Today’s #1lineWed theme is SMILE. There are sexy smiles, sweet smiles, wry smiles, fake smiles…here a smile, there a smile, everywhere a smile-smile… Okay, maybe I’ve been up since way early and have had a bit more caffeine than usual…
Anyway, here’s a snippet from NIGHT FIRE. This darn book can’t decide if it wants to be 1st POV or 3rd, so if I mixed it up, just ignore. This is a rough draft. This is the book where my Nightrider arsonist discovers his mate is an arson investigator, because: Where there’s Smoke, there’s heat…
I hope you enjoy today’s quick look.
Smoke watched me wearily. The crinkles fanning his eyes, normally put there by a sexy smile, were drawn now by pain and proof of his exhaustion.
“You won’t talk or you can’t?” I kept frustration out of my voice but I needed to know.
“Living is tricky, babe. The club, it’s all about the brothers. We live together. Die together. Betrayal isn’t an option.”
I unclenched my fists, forced my fingers to stretch. This was not the time to lose my temper. “So…your motorcycle gang always comes first?” Sarcasm warred with hurt.
He straightened, eyes as sharp as a hawk’s now, his gaze raking me. “Club, Leigh. A brotherhood. We aren’t a gang. What did you do?”
Smoothing the hair prickling on my arms, I braced for his anger. “I spoke to the DA on your behalf.”
His reaction was immediate and visceral. “You just signed my death warrant. And yours.”
I shivered from the energy emanating from him as nerves propelled me to my feet. I knew better than to reach for him so I put my chair between us and shoved my hands into my pockets. “Not true. The DA will protect you.”
His howl of laughter wasn’t what I expected. Nor was the feral glint in his eyes. “You don’t get it, babe. And you never will.”
He jerked on his leather vest then paused at the door. “We’re done. Finished. I’ll try to protect you before I die.”
The door snicked to a close. He was gone.
What had I done?
What about your characters? Are they smiling? Share if they are.