Wednesday Words: A New Hope

I hope everyone is having a perfectly hopeful Hump Day because as you know, hope springs eternal, there’s a new hope in Star Wars and…okay. I’ll stop now. In case I haven’t hammered it home yet, today’s #1lineWed theme is **HOPE**.

Today, mine are from the rough draft of Red Dirt Royalty #8, as yet unnamed, which is Tucker’s story. Tucker is in eastern Tennessee looking at some new talent for Bent Star Records. Here’s hoping he knows what he’s in for. 😉

Jerking the wheel, Tucker cursed and fought gravity but kept the T-bird between the lines. He blinked at the car that passed then pulled away from him. Was that a Trans Am? He laughed out loud. It was. It was a freaking Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am. Covered in paper flowers and trailing beers cans. Good grief. Then something white and filmy flew up through the open T-tops on the Trans Am. He watched, fascinated, as the backwash from the car sent the thing soaring. Tucker slowed and downshifted, paying more attention to the material sailing toward him than he was the road.

A truck hit its air horn, and for the second time, Tucker jerked his car back into the correct lane—just in time for the white material to snag on his radio antenna. He slowed further, reached over, and grabbed the lacy thing. It wasn’t until he had it in his hand that he realized it was a wedding veil. Complete with a sparkling, plastic tiara. Yeah, that gathering had definitely been a wedding and evidently the newlyweds were in a real hurry. He accelerated back to the speed limit and wondered if the groom had the bride in his lap while he was driving, then hoped they wouldn’t wreck.

Twenty minutes later, he spotted a cloud of smoke just over the crest of a hill. Crap. He hoped his wayward thoughts hadn’t jinxed the couple. Tucker slowed down as he hit the top. Halfway down, the Trans Am was pulled off to the side of the road. Oily black smoke poured from the exhaust pipes but he didn’t see any flames. The thing had probably blown its engine. As he edged his car closer, he caught sight of a woman wearing a white dress. She had the frothy skirt hiked up around her thighs as she kicked the car with her white western boots. She glanced up—briefly—then went back to kicking.

Tucker pulled over and parked in front of the Trans Am—out of the choking smoke. He looked around for the groom, but it appeared the bride was alone. Curious. He got out and as her curses washed over him, he approached with a bit of trepidation. Apparently, the woman was not happy with the entire male gender. Taking his life and manhood in his hands, he stopped out of kicking distance.
Go forth, find and share your hopeful words.

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: A New Hope

  1. :gigglesnort: Fun snippet! I can’t wait!

    Here’s one from WHTF where Jo hopes Basil won’t discover the identity of the next Efreet in line to be interrogated. Like that was even possible…

    I didn’t want to tell Basil who I suspected our final contestant was. If he knew, he’d want to stay. She’d screwed him over almost as badly as she had me. He’d trusted her, too. Enough so he’d done some therapy sessions with her himself. Add in the fact that she was the reason he’d been made into a slave again rather than the free djinn he’d been since I rescued him.
    Of course, if she had her way, we’d all be slaves again, this time tied to Efreet Masters instead of human ones. And if I had to listen to her monologue about the wonders of life under Efreet rule, I’d stab myself to death with a spork.
    “Out with it, Jo.” He drew a deep breath in through his nostrils and put a little wishly oomph behind it. “Well, sunvubitch.”
    Okay, well, keeping it from him indefinitely had been a fool’s hope anyway.
    “That’s what I said.”
    “And you wanted me to bugger off? You’re out of your everlovin’ mind if you think I’m going to up and let you ‘ave all the fun. I want first crack at ‘er.” As punctuation, he cracked his knuckles so hard I thought he was breaking his own fingers.

    • Silver James says:

      BASIL! Oh, Lordy, I do love that djinn! He needs a couple of “bloody”s and “bleedin’ ‘ell”s sprinkled in there. 😉 Sooo looking forward to this one. #TeamJo

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