Another week halfway done, another #1lineWed theme to use for inspiration or to find in our WIPs. 😉 Today’s theme is **ALONE, LONELY**. When writing romance, there has to come a time when these feelings hit and hit hard. Smoke, the hero in the upcoming NIGHT FIRE, has hit his limit.
I straddled my bike, kicked it into gear. I had to get away. The Nightriders had attorneys with big retainers. They’d see to those bogus arson charges. They always did, even the ones I was guilty of. No, I wasn’t running from that. Fuck. I wasn’t running at all. I was riding. Heading out into the night where I belonged.
On the road. Sayonara, baby. The bitch turned on me. And I was the biggest gawddamned fool on the planet to have believed we could make something together. Ha. The arson investigator and the arsonist. At best it was a bad B movie. At worst?
At worst, it was just exactly what had happened. She didn’t believe me. Didn’t believe in me. I was fire. She was water. Only she wasn’t. She should have quenched my heat, but she was the fire, lighting me up, burning through my blood. She lit up my darkness when she should have just faded into it.
I hit the highway doing eighty. The wind’s fingers twisted in my hair, not like the lover she had always been, but like the whore she could be on a cold night on a lonely stretch of of road. A more philosophical man might wax on about the symbolism of the empty road. Me? I’d always been a lone wolf. By definition, I was alone. And who the hell had time to be lonely? Not me. Fuck no, not me.
My heart burned in my chest—not with heat but with a frigid intensity that left my whole body numb. I didn’t know where I was going. Didn’t care as long as it was away from her. From Leigh. I should never have stopped. Never turned around to go back for her that godforsaken morning.
So, how are your characters? Are they currently alone? Lonely? Share your words with us!