Wednesday Words: The Games We Play

It’s Wednesday again. How can that be? I’m soooo confused. My brain feels like a Scrabble board with all the tiles spilled out across it and none of them making words. Good thing that I’m on my A game and I’ve got this whole #1lineWed thing in the bag. Or on the blog as the case may be. Anyway, today’s THEME is **GAME**. I went searching and came across this snippet starring the Russian and his heroine. The Russian’s story is darker and sexier, as are his appetites. He’s even more reticent than the other Wolves, so no telling when he’ll tell me the whole story. In the meantime, we’ll just have to be satisfied with snippets. Like this one. All I’ll say is that this scene takes place in his office above Nightshades, one of the clubs owned by the MC. The rest is fairly self-explanatory. 😉
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She stood before my desk, legs shoulder-width apart, arms folded defiantly across her chest, disguising her plump breasts. Her lips formed a tight line slashing above her chin to connect her cheeks.

“Do you understand why you are here?”

Her nostrils flared and her pupils dilated. I saw each of her reactions, minute and telling.

She would not meet my gaze as she mumbled, “You know why.”

“No, I do not. You must tell me.”

“I want you.”

“You want me to do what?”

She threw up her hands, the odor of her frustration singeing my Wolf senses like a sulfur match flaring in the dark. “I don’t know!”

“You must decide, dorogaya, and tell me. This is a requirement before we go further.”

Gah. Are you trying to play Fifty Shades with me?”

I did not laugh. “This is no game.” I rose. Stalked her. Trapped her against the closed door. “Each time I touch you, your emotions are exposed. You cannot hide them—or yourself—from me so do not try. I see everything, dorogaya. There in your eyes, the raw need. Your body is wet, aching for me.”

She licked her lips, eyes huge as she nodded.

“I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. How much before you let those sensations take control of you. To have you bare and open. To make you feel and not resist.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “That is what I want.”

I had stripped her naked without removing a stitch of her clothing. “Da. There you are. Raw. Unguarded. Now we begin.”
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Anyway, the Russian’s story is several books down the road. I have bits and pieces of it and I can already tell that writing his book is going to wreck me. His character is so wonderfully flawed and complex and his heroine is…not who she thinks she is. Until he teaches her the truth. *bwahahaha* What about y’all? Writers, got any game-y words to share? Readers, what’s your favorite game?

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About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of two award-winning series--Moonstruck and The Penumbra Papers, 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: The Games We Play

  1. Ooo, this one’s gonna be squirmy. I can tell.

    I wish I had something to contribute today. I’m feeling uninspired and uninspiring. I don’t play games much anymore, but I used to love Scrabble (big surprise there, eh?).

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