Wednesday Words: Working Girl

Double Trouble KW Logo FinalI’m slow doing the #1lineWed prompt today, which is “WORK” but better late than never, right? And I’m not doing it officially because it’s supposed to come from a WIP. Today’s snippet is from the my newest release, BAREFOOT BAY: DOUBLE TROUBLE. This a “getting to know you” scene between Nick and Peni.

Will you tell me what’s going on?”

She blanched and stepped back. She reminded him of the stray dog that hung around Bagram Air Force Base in Khandahar. The animal had been beaten and starved before it appeared at the PJs’ HQ. Dom spent weeks making friends by leaving scraps and just sitting nearby. Eventually, the dog accepted that they meant him no harm and Scruff became the unit’s mascot. This extreme patience came from the space deep inside that he’d cultivated in response to certain interests he occasionally enjoyed when the right partner came along.

Moderating his voice, he glanced toward a second barstool. “Will you sit down? I’ll get you something to drink and we can talk. Okay?”

Dom backed up, and keeping the breakfast bar between them to ease the girl’s nerves, he headed to the fridge. Like that stray, she crept over to the stool and eased up on it. “How about some orange juice?” At her nod, he pulled a glass carafe from the top shelf, found a glass and filled it. He slid the juice toward her but stayed on the kitchen side of the bar.

“The man who’s hunting you—”

“Mr. Vasile.” She spat the name like it tasted bitter.

Gabe had been right. Now Dom needed to know why she was on the run, and how she’d gotten involved. She had a slight accent—one that came out at odd times. Was she an American? Or had this Vasile asshole brought her into the country on a guest work visa or some sort of bullshit like that. He reached for patience and schooled his voice to sound concerned but noncommittal. “Will you tell me why you’re running?”

“The story’s a long one.”

He offered his charming smile, the one with the dimple as he leaned back against the counter and crossed his ankles. “They usually are. And I seem to have a lot of time to listen at the moment.”

And yeah, you can dash over the Amazon by CLICKING HERE to grab a copy. The book’s gotten a 5-star review that had me grinning like a loon while sniffling. That’s the sales pitch. Now it’s your turn. Pitch me some words about “work.”

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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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: Working Girl

  1. Not sure where I was yesterday. La la land? I didn’t read today’s snippet because the book is next up on my Kindle, and I don’t want to spoil it. I’m sure it’s awesome, though.

    Psst…. your CLICK HERE thing isn’t clickable.

    Here’s a ‘WORK’ snippet from Up Wish Creek…

    Finally, it made a bit more sense. Amun and his merry band of shitheads had scattered genies around the world like prizes in a djinn treasure hunt. All of them waiting for me to show up so they could snatch me or kill me or whatever.
    When that plan had taken too long, they sent the Nubian Princess, Abrihet, into the game. And killed her for her troubles.
    But that meant all of the prizes still waited for me to find them and bring them home…
    Unless some unsuspecting mortal stumbled across them first. Well, crap.
    Chances were those other genies would go untouched for the time being, but I couldn’t take that risk. Pulling more information out of Amun would have to wait. I had a job to do.
    And since my job for the last forty-ish years had been finding and rescuing genies from mankind’s three little wishes, it was time I got back to work.

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