So, another Hump Day, another snippet based on a #1lineWed theme. Thanks to that dang groundhog, today’s theme–**SPRING**–might be a little late in coming. And in light of the weather just past, I thought this totally random snippet would work quite nicely. I can tell you the POV is from a Nightrider Wolf. I can’t tell you which one because I don’t have a clue who he is. As for the heroine? What you see is what you get. I hope you enjoy it anyway. 😉
“Stop!” she shrieked. “I think you pushed too far.”
“Yeah?” What was her first clue?
She glowered and I barely concealed the twitch of my lips, wanting to grin. Hell, I wanted to bust out laughing. She made a humphf sound. Too freaking cute. Unlike her tiny car. I had no idea the thing was so light so yeah, I’d pushed hard. With my Wolf shifter strength that puppy squirted out of the snowbank and straight onto the frozen pond. The ice hadn’t cracked, a miracle in itself.
“So what are you going to do about it?” Hands on hips, chin jutting, eyes blazing and pink in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold.
What was I going to do about it? Kiss her, maybe. My wolf liked that idea. I shrugged. “Wait for the spring thaw?”
“That’s not funny.”
I thought it was, but managed not to crack up at her outraged expression.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“No.” Too bad the word came out strangled as I choked back my laughter. I have the worst poker face in the club.
“You are.” She gave me a squinty-eyed glare. The cute was gonna kill me. “This is all your fault.”
“Uh huh.” I pinched the bridge of my nose hoping to hide my lip twitches. “Babe, you’re the one driving a clown car after a blizzard. And in case you haven’t noticed, it’s cold out here. At least it’s not sinking.”
She opened her mouth and one word came out. “Kittens.”
“There’s a box of abandoned kittens in the back seat.”
“Guess I’m going ice skating.” Or swimming, if the ice didn’t hold.
Who knew a bad-ass biker would have a soft spot for a woman driving a clown car with a box of rescued kittens in the back seat? Well…y’all probably because you know my Wolves. 😆 Readers, are you ready for spring? Writers, have any spring words to share?
OMG, I love it! Gah, now I need to know what happens next!
The closest I come to talking about Spring in my book is this:
“I was here about five minutes before Sissy.” She motioned toward a bottle of gin and two glasses set out on the nightstand. “Can I help it if I made myself comfortable and she got the wrong impression?” Then she laughed. “You work fast, Hank. From what I hear, you’ve only been in town since this morning and you’re already charming the ladies. Was the big bad wolf going to eat my baby sister?”
“Don’t be crass.”
Edwyna rolled off the bed and stalked over to me. “I’m only insinuating what everyone else in this town will, once they hear about Sissy planning to meet you in your hotel room.”
“And what will they say about a married woman sneaking her way into my room and staying for most of the afternoon?”
“What married woman?” she asked and then let out a tiny squeak. “Oh. You mean me. I assumed you’d heard, but you haven’t been around town in ages. He left me winter before last. Found someone younger and dumber, who still thought he was sexy. Of course, she hadn’t lived with him for nearly twenty years. They got married in the spring and she’s just given him the heir I never could. Or so he says. Personally, I think Bart was shooting duds and she’s been shtupping the pool boy. I guess good old Bartlett J. McKinnon will find out when the fruit of his loins sprouts brown hair instead of his red or her blonde.”
LOLOL I’d like to know what happens next too. And what happens before. And who the hell these people are!!! 🙄
And I’m soooo looking forward to Duke’s story! I ❤ his personality and yeah, Edwyna's no spring chickent nor is her old goat. Sounds like he moved on to a spring/winter relationship and…I'll stop now. More coffee. And good morning!