When I discovered this week’s #1lineWed prompt, I was really tempted to pull something from one of my books. CRASH AND BURN is a good one but then I realized that I had the theme in my current WIP, NIGHT WISH. And since I’m trying to tease y’all into getting excited about reading it this fall, I figured I give you a totally new–and first draft–snippet. The scene is mostly self-explanatory.
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Jen
I knew he was too good to be true. Wiz was…well…everything. Handsome. Rugged. Sexy. Funny. All male. Did I mention sexy? And never to be mine. Because I was none of those things. Okay, none of those things in the female version. I was plain—unless I spent way too much time on hair and makeup. Wimpy and out of shape. I’d never be anyone’s idea of a pin-up girl.
Did I mention dull? That’s another word often used to describe me. Definitely not sexy or hot. I knew this was a train wreck waiting to happen and that train not only derailed, it plowed right through the station.

“Babe?”

Looking up, I discovered Wiz standing about four feet away, watching me in that intently focused way that made me feel like we were prey and predator. He still wore that other woman’s lipstick on his mouth and neck. I lifted my chin. I might not be a skinny-ass size zero but I had my pride.

“Jen, it’s not what you think.” Wiz reached for me but I backed away.

“Maybe I would have believed you, but you didn’t even take the time to wipe away the evidence.”

His lids hooded his eyes, but for a moment, I swore I caught a flash of feral red in them before he shuttered his expression.
“I’m an idiot,” I admitted, my heart crashing to earth and burning up in flames of embarrassment. How could I be so stupid? Preparing for the inevitable, I let him off the hook. “Believing someone like you would want to hook up with someone like me? Not happening. Our worlds are too different, Wiz. So no hard feelings, okay?”

He just stared then ground out, “Not okay. You’re mine, Pink.”

“No, I’m not.”

He kissed me breathless, and I crashed and burned all over again, but in a totally different way.
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And that’s it, boys and girls. The good news is, new words are coming. Also, there’s a reason he calls her Pink. You’ll find out one of these days. In the meantime, writers, any crashes or burns to share? Readers, are you fascinated by train wrecks of the romance kind?