Wednesday Words: Branching Out

crash-n-burn-finalkw-1kToday’s theme for #1lineWed is brought to you by the letters K-O-D, which of course stands for Kiss of Death. I’m going out on a limb because I can’t see the forest for the trees and everyone leaves before getting to the good part. No, I haven’t had enough coffee yet. Why do you ask? As you may have guessed the inspiration words are **TREES, LIMBS, LEAVES, BRANCHES**. Y’all are in luck today. With CRASH & BURN releasing tomorrow–still no buy link yet–I thought I’d share this snippet. This scene takes place the morning after Derek and Kit’s first meeting.
“Get them done. I’ll drive you to the command center. You can deliver them all and then I’ll take you home.”

She sighed again. “Oh…kay.” Kit caught herself leaning closer to him, her eyes closing. She jerked upright. “Wait. No. Not okay. I have to take my vehicle home. I need it in case I get a call out. I don’t need you to take me home. I’m not some helpless damsel in distress. I’m mmphff.”

He shut her up by kissing her. And he dodged when she swung her fist at his jaw. He caught up both her hands, twisted her around and gathered her back against his chest. He buried his nose in the soft spot behind her ear, inhaling deeply. He could almost hear the crunch of fallen leaves beneath his feet, feel the warmth of the sun on his face, and smell the evergreen trees on an autumn day. Gods but he loved the way she smelled.

“Get the drives done, darlin’. I’ll run you out to the site then bring you back to get your vehicle. I’ll follow you home then take you out to dinner.”

She struggled for a brief moment then stilled. “Are you sniffing me? Ewww. That’s just…gross. I know I haven’t had a shower in like 48 hours but you don’t have to—”

He spun her around to face him, like one of those fancy ballroom dance moves, and his mouth descended to cover hers again. Holy cow but the man could kiss. Kit did her best to remain focused. And mad. But how the heck was a woman supposed to stay angry at a man who curled her toes? Logic. She needed to apply cold, hard logic. Then she pictured him naked. Her brain broke.

Kit kissed him back. The aroma of baking cinnamon rolls wafted over her natural scent. She wanted him. If he’d been a dancing man, he would be doing the tango. But he was a Wolf. He was too busy planning ways to claim his mate.
So, those are my words for today. What about y’all? Any tree-mendous words to share?

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: Branching Out

  1. I’ll wait to read the whole thing. But… SQUEE!

    Here’s mine… Dennis has just arrived at the site of a grisly discovery and is speaking with a witness of sorts.

    “We also do survival training. Jeremy’s first day isn’t going so well.” Her face twisted into a grimace he suspected meant Jeremy’s first day would probably be his last. “We were coming along the trail when I thought I saw an opportunity for teaching him the difference between edible chanterelles and poisonous jack o’ lanterns.”
    “Mushrooms. We were looking for mushrooms. There are some growing in the ravine. Not this kind, of course, but something similar.” She pointed toward the base of a nearby tree, but Dennis couldn’t see anything that looked like any mushroom he’d ever seen. “After I explained the differences between the two species, I sent him one way and I went the other—looking for mushrooms. About ten minutes later, I heard a scream.”
    Mr. Groen stepped between the two of them. “I didn’t scream.”
    She rolled her eyes and motioned him aside. Once he’d moved, she resumed. “Anyway, I heard my client in distress and when I got to where he was, I saw what appeared to be the remnants of a cougar attack.”

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