Hump Day once again, which means #1LineWed on Twitter and snippets here. Today’s theme is cold. 😉 Have I mentioned that THE DEVIL’S CUT is live on Amazon? You know, in case the faithful here haven’t indulged yet. 😛
So anyway, since TDC is relatively new, I’m gonna break the rules and post from it rather than a WIP like the rules say. I’m all roguish like that. Plus, I haven’t really started a new WIP. RDR#4 is awaiting word from Mr. HQEd on the proposal. 😛 Anyway…here’s some chilly snippets from THE DEVIL’S CUT.
Like Romulus, his pack Alpha, Caleb’s physical appearance was wiry and therefore misleading. Even without his werewolf strength, he would have been able to pick up the other man and toss him. And like Romulus, he had developed The Look™—that unblinking stare of a stone-cold alpha predator. He didn’t have to use it often. Even humans had a tendency to recognize he was something more and backed away from picking fights with him. Mostly easy-going, his reputation as a badass amused him.
And a little equal time to Adele’s POV:
JACOBSEN’S ASAP MEANT HIS PARTNER was waiting for her. The drive back to Denver had been uneventful but creepy. Adele couldn’t put her finger on why. Well, she could—feelings of someone watching her, weird cold drafts washing across the back of her neck, the nagging idea that if she whipped her head around she’d find some specter looming in the back seat of her Jeep ready to pounce made for a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. The sun was peeking over the eastern plains as she lugged her gear from the parking lot.
[Adele] was a scientist. There was no room in her world for magical mumbo jumbo or weird things that went bump in the night. Those spooky sounds were just old pipes or creaky floors or the building settling on its foundation. And cold breezes meant bad insulation. Of course, since the Big Rip, humans had discovered they weren’t the top of the food chain and unseen things were suddenly seen.
And last, a little mixing it up with Caleb and Adele both. 😉
Speak of the devil. She hated her breathless, “Caleb” before she regained control. “Agent Jones. It’s been awhile.” Yes, there. That was frosty and professional.
“Too long. Get out of the tub, and come unlock the door. I’m too cold to pick the lock.”
So that’s what’s going on in their world. What about y’all? How’s the temperature in your WIPs or the books you’re reading?