It’s time for #1lineWed again and I’m actually going to try to participate this week on Twitter. The hashtag has gotten so popular we often trend on Wednedays. That’s awesome for the Kiss of Death chapter but it sure makes it hard to keep up with all the tweets. 😆 This week’s theme is EXERCISE. Which I need to start doing. But I’m all lazy and stuff. 😉
Guess what’s live? Yes indeedy! MOONSTRUCK: SECRETS. Go forth and buy. In the meantime, here are some snippets from it. First, Hannah and the Wolves are out for a little, nighttime jog. 😉
“RUN!” Mac’s voice reverberated in her chest, filling her lungs and heart with a final burst of speed as she put her head down and charged toward the chopper. She faltered when Lightfoot’s hand dropped away. “Run, baby.” Mac’s voice whispered in her ear and she realized Danny was leading Michael as Mac ran beside her even as he stripped the rifle from her shoulder. Each breath seared her lungs and her legs turned to lead but she kept running. Without warning, she was boosted off her feet and tossed. She skidded across the metal floor of the chopper as it lifted off.
“MAC!” She screamed his name.
“Right here, baby.” His arms pulled her back across the deck of the Blackhawk and held her close. “I’ve got you.”
You realize that exercise comes in various forms. This snippet is part of a conversation between Hannah and her mentor, Colonel Bradshaw.
Bradshaw hurried to placate her and Hannah knew she was being handled. And resented the shit out of it.
“All I’m saying is that you have a lot on your plate. I’m investigating the helicopter crash, Major. All information gathered to this point indicates it was just what it appears—a tragic training exercise caused by a malfunction in the helicopter’s tail rotor, possibly from a bird strike. This country needs the Sixty-ninth. Despite your personal feelings in the matter, the men assigned do necessary work. Secret work.”
And then there’s the scene where Dr. Liz Graham has to get physical… 😉
“Get the hell away from here!” She crab-walked backwards, putting herself between the two men and the mouth of the cave. “I’m going to the authorities. I have your pictures!” Her fingers crunched through leaves and encountered something hard and metal. The gun. She snatched it from the leaf litter and held it in front of her with both hands. Did it have a safety? Guns had safeties, right? Terrified they’d call her bluff, she stiffened her arms to hold the gun steady. “I know how to use this. Now get the hell away and don’t ever come back here!”
And Liz can certainly admire the amount of exercise that Michael Lightfoot gets…
Why did she trust him? Just because he was sexier than all get out? He was definitely that. Tall, but to her every man was tall. Broad shoulders. Muscled chest and back. A butt that filled out those camouflage pants and thighs that flexed when he walked. Normally, she liked long hair on a guy. Hey, she was a Cali girl by birth, but his close-cropped hair fit his chiseled face. Chiseled? Okay, she’d been reading way too many romance novels. Since she wasn’t dating anyone, who could blame her? The scientific part of her brain understood she was focusing on trivial things to keep her fear at bay. The scared part of her didn’t care. She just wanted to get away and be safe.
I did mention that exercise comes in all forms, right? Yeah, Liz and Lightfoot are getting some…exercise!
Gazing up into eyes that reminded her of hot caramel dripping over ice cream, she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. Hard and thick, his erection pressed against her tummy and she wet her lips again. Michael looked like he wanted to eat her as he gazed down. A whimper gathered in her throat but she swallowed it away. How could she want this man so desperately? She could barely walk after last night and here she wanted to pounce him and ride him until they both exploded—over and over again. He bent his head and covered her mouth with his. Liz felt the kiss all the way to her toes. After long, breathless minutes, he released her and stepped back.
Whew! And that’s all the exercise I want for today. What about y’all? Writers, are you putting your characters through their paces? Readers? Have you read a scene that fits the theme? Share it! Happy Hump Day.