It’s hard to be green, especially when the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. If your characters are green with envy and acting like the big green monster then today’s #1lineWed theme is for you! In case you haven’t figured it out, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day (last Sunday) and the Spring Equinox (tonight) with it’s super moon, our theme is **GREEN**! I’m sharing a bit from this week’s Wolf of the Week book, ASSASSIN’S MOON. Our heroine, Lennox, “bumps” into our hero, Griffin “Abel” Caine. Sort of. 😉
Lennox Morgan shivered, which was just crazy. The temperature hovered close to sweltering and the humidity plastered her hair to her skin. The panic she always fought when trapped in large crowds smoothed out despite the feeling of someone walking across her grave. She was insane to have come to Rio this time of year but BeBe’s email had been so insistent. She would never understand what drove the woman to do what she did, but Len couldn’t ignore the plea for help.
She edged toward the side of the street looking for a quiet spot where she could regroup. Crowds always freaked her out now, had ever since the car bomb in the Green Zone. Baghdad had been two years ago but the PTSD still hammered her. A couple brushed past, and a sense of familiarity washed over her. He was military—from the way he carried himself and the air of command surrounding him. And he was American. Just that quickly, her nerves settled. If she screamed for help, he—or someone like him—would come. The thought made her laugh. She was being ridiculous about everything, but she felt better, more settled. She’d identified the panic’s trigger, worked through the attack, had a plan, and now she could move on.
As she braced her back against the wall of a building, she watched the sea of humanity surge past. The idea of wading back out there almost made her hyperventilate. Len refused to let that occur. She was a grown woman. She could handle this. The hair rose on her arms and she shivered again. Her trepidation dissipated, replaced by excitement. Maybe she was crazy but she found herself up on tiptoes, leaning away from the wall and straining to see into the crowd.
A man walked by and she gasped, the sense of déja vu so strong she had to grasp onto the wheel of a cart to keep from following him. She’d bumped into him earlier, she realized, but she hadn’t really looked at him. Tall, broad-shouldered, also military. Only he was…different. This man walked surrounded by shadows. She was half-way down the block before she even realized she’d started walking. Dodging around people like a broken-field running back, she strove to keep him in sight. She couldn’t stop herself. There was something about this man—dark, dangerous…hers.
Writers, do you have any green words to share? Readers, are you enjoying a green Spring?
*note: I got distracted last night and forgot I hadn’t finished this post. Oops. My bad. Better late than never, right?