Wednesday Words: By the Number

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupFor a change of pace, #1lineWed decided to do a day based on page numbers. So, words from page 23, 123, 223 or considering the date, 323. LOL Except most of us don’t have 323 pages in our WIPs. So…I’m down to the last chapter or two of BLOOD BRIDE (working title for the Sekrit Projekt) and it just so happens that #1lineWed intersects with my inspiration for the title. This is a scene between Celine, the heroine, and an old lady who is a town elder. Enjoy!
After a nerve-wracking few minutes, Miz Virgie leaned forward, her gaze as sharp as a hunting raptor. “So. You are to be a blood bride.”

Celie scrambled to wrap her thoughts around that term, sputtering, “Uh…no.” She received a disapproving arched eyebrow for her impertinence.

“The old customs have fallen away. I shall teach you.”

Celie bit her tongue.

“You must make a blood bond with this man if he is not your mate.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” That got her the other eyebrow and a frown.

“In the old days it was simple. Virgin blood sealed the bond.”

Virgin blood? Celie bit not only her tongue but the insides of her cheeks. If Wolves wanted blood bonds, they needed to leave a few virgins around. When it came to the opposite sex, Wolves were hound dogs. They’d nail anything with tits. Miz Virgie studied her as if waiting for a response. She gave the only one she had.

“Yeah, well, a little late for that one.”

If possible, the old lady looked even more disapproving. She exhaled, a long-suffering sigh. “There are other…steps.”

Jeez but she didn’t like the sound of that. “Uh…huh.”

“Most treaty brides survived the ordeal, else why have a treaty mating?”

Miz Virgie was not reassuring Celie. Not at all. “Most survived?” Her voice squeaked but her brain was conjuring all sorts of scenarios, each one more graphic than the next.

“Survival depends on the control of the Wolf. If he is the pack Alpha, the chance of living through it are much better.”

“Ho-kay. And if he’s just an alpha?” Was Reece Chatham an alpha? Oh, gods. What if he was a beta or worse—an omega! She went still, not even breathing as that thought took root. That would explain everything. An omega was a Wolf. Barely. They had little control over their shifts and were basically…there was no politically correct way to say it. Omegas weren’t all there mentally and were deficient in so many ways—morally, intellectually…

Miz Virgie continued. “Most alphas have enough control over their beasts or they would not be alphas. The Wolf must change during the claiming—”

Claiming? Was that an euphemism for sex?

“He must change enough to mark his bride.”

Celie barked a shaky laugh. What? The guy lifted his leg and peed on the bed?

“This is not a laughing matter, girl. The Wolf must mark his bride with his bite, setting the brand of his teeth in her skin for all to see.”

Whoa! Oh to the hell no! “That is so not gonna happen.” She plunked the cup and saucer on the tray and shoved to her feet. “We’re done, Miz Virgie. I don’t care what my father says, I’m not going through with this farce.”
Yeah…well…Celie is in for a surprise. 😀 What about y’all? Any good words from pages in the books you’re writing or reading?

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: By the Number

  1. Fran Stanton says:

    Oh, I like the way this Celie thinks and reacts. Her comments are a kick in the butt.

    • Silver James says:

      Hi, Fran! Celie is definitely not one to just roll over and do whatever people tell her to do, even though she’s in sort of dire straights at the moment. Plus, she’s in for a real…surprise when she discovers the truth about her soon-to-be mate. 😀 *rubs hands together* … *bwahaha*

  2. Ooo, I cannot wait. I mean, I’ll wait… if I have to… I guess. ;o)

    Okay, you asked for it. Here’s a bit from pg 223 of Fertile Ground. (23 and 123 were too spoilerific.) This is pre-edits, so if there are any mistakes, they’ll be fixed later.

    They were ten minutes down the road before Rick spoke again. Teri tried to say something when they first got in the car, but the steam rolling off her boss shut her mouth before words escaped.
    “Nicki’s disappeared, and she’s taken Gideon with her.”
    “Wait. What? How did you—?”
    “A call rang through to voice mail when I was wrapping up with the crime scene unit. It was my mother. She’s frantic and she wasn’t making much sense, so before you ask, I don’t know anything else.”
    “Wasn’t there supposed to be a squad car parked out front?”
    His hands clenched the steering wheel. “There was one out front. She must’ve slipped out the back. Of all the boneheaded, brainless, irresponsible things for my sister to do, she had to go and pull this one. I should’ve known better than to think one conversation with you would make her do the right thing. Now she’s in the wind, and if she isn’t careful, she’ll end up like Marcy Gleason.”
    “She’s too smart to—”
    “What? Run off without telling anyone? You don’t know her like I do.”
    Teri nodded. “I don’t. And that’s why I think I can see this clearer than you can. I don’t think she’s running. And I think you needed to put an APB out for her ten minutes ago.”


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