Wednesday Words: Take the Challenge

Do you know what day it is? Of course you do! It’s Wednesday and that means the #1lineWed CHALLENGE over on Twitter. Will you take the CHALLENGE and share some CHALENGING words from your WIP? I’m in the middle of so many different projects that I reached back to an open WIP–the Russian’s book. This is one of those puzzle-piece scenes that Iffy and I sometimes write. I don’t know what led up to this, but I know what happens after.

At the moment, Russki’s woman’s name is Grace. That’s subject to change. This is the moment she accepts what’s happening…

This would be a long, uncomfortable ride—one I didn’t want to embark on—but I had no choice. My lungs seized, much like they had in middle school when I contracted pneumonia and had to spend a week in the hospital. Just thinking about breathing hurt. Again, I had no choice. I inhaled and his scent filled the ache in my chest. I had no words to describe it—untamed, ferocious, willful. Pale words in the face of the reality that was the Russian. My brain couldn’t separate his scent into components I could identify. Normal men smelled like pine woods or salty sea or whatever pretend scents were in their cologne.

This man smelled like…life. Full. Rich. Spicy. He smelled of leather and sex and the wind in autumn and it took every ounce of my self-control not to sink to my knees in front of him, bow my head, and pray he would accept my sacrifice.

I was a smart woman. Allegedly. And a strong one. I had my JD and practiced law. I stood up to chauvinists within the system, to brutal soon-to-be-ex husbands, to the criminals I defended when they crossed the line. Such was life as a Legal Aid lawyer. I didn’t get to choose my clients.

I didn’t get to choose him, either. This man overwhelmed. Tall, broad, muscular—the ripples of his abs visible through his tee shirt—and he simply took over everything. He walked into a room and men dropped their eyes, afraid to challenge him. Women swarmed to him, that primeval urge to mate with the strongest male rampant in their hormones.

Locking my knees, I raised my chin. Resistance would be futile in the end, but I had to attempt to stand up for myself, to not be bowled over by the sheer force of this man.


His hand cupping my cheek silenced what I was about to say. The tenderness of his touch, in his expression, undid me, and I lost the words again. I gazed into his eyes, caught for a heartbeat. Two. A hundred, before they shuttered, but I saw.

I looked at the others. Tough men. And violent. I saw the scars that they hid from the world. Each and every one. For one brief moment, their souls were laid bare, those scars ten times worse than any normal human being could survive. What monsters lived in the shadows of their world that would put such stains on their psyches? Could I face those horrors and survive?

Volk vsegda zashchishchayet svoyu kotenka.” Sergei murmured the words in his native Russian. I looked at him helplessly, unable to translate.

“The Wolf always protects his kitten.”

I knew then. I did have a choice. I could accept this man, with all his scars, or I could walk away. But no matter what I did, where I went, he would be there in my shadows. Guarding. Protecting. I took his hand, nodded.

“We ride.”
So, will you take a ride and join the challenge? Writers, share your character’s challenge. Readers, what do you think happened right before this scene?


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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6 Responses to Wednesday Words: Take the Challenge

  1. Damn, I cant wait for his story, I know it will be intense just by who and what he is.
    And I know several other little characters will have a big impact *wink*
    I laugh I’m around a friend that riders and part of a group.
    Have a great day, enjoy the cool weather!

    • Silver James says:

      Those friends need to read my books! 😉 Woke up to morning temps of 48 degrees. Glad I closed most of the windows last night! I’m actually wearing my Harley-Davidson pullover this morning instead of just a tank top. 😆

      Have an awesome day, Kimber! ❤

  2. Denise Zlater says:

    Love the snippet….can’t wait for the book now.

  3. Ooo, I love the Russian! Thanks for sharing him yesterday. (I thought I commented yesterday, but brainfart.)

    No challenging words from me today. The well has been pretty dry lately. Maybe once I get my edits back and hammered out, it’ll refill.

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