Happy Hump Day! And happy #1lineWed day. Today’s theme for Twitter posting is **NICKNAMES** Watching the discussion on the twitter feed has been interesting. Wait! What? Nicknames??? Lots of that going on. Me? I’m all OMG *FLAIL* WHICH NICKNAME SNIPPET TO USE!!!! Then I remember this “first meet” between Smoke Jenner and Leigh Daniels, the H/H of NIGHT FIRE (October Kindle World release). While it’s in Smoke’s 1st person POV, the reader still gets an idea of Leigh’s personality. 😉

Smoke

I resisted rubbing my thigh. Her bumper had clipped me and it had taken real focus not to limp as I approached her. She was something, even hiding in shapeless navy coveralls. There was no thinking about it. My nose detected the sweet-cherry residue from a house fire and I could read her patches even in the semi-dark. Arson. Fuck.

“What’s your name?”

She raised her chin, pretending she wasn’t nervous. The tang of bleu cheese curled around the cherry wood. Yup. I made her nervous. Good. I knew where she was headed. I’d just left there. I needed to find out how good she was.

“Sergeant Daniels.”

Smart ass. I liked that in my women. If she was the investigator on this fire, I was definitely gonna make her mine for the duration.

“What’s your first name?”

“None of your business.”

“Can I call you None for short?”

“Smart ass.” She muttered it under her breath but I’m a Wolf. I hear better than the average bear and a hellava lot better than a human.

Yeah, takes one to know one.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s your name?”

“Smoke.”

“What kind of name is that?”

“My kind of name.”

I caught her studying the patches on my cut and considered turning around so she could see my full patch. I’m a Nightrider, out of our original chapter in Kansas City, but I ride all over. I work directly for the Russian, our national president. He’s the one who bestowed my road name. Anymore, that’s the only name I needed.

“Is that like a nickname?”

“No. It’s my road name.”

“Road name. So…you do belong to one of those motorcycle gangs.” She sneered at that last word.

“We aren’t a gang. We’re a club.” We were more but I wasn’t about to discuss brotherhood with her, no matter how good she smelled.
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Caveat…that’s a first draft. What about y’all? Writers, do your characters have nicknames? Readers, what’s your favorite character’s nickname?