Wednesday Words: Open Mic

Once again, Hump Day (aka Wednesday) has arrived and with it a new #1lineWed theme. Today’s is **OPEN**. So…being open to posting something with the word or idea of **OPEN**, I went searching and found this snippet, jotted down as an ideal. The Hero and Heroine are open. The book it belongs in is open. So I’m hitting openness on all cylinders. 😆 I can’t give you much background other than the Wolf is likely either a Nightrider or one of the Mob Wolves. 😉

“You can’t be here.”

He glanced around, insolent and nonchalant. “Yeah? Who says?”

“I say. This is the ladies’ room.”

A grin so totally full of the devil I wondered if I needed to hit the church around the corner for confession spread across his face. I braced for his comeback.

“I don’t see no ladies.”

Seriously? Before I could express my opinion, his arm snaked out, snagged my arm, reeled me in. He bent his head and I pushed against his chest, only to discover how far he was leaning down and how hot and hard his body felt beneath my palms. His lips hovered just over mine. “You ain’t no lady, sweetheart. You’re a woman through and through.”

I didn’t know how to take that and he didn’t give me time to consider it as his mouth fastened on mine. His hand cupped my butt, pressed it against his erection and I discovered he was right. I definitely didn’t feel very ladylike at the moment.

The door opened on the sound of giggles. Busted—not that this was my idea and I had no reason to be embarrassed. The giggles turned to serious and delighted sighs as the society girls got a load of the guy hulking over me. Then they caught sight of me.

“Slut,” one of them sniffed, all moral superiority.

“Takes one to know,” I muttered and he laughed.

“I do like you, sweetheart.” He pulled me out into the club. “We’ll finish this in private.”
Open up your WIP, open up your imagination, and share openly your open lines. 😉

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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4 Responses to Wednesday Words: Open Mic

  1. Heh. Good one.

    Here’s a bit from Wish Hits the Fan…

    The next drawer was wished open and a greasy-haired girl of about sixteen appeared, screaming obscenities at me. “Got a live one,” I said.
    Her power pulsed to no avail.
    “Sit down and shut up,” I told her. She shut up, but apparently my inoffensive wish must’ve thought forcing her to sit down constituted an offensive maneuver. I wouldn’t have cared one way or another, but she took the opportunity to sucker punch me. Offensive wishes were off-limits, but actual physical, non-magic attacks were perfectly kosher.
    Well, not exactly kosher, but not out of bounds. The parameters of the wish had helped me before and I hadn’t seen any reason to change them. Just as well. I needed to vent some frustrations on a deserving asshole. And she’d volunteered.
    “Oh, no, you didn’t,” I said when I could feel my jaw again. I gave her some payback in kind, knocking her to the floor. She promptly curled up in a ball and cried. I guess she thought she could get away with attacking me and not have me give as good as I got. Wrong.
    I nudged her with the toe of my boot. “Ready to play nice?”
    The pout in her tone reminded me of a child much younger than this girl looked. Then I reminded myself that no matter how young she looked, she could be centuries older than I was. Sniffing the air, I tested the theory. Nope. Her powers smelled as new as a baby’s butt.

  2. Kat says:

    I so enjoy your daily thoughts

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