Y’all, I’m doing the Muppet Flail, dog paddling my canoe up the creek, and other various and sundry things meaning I’m getting nowhere fast. 😆 But, it is Wednesday again and #1lineWed is all about FEAR. So, here’s some things the Wolves and Hannah are afraid of in the current WIP, MOONSTRUCK: SECRETS. Which should be out in digital format on Amazon by the end of the month and in print by mid-March. So, lets get scared, Wolf edition!
As Mac would say, “Yeah, that didn’t go the way I wanted it to…”
“I’m sorry, Hannah.” She stared at him, big blue eyes glazed with shock and pain, making him even more uncomfortable than he already was. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to work out some of the tension. He damn sure didn’t need the complications of a mating ritual in the middle of a compromised mission. A moonstruck Wolf in mating heat didn’t think very clearly. Had something to do with all the blood rushing from the brain to the balls. He reached out to touch her cheek, thankful she didn’t flinch. Still, her eyes held fear that tore at his heart.
And Hannah isn’t about to be left behind.
Hannah jutted her chin at him. “I will not be left hiding in this godforsaken place.” She swallowed hard remembering how she’d felt waking up the day before to find Mac gone. A small shiver skittered through her at the memory of her beating. Closing her eyes, the faces of the men she’d killed swam before her and her stomach roiled. Choking down the bile, she asked, “What happens if you don’t come back?” She waved her hand in the general direction of the other men. “If they don’t come back?” Her voice quivered and she hated that the sound revealed her fear. She planted her fists on her hips and glared not only at Mac but all the men, hoping to cover her terror with bravado.
The road to true love for Mac and Hannah is certainly not smooth…
Anger surged through him, as cold as liquid nitrogen and just as deadly. Buried deep inside, his intellect battered at the fury. Breathe, he reminded himself. He’d marked her once before in a rage, forgetting how delicate her skin was, how fragile she was beneath the tough exterior. His fingers locked around her arm but didn’t squeeze.
“You want to tell me who the hell put this bug up your ass?” He gritted the words out and something in his expression finally registered with her. For a heart-shattering moment, fear flashed in her eyes and nausea roiled in his gut. He dropped his hand, backed away, shoved his fists into his pockets. “Gawddammit, Hannah. Do you really believe I’d fucking hurt you? You’re carrying my pup. I’d cut off my hand before I hurt you.”
And there goes Hannah trying to assert herself again. *bwahahaha*
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Then make it.”
“Command Sergeant Major—”
“Don’t pull rank on me, Major.” He pushed off the wall, his gaze lasering in on her expression. He read her, his nostrils flaring at her scent—the ammonia stench of fear overlaid with the dusty odor of her exhaustion. “Hannah? What’s wrong?”
She pushed fingers through her short cap of blond hair as she looked away. “Nothing.”
Oh but there is! There’s a lot wrong, as y’all will find out when the book releases. In the meantime, is there any fear in what you’re writing today? Share! And yes, I will try to be more sociable and reply to comments from Monday and today.