It’s Wednesday, which means it’s time for #1lineWed over on Twitter. Today’s theme is **Faces**. So, I’m posting all about those features, expressions and whatever else works from your WIP. All of them here are the longer versions, obviously, since Twitter is only 140 characters. 😆
From MOONSTRUCK: SECRETS:
Mac let out a slow breath and she recognized his resolute look. “I’m sorry, Hannah. If I’d known about the patrol, I would never have left you alone.” His thumb touched her bruised cheek, a light feathering of rough callous over silky skin, and he winced.
She searched his face, saw tenderness and regret etched there. Did he regret she was the one he’d be stuck with for the rest of his life? Was it true that they were trapped in this relationship? She knew nothing about Wolf life. And if getting pregnant was such a big deal, how had she popped so quickly? She had so many questions but there was no time to get the truth from him. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in slowly and deeply. He watched her intently, like a hunter homing in on his prey. She didn’t like that image much but it was truthful. Truth. It all boiled down to truth.
There’s a couple of lines I could tweet in this next section. 🙂
Her fingers tightened convulsively on his and Mac glanced over at her face. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin. She’d pressed her head back against the bulkhead and was breathing in short, panting gulps. “Babe? What’s wrong?”
She swallowed and he swore her color paled even more. The sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks stood out like a crazy bunch of connect-the-dots. She swallowed again and a tiny trickle of drool escaped the corner of her mouth. Anger flashed through him. His mate was suffering and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. His wolf’s power swelled until every man on board came awake.
This one could be faces or hands either one, and shows a little insight into Mac McIntire’s psyche. 😉
Her color returned to somewhat normal and she no longer gasped for air. Mac offered her the Dramamine and more water. She opened her eyes and held out her hand, palm up, to take the pills. Mac ripped the packet with this teeth and dumped the two tablets into her hand. It looked so small next to his. He liked Hannah’s hands. She had long, slender fingers but there was strength in them. She didn’t wear jewelry. No rings or signs that she wore one. He liked that too. It meant his ring would be her first and only. As she lifted her hand to her mouth, he realized he could see all the veins on the back of her hand. Her skin appeared paper thin. His gaze fixed on her face. The delicate skin around her eyes looked bruised—beyond the injuries she’d sustained—and he could see the lacy tracings of the veins just beneath her skin.
And last but not least…
“We lost Whiskey Team Charlie.”
“Wait. What? Lost them? Lost them how?” There were only three active Whiskey teams in the 69th—Bravo, which was Mac’s team, Charlie, and Delta. “They weren’t on a mission.”
“No, they weren’t.” Mac’s expression hardened. “It was reported as a training accident. Chopper crash. Allegedly.”
Hannah’s eyebrows tried to hold hands as she furrowed her brow. “Are you saying there wasn’t a chopper crash?” She was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation, especially since no word of any accidental deaths had come across her desk.