Wednesday Words: COFFEE

Coffee understandsThe theme for today’s Kiss of Death #1lineWed on Twitter is COFFEE (or tea). Dang it, dang it, dang it! I want to play to day but I have a minimum of 3K words left on RDR#3. I’ll run a bit over the 50K minimum because I still have to fit all the scenes together but I’m sort of seeing a light at the end of the tunnel and it looks like the “COFFEE READY” light on my Bunn coffeemaker instead of a train. 😉

Anyway, y’all know that as addicted to coffee as I am, at least some of my characters have to partake of the caffeine-y goodness. So here are a few snippets from RDR#3…

Georgie has been “installed” in the senator’s suite (Clay), and left to get some rest and see the doctor after her afternoon ordeal and the resulting “rescue” by Clay.

Digging through her suitcase, Georgie found her comfort jammies—worn sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt that said, “Ways to win my heart…1. Buy me coffee 2. Make me coffee 3. Be coffee.” Not that she was a caffeine addict. Much. She wondered if there was a coffeemaker in the kitchen. If she couldn’t sleep—and she suspected it would be hard—she’d go look. Coffee would be a godsend.

And later that night/morning, she gets a call from her best friend back in DC, telling her to turn on the morning news programs, which she did.

“George? Georgie? Georgeanne! Speak to me. Are you okay?”

“No. I need to die. Like right now. No. I would have been better off dying last night. Oh, Mother Goose, Jen. I am so screwed.”

“You keep saying that. Now what happened! He was holding your hand. And then he carried you. Have you been holding out on me?”

“No. Oh dang it, dang it, dang it.” Georgie needed coffee. STAT. There was still liquid left in her Diet Coke bottle. She gulped it down and glanced at the clock. Four-fifteen. Just after seven a.m. in Washington. She rubbed her face and eyes. This was bad. Really bad. How many times had she dreamed of a romantic interlude with the senator? Way too often, but never played out in front of cameras. And reporters. On the national news.

And finally, back D.C. a few days later, Georgie has a chance to catch her breath and diss with her BFF.

Georgie opened her door, shoved a large, steaming mug into the hands of the woman standing there, and ushered her inside.

“Why are adult snow days not near as much fun as when we were kids and got to stay home from school,” Jen groused as she shuffled in. She let loose with a huge yawn before sipping the hot chocolate in her mug. “Ooh. You put cinnamon in it.”

“Of course I did. Do you want breakfast?”

“What do you have to fix?”

Wandering into her small kitchen, Georgie checked the fridge, and the cabinets. “Uhm…two boiled eggs. Instant oatmeal. And coffee.”

“Put marshmallows in my next hot chocolate and we’ll call it brunch.” Jen settled on Georgie’s couch, propped her killer-rabbit-clad feet on the coffee table and yawned again. “So talk to me.”

Georgie topped off her coffee mug and curled up on the opposite end of the over-stuffed couch doing her best to look like she was okay. “About what?”

What about y’all? Have any characters who love coffee? Want to talk about them? Or share lines? *nods encouragingly*


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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1 Response to Wednesday Words: COFFEE

  1. It’s Wednesday? Feels like Monday. Missed Tuesday entirely. Had my head up my edits. Need more coffee.

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