Wednesday Words: Jump and shout

It’s Wednesday so time for another snippet from the ol’ WIP. Today’s #1lineWed theme could make a writer JUMP for joy, JUMP off a cliff, or JUMP and shout.

To set the scene a little, Shy has shown up at the Nightriders’ clubhouse to confront Gravedigger. Except she doesn’t know who Gravedigger is, exactly. He’s switched cuts with one of the brothers until they figure out what she’s doing. There’s some NSFW stuff at the beginning that I left out. And there’s language. But who’re we kidding? It’s me. There’s ALWAYS language! 😆
… I searched for his name patch. Domino.

He was tall enough I had to tip my head back to look at his face since we were standing so close. A brick wall. That’s what he reminded me off. A brick wall that I could shelter behind. His brown eyes were framed by the most incredibly long black lashes. And they were intense as they stared at me. Sharp. Assessing. Assassin’s eyes. Scary as hell.

I was terrified and turned on and that was so messed up I couldn’t wrap my head around it. This guy—Domino—was one of the bad guys. The enemy. Who’d walked up behind me in the dark, shoved his hands down the front of my jeans and sent me straight to heaven. Christ but I was so screwed. And I needed to get out of there before I did something stupid like jump on him, wrap my legs around his waist and hump that hard-on pressing against the buttons of his fly.

Backing up, I bumped something solid. Strong hands gripped me. I jerked away, pivoted and swung. I knew how to make a fist. Hell, I’d participated in a few bar brawls. I barely glimpsed the guy as his hand flashed and wrapped around my fist. It stopped my momentum cold and jarred my arm all the way to my shoulder. Ow. That was gonna hurt like a sonavabitch tomorrow. The guy who’d snuck up behind me wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were glued to tall, dark and scary sexy. I glanced over my shoulder and stopped breathing.

Domino’s eyes promised death. And not mine. The guy whose fingers still wrapped around my fist was staring at him, not me. Movement flickered in the corner of my eye. Gravedigger was shrugging out of his cut and moving toward our little frozen tableau. He held out the black leather vest to Domino, who stripped off his vest. The two of them put the exchanged cuts back on, but Domino’s eyes never lost mine. My eyes didn’t lose him either.

I was confused and then the other shoe dropped. This was Gravedigger. Not the other guy—Domino, or whoever. They’d traded vests to confuse me. Why? Did they know who I was? Who I really was?

The hand immobilizing my fist dropped away and the guy said, “Get your shit together. You need to deal with this, Digger.”

I didn’t move for almost a minute, my arm frozen in mid-swing. Then my hand dropped to my side, fingers twitching with the need to reach for the knife in my boot.

The man whose voice haunted my nightmares spoke. “We need to talk.”
And I really hope I haven’t shared this snippet before because…my brain looks suspiciously like Swiss cheese. If I have, tough. Enjoy the reread. If I haven’t, I hope you still enjoy it. If you have some JUMPY words to share, awesome. If not, no biggy. It’s not like I’ll make you JUMP through hoops or anything. 😉

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: Jump and shout

  1. Oooooo. Good one!

    I looked at Sleeping Ugly and then at SU2. The only jumps I can find are either filled with expletives or filled with spoilers.

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