Wednesday Words – It’s About Time

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupToday, #1lineWed is all about time. I never have enough it and as I’m on the downhill slide of final edits and formatting, I’m way past any hope of coffee salvation. So…from THE DEVIL’S CUT, two quick snippets about good times, bad times, or sometimes…if you have the time. 😉

She stripped out of her lab coat and grabbed her jacket. She dug in her jean pockets for a key ring, found the key she needed and unlocked a desk drawer. A nylon holster hugged a very serviceable 9mm Glock. Adele clipped the pistol to her belt, patted it, and grabbed a second black nylon duffel investigation kit. She slung it over her left shoulder, the same side as the gun on her hip, causing Caleb to shake his head. He thought about Sade. She would never have made such a rookie mistake—not even when she was a rookie.

“You don’t spend much time around criminals, do you?” Caleb asked as he held the office door for her. He didn’t offer to carry the bag.

She made a lemon face at him. “What do you mean?”

“Never mind. Just remind me to hightail it out of range if you draw your weapon.”

“Hey! I qualify on the range every year.”

“Yeah? So does my grandmother, but I still wouldn’t take her to a gunfight.”

Miffed, Adele marched into the elevator as its doors opened and remained stonily silent all the way down to the first floor. She didn’t wait for Caleb. As soon as the doors opened, she hit the exit and stomped off toward her vehicle. Caleb trailed behind enjoying her pique. She might not be much of a real cop, but he’d bet she was an excellent CSI—when she wasn’t dealing with magic. Plus, she was certainly easy on the eyes. He grinned, adding another checkmark to his mental list. Adele McCoy had not said the word “like” once. Mimi’s speech had been peppered with “Like ya know, I mean like yeah.”


TIME TICKED AWAY. Adele survived Christmas and the not-so-subtle digs about her chosen career from her father.

“When you gonna take the test to be a real cop, girl?” was the central theme of Christmas Day. She survived. So she felt a little lonely. What else was new? Even if she had the urge to find a picture of a certain FBI agent, pin it to the wall, and throw darts at it. Humph. She didn’t need him. Or want him.

When the New Year arrived, she felt no remorse for kicking the Old Year out the door. Winter finally showed up with a vengeance. Snow. Ice. Howling winds. Road crews worked around the clock to keep the roads clear. Ironically, the weather didn’t keep criminals home where anyone with any sense would be.


Looks like this puppy will be ready in time for Halloween. Check back for updates! 😀

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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4 Responses to Wednesday Words – It’s About Time

  1. I ❤ this book so much.

    I have plenty of time, but I don't use it wisely. If I did, I'd have so much more accomplished. Today ain't looking good neither.

    • Silver James says:

      When time becomes more than a passage, morphing into a character–like the Grim Reaper–standing over your shoulder, breathing down your neck, and doing that whole creepy, moustache-twirling *bwahaha* thing…yeah. No choice. I’m at DefCon Deadline today and tomorrow. Yippee. *faceplants* … *crawls to kitchen for more coffee*

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