Wednesday Words: Chaos…in Pink

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupAnother week, another Hump Day. And we all know what that means, right? Yup, it’s #1lineWed over on Twitter. Today’s theme is **CHAOS**. I didn’t have any of that in the MS I just finished–and sent on time to my editor in NYC!–but when I went looking through my files of WIPs, I came across this tidbit from a future Nightrider book. Warning, this is in the Nightrider’s POV so NSFW. As a set up, the heroine is headed home after a wedding and hasn’t changed out of her bridesmaid dress. She stops for snacks for the drive and…

WIZARD
Filling the tank on my Harley, I watched the red VW convertible pull in and park. The ride looked brand new. If it stayed in our neighborhood, it wouldn’t look that way for long. The door opened to an explosion of pink. Like bright, fug-ugly pink. In the midst of that chaos, I also caught sight of a foot in killer heels, along with an ankle and a calf that were just as killer. My dick twitched.

I topped off the tank, hung the nozzle and waited for my receipt, figuring I might need to head inside to snag a six pack. Or to fuck that pink shit until the woman wrapped up in it screamed my name. She didn’t look very tall, despite the big hair and four-inch heels and she had curves. Real curves. My palms itched to cup that sweet ass—or what I imagined to be a sweet ass under all that pink crap.

Sitting on my bike, I waited. She didn’t come out. Then I heard gunfire. Fuck!

I didn’t think, I reacted. I hit the entrance about a second later doin’ my damnedest to leash my wolf. Pushing the door open so hard it slammed against the shelves behind it and cracked, I waded in. The air was filled with the scent of rust, scorched hair, and ammonia. Blood, panic, and fear. The clerk was down, bleeding out from a chest wound. Two customers, a man and a woman, were taking beat downs from two thugs. The third had Pretty in Pink. She was fighting like a wild cat despite the gun he held to her head.

And that’s when I lost my shit.
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Yeah, I’ll give you three guesses who wins this round…and the first two don’t count! 😆 What about y’all? Any chaos in your lives or your writing?

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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: Chaos…in Pink

  1. Wow. That was some slice of awesome there. More!

    I don’t have anything chaotic to offer you this morning. I’m burnt to a crispy writer this morning. But I did get ‘er done and off to the most awesome Janet the Editor last night, so it’s all good, baby. Now, to jump into serial crimes or genies… or something totally different… =o)

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