Wednesday Words: Crossing Lines

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupToday’s #1lineWed prompt is…LINE. Have your characters crossed a line? Drawn a line? Did they say a line, write a line, do a line dance? Well, Dominic “Dom” Karras, the bad-boy pilot on my Hard Target team knows all about lines–pickup lines included. Dom’s story is a cross-over novella with Rocki St. Claire’s Barefoot Bay Kindle World. If you’ve read her Guardian Angelinos or Barefoot Undercover series, you’ll recognize two of the secondary characters. But back to Dom… In today’s snippet, he’s drawn his line in the sand…
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“Is she hurt?” The man Dom figured out was Rossi’s grandfather peered down at him.

He’d kept the woman’s head from slamming against the granite coffee table as she fainted and now he held her cradled in his lap as he settled against the cushions of the couch. Dom ran his fingers through her hair, checking her skull for bumps. None. He glanced between the two men. ““Don’t think so but what the fu—”

“Babies,” Uncle Nino barked. “No bad language. From either of you.”

Seriously? Like they even understood speech at this age? Whatever age this was. His fingers tangled in the woman’s hair and he gently extracted them. Her hair was soft but smelled like plain soap. Nothing fancy for her. Her dress was a shapeless cotton thing that only hinted at the curves he was fast becoming acquainted with. Her sweet ass molded against his groin like she’d been tailor-made to fit. Her figure was…fucking perfect. Full breasts—not huge but enough to fill his palms. A gentle curve from waist to hips, which his hand was stroking even now.

Staring at Gabe, Dom waited for an explanation. He got a quick run-down while Uncle Nino interjected points he considered to be salient—like the lack of diapers and other accoutrements babies evidently needed. What the fuck did Dom know? He was an only child and had made damn sure that he never made any of his own. Uncle Nino handled his baby like a pro. Rossi? Dom hid a grin. Rossi looked like he was holding a IED about to explode.

Yeah, when it came to holding babes, Dom got the best of this deal. Still, the fact someone tried to kidnap one of the babies and this woman seemed both destitute and terrified? Yeah, that pissed him off. He wasn’t necessarily a white hat, but a man didn’t disrespect women like that. And they damn sure took care of any “oops” when they fucked up the fucking. That was his line in the sand.
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So what about y’all? Any one-liners you want to share? 😉

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About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of two award-winning series--Moonstruck and The Penumbra Papers, Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: Crossing Lines

  1. Oooooo. I can’t wait for this one!

    Here’s a taste of Up Wish Creek where the Efreet have crossed a line and show what happens when you wish people back from the dead…

    As the groan sounded again, it echoed off the opposite wall once and stopped. Not an echo. Shit.
    Turning my head from one side of the basement to the other, I remembered Tryg’s face as he told me what happened when you wish people back from the dead. They don’t come back all the way. Ever. They come back as mobile corpses. Or basically, they’re the reason humankind has stories about zombies. Screw voodoo—the Efreet did it.
    And Amun had done it again.
    Reaching inside myself, I tallied my remaining energy and cursed my laziness for all the little stupid wishes I’d used lately. I tried opening myself to the random floating energies genies and Efreet leave behind, but either I wasn’t pissed enough or Amun hadn’t left any behind when he was creating his surprise for me.
    “Baz?” I said into my shoulder. Silence. “Basil, gods damn it. Where the hell are you?”
    “Sorry, Jo, I stepped away. What’s wrong?”
    “Zombies. Get me the hell out of here or send backup.”

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