and post an excerpt from my latest work in progress, tentatively titled, Knock, knock... BEWARE. 

Unedited excerpt:

A car horn blared behind her, jolting her in her seat just as the light turned yellow, then red. The irate driver behind her honked his horn and yelled out his window. “What the hell’s the matter with you? Shouldn’t you be baking cookies or something? Do everyone a favour and leave the big toys to the men.”

Becca sucked air through clenched teeth, reminding herself she wasn’t a cop on duty anymore, so roughing up the ignoramus wasn’t an option. She set her bike on its’ kickstand, counting to ten under her breath as she sauntered back to where the driver stared, wide-eyed at her.

“Listen lady, let’s not let things turn ugly. You just turn yourself around like a good girl.”

Becca reached his door and jerked it open wide. “Get out.”

“What? Are you nuts?” He chuckled. “Trust me, lady, you do not want me to get out of this car.”

Before the driver had a chance to react, Becca grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him out of the car, throwing him belly-up on the hood, twisting his arm up behind his back. She leaned over him until her mouth was a mere whisper from his ear. “Listen asshole, you’re lucky I’m in a good mood. I suggest you learn some manners, and how to treat a lady before you open that fat trap of yours again.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He strained to turn his face toward a group of bystanders. “Someone call the cops, she’s f****ing crazy.”

Becca laughed, and so did most of the crowd. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to call the cops on a ‘little girl’ like me, do you?” She kept hold of his arm and pulled him upright, shoving him back in his car. “Now I suggest you take your sorry ass home and check your undies.” She slammed the door shut and strutted back to her bike while the crowd erupted in applause. Before she twist the throttle she turned to look back over her shoulder.

“Have a nice day.” She smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes over the rim of her shades. The driver mopped his brow, his face beat red.

She rode away laughing. I bet he thinks twice the next time he’s pissed at a chick on a bike.

So, what do you think? I love the heroine Becca in this story. Don't let the humor fool you, Knock, knock... BEWARE!  is definitely not a comedy. *wink