Wednesday Words: A Star is Born

Another Wednesday, another #!lineWed on Twitter, and another snippet based on the theme here. Britt Owens, the heroine of my RDR WIP is a little star-struck, as she visits with new country singing star Zoe Parker and her husband Tucker Tate (of BILLIONAIRE COUNTRY fame) at the regional Emmy Awards gala. I’m going to wish upon a star and hope I get this puppy finished soon.

Zoe did not take offense at her sarcasm. “If those babies are anything like my Nash, you have all my sympathy, Britt.” The woman glanced up at Tucker, eyes dancing with mischief. “And I just wanted to tell you that I’ve seen your documentary. We don’t get so much wild weather in Tennessee so I surely do admire the work you do, Britt. Crossin’ m’fingers that you win tonight.” She slipped her hand through her husband’s arm.

Something inside Britt twisted just a little at the look on Tucker’s face as he gazed down at his wife, his expression both amused and indulgent. “What Zoe is too reticent—”

“Honey, there’s not a reticent bone in my body, and you know it. What I’m leadin’ up to is I would dearly love to ride along with you when you go storm chasin’. I know Coop won that prize at the benefit last November. I asked him to let me do it and he flat out said no. So…” Zoe batted long lashes at Britt, who wanted to laugh.

She pretended to consider the idea, one arm resting on her belly, hand cupping the opposite elbow, while tapping her cheek with one finger in the classic I’m-thinking-about-it gesture. Britt had all but forgotten about that stupid silent auction. Cooper hadn’t pressed things and she now realized he was keeping it as a back-up plan or something. Still, taking a singing star on a chase would bring lots of publicity and she had a secret fan-girl crush on Zoe. She’d downloaded the singer’s album the first day it was available.

“Well…if you promise to sing to me, and give me an autograph, I bet we can work something out.”

Zoe squealed and bounced up and down. That’s when Britt realized the woman wore cowboy boots with her obviously expensive designer gown. Zoe looked like the girl next door with her long brown hair and big brown eyes. The dress? It was pure red carpet. Flounced in front, long in back, some decolletage showing beneath the coppery sheer fabric and fabulous boots as shiny as brand-new copper pennies, she looked like she was ready to accept an award at the CMAs. The thought hit her that if she married Cooper, Zoe would be her sister-in-law. And Deacon Tate, the country music mega-star, would be her brother-in-law. She started to hyperventilate. These people were so out of her league.
Writers, do you have star-crossed lovers, falling stars, or perhaps one of your characters has stars in her eyes? Share your starry words if you’ve a mind to. Readers, wish upon a star and tell me which romantic hero you’d like to watch the stars with?


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: A Star is Born

  1. SQUEE! Can’t wait to read this one!

    I am as starless as a stormy night over here. But now that I think about it, I do have a fan that Jeni has to deal with who’s more than a little starstruck (even if I don’t use the word):

    “Oh. My. God. It’s Jeni Braxxon!”
    I heard what I thought was a teenage girl shrieking my name before I could duck away and avoid it. One of the downsides of being on billboards plastered all over was the lack of anonymity. I mean, when I looked like myself. On the upside, it meant it was late enough in the day to actually be recognizable.
    Cringing inside, I turned toward my fan. He was wearing a pink shirt and lime green shorts, with a definite messy swoop to his hair, the one popularized by the Canadian dipstick with more mouth than brains. And this fan had to be pushing forty. He squealed again, approaching sounds that should only be made by dolphins during mating season.
    “I can’t believe it’s really you!” He rushed up and grabbed one of my hands before I could stop him. “I have every magazine you’ve ever been in.”
    He reached into his pocket and I was sure I was about to become the next dead celebrity, killed by a stalker fan who loved me so much he needed to stab me repeatedly. When he pulled out a permanent marker, I was slightly relieved. Then he said, “Will you sign my chest?”
    At which point, he forced the pen into my hands and started to undo the buttons.
    Oh, hell, no, I thought while my brain scrambled to get out of this situation. “Hold it right there, bud.”
    He froze mid-button. Even his hair stopped gracefully fluffling in the wind.

  2. Country girl has to have her cowboy boots 😉
    Those two storm chaseing, mother nature won’t stand a chance. =)
    Happy Hump Day.
    Happy early 4th of July! We’re closed tomorrow and I took off Friday, so did 3/4 of the other peeps I work with??? My Boss wasnt paying attention. The guys said it will be dead, they may have just jinx them.
    Have a happy and safe holiday!

    • Silver James says:

      Lots of people are making it a 4-day weekend! Enjoy the time off. Hope the guys didn’t jinx themselves. 😆

      And yeah, Zoe and Britt running amok around the countryside could be a sight to see. 😉

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