Wednesday Words: Luck of the Irish

Happy almost St. Patrick’s Day, which makes today’s #1lineWed prompt rather fitting. The theme is **LUCK**. In today’s snippet, our hero Riley O’Brien is of obvious Irish descent. The former Navy SEAL doesn’t rely on the leprechauns for his luck. He depends only on himself. To set things up, Riley and Taylor are marooned on what they believe is an uninhabited island in the Gulf of Mexico. Except it’s not. *BWAHAHAHAHA* They’ve just been shot at and are headed into the jungle to hide. Only Riley doesn’t plan on hiding. He’s just ordered Taylor to keep moving… 😉

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Taylor was too stunned to do much of anything but turn and stumble away as Riley headed back the way they’d come. Her mind whirled. Had the men who attacked the Gulf Trident found them? How was that even possible? But there were men with guns. And Riley was going back to confront them. She stopped. Hesitated. He couldn’t face all those men alone. But what could she do? Except create a distraction and get in the ex-SEAL’s way.

Former SEAL, she thought. O’Brien had quickly disabused her of term “ex” at some point during their swim. Taylor still wasn’t quite sure why the distinction but as it seemed to be a matter of honor on Riley’s part—no, not Riley, O’Brien. She had to remember that he was her employee. Except she didn’t feel very much in charge at the moment and knew all the way down to the marrow of her bones that she wouldn’t be standing here if Riley O’Brien had been any other man.

He’d told her to stick to the trail and that’s what she would do. Getting lost and thrashing about in the jungle was not an option. She would only draw the attention of those other men and she was fairly certain that Riley would be able to find her anywhere. That thought settled her nerves and she studied the ground. There did seem to be a faint trail. Treading carefully, and glancing up from time to time to check what was in front of her, she headed deeper into the overgrowth, noticing that the land was beginning to rise.

Riley waited, hidden from Taylor’s sight, until she started forward. Good. Now it was time to deal with those who were thrashing through the jungle behind them. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and shifted. He would hunt them on four legs. Why waste ammunition when he could take them out up close and personal with teeth and claws.

And if those guys were unlucky, he’d take them all out so he and Taylor could use their fast boat to make the trip to the Yucatan peninsula. With any luck at all, the two of them would survive this. He bared his fangs in a wolfish grin. Time to go make his own luck.
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And yes. I intentionally overused the word in that last paragraph. 😆 What about y’all? Are you lucky at cards, unlucky at love? Believe in the luck of the draw? If it weren’t for bad luck, you wouldn’t have any luck at all? Share your lucky words with us!

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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: Luck of the Irish

  1. Another fine Wednesday morning snippet! Yay!

    I pulled a quick snip with the word lucky in it. I’ll leave it here and let you wonder…

    As Omar and I touched down in the parking lot of Mayweather Antiquities, I wondered if what we were seeing was the old glamour I’d put in place after I’d purposefully imploded the place. I hoped Basil had repaired all the damage and everything old was new again. Drawing in a deep breath I stepped forward until I felt the tingle pass over my skin.
    Lucky for me, it was the tingle of walking through the building’s magical security and not through my veil. The old place appeared to be exactly as it always had been. The only difference was it smelled more of my partner’s magic than my own. I could live with that. After all, he was half owner.
    I marched through the front doors. The same plants stood in the lobby. The reception desk appeared just as before.
    With one exception.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked the man occupying the seat Renee had made her own.

    • Silver James says:

      OMG!!!!! I think I know who’s sitting in Renee’s chair but I’ll just have to wait to find out if I’m sure!!! *crosses fingers* Fun snippet and says a lot about the state of things in Jo’s world at that moment. 😀 Yay! Still can’t wait for this one!

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