Hello, Wednesday, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again… Ten points to anyone who gets that. 😉 So…time for #1lineWed again and today’s “prompt” is a choice of a line/snippet from page 8, 31, 20, or 16. Your pick. I’m editing/revising BLOOD & FIRE so here’s a snippet from page 8 (approximately). Here’s the short blurb for this Kindle World novella:
A Wolf shifter gone rogue…
A Dallas Fire & Rescue EMT who happens to be a pack princess…
A Blood Moon mating…
Surviving pack politics threatening to set the town on fire and a Blood Moon challenge to get their happy ever after? What could possibly go wrong?
And here’s the snippet!
Rhys almost tripped over his feet when a scent slammed into him. Lemon. With a hint of cinnamon. What the hell? He ducked behind a rack filled with tee shirts, pretending to look for his size. The intriguing aroma had his wolf sitting up and drooling like some big ol’ dog. Something akin to recognition trailed across his senses.
“What the hell?” He muttered the words out loud this time.
He’d only pulled into the truck stop to top off his gas tank and grab a burger—or three. Wolf metabolism chewed through protein like termites on a dead tree. He’d polished off five burgers, a couple of large orders of fries and slurped down a giant chocolate shake. Headed to fill up his travel cup with coffee, he’d run into a damn wall—figuratively anyway.
Lemon and cinnamon? What was up with that? He checked the deli counter. Nope. No muffins, cookies, or anything that exuded that combination. His wolf wanted to hunt. He called his other half to heel. He didn’t have time. He had a date with a Wolf pack and he had to be in place before dawn or his ass wouldn’t make it back from Fleetwood.
He filled his thermal mug, snagged some bottles of water and paid out. Whatever the scent was, he’d have to solve the mystery another day. And solve it he would. Even if it meant he came back here and haunted the truck stop until he caught that aroma again so he could track it to its source. Oh, yeah. Tracking down who or what exuded a scent that turned his dick so hard he could barely sit down? Damn straight he would find it.
As you can guess, Fate has it in for our intrepid bounty hunter, Rhys, and EMT Celie. 😉
What about y’all? Any words to share today?