Wednesday Words: This Thing

Once again, we’ve arrived at midweek. Around here, that means a snippet based on a theme gleaned from #1lineWed. The controllers over there seem to still be on the lazy side giving us **THIS** as a prompt. That said, this did prompt new words about a couple in the Boston Wolves book that haven’t been mentioned much. A tiny bit of background. Declan Donahue is the Harvard-educated lawyer for the Borus. Maggie O’Brien is the pretty nurse who inherited the townhouse next door. And there ya go…
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“What are you going on about, Maggie?” Declan worked to keep his voice even.

“This!” She twirled in a circle, waving her arms to indicate the whole room. “Everything.”

Dipping his chin to his chest, he scratched the back of his neck. Glancing up without raising his head, he waited for further explanation. He didn’t get one so finally admitted, “I’m confused, love.”

“This house. Your car. Your…job.”

Still clueless, he ventured back into the conversation. “I’m a lawyer.”

“For the frickin’ mob!” That brought his head up but before he could say anything in his own defense, she barreled on. “They shot you, for God’s sake. I found you bleeding out on my front stoop. From. A. Gunshot wound.”

“And I survived.”

“Normal lawyers don’t get shot. Normal lawyers don’t dodge the police.”

“Says who?” He stepped toward her but kept his hands down at his sides. What he really wanted to do was grab her, give her a good shake and then kiss her. Hard. “I know plenty of crooked lawyers, Maggie. Including the one sitting in the District Attorney’s office. And he’ll be lucky, given the company he keeps, to avoid ending up on a slab in the morgue.”

“Which is where you’re headed!” Her voice rose and he caught a whiff of both burnt toast and ammonia. She was angry and afraid. Of him, he wondered, or for him? Before he could move, she crowded into his space and thumped a tight fist against his chest. “You can’t make me care about you and then do this stupid stuff. Like get yourself killed!”

He might be slow when it came to figuring out the woman destined to be his mate, but he wasn’t stupid. “This is about Callum and Sophie.”

She whirled away and spat, “Idiot. It has nothing to do with them.”

He gently griped her shoulder and tugged so she’d turn to face him. “Aye, love, I think it does. Sophie isn’t you. Sophie has her own family baggage. Did’ja know her father offered her sister to Ronan to make a deal?” Maggie’s eyes rounded as her mouth formed an “o”. “Ya know she has nothing to do with them, yeah?”

Nodding, Maggie said, “Yes. She hasn’t said much other than her father’s a royal SOB and her sister’s a spoiled society princess.”

“In this instance, ya really are safer not knowin’.” She narrowed her eyes and he bent to snatch a quick kiss. “But I’ll be tellin’ ya what ya need to know. Harold McNamara comes by his moniker honestly. He’s called Dirty Harry. He thinks he’s a major player in the Boston underworld. He isn’t. He’s been tryin’ to back Ronan into a corner for months. That’s not happening. He’s used Sophie as a pawn and planned to do the same with Callum but…” He sighed. “Well, we’re kinda hard to catch and kill.”

She waggled a finger at him. “Speaking of corners, are you aware that your Irish comes out when you get backed into one?” She rose on tiptoes, curled her arms around his neck, and kissed him so hard she robbed his breath.

“I’ll be keepin’ that in mind, cailín.”
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They have a few scenes together so far, and there will be more. This is not the last by any means. Writers, any **THIS** you want to share? Readers, needy writer here. What did you think about **THIS**? 😉

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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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6 Responses to Wednesday Words: This Thing

  1. Ooooo, good one! And yeah, what’s up with the people who pick the prompts lately? What’s next – THE? LOL

    Here’s mine. With such a simple word, the choices were many, but I think you’ll like this…

    “He looks puny. You sure he’s of age?” said one of the men they’d journeyed with on the way to Quinnan’s Keep. “The King will have no babies who cry for their mothers at the first sign of battle.”
    Aryl stepped forward, shocked by the implication enough to forget he didn’t want to go. “I’ll enter my sixteenth year when summer comes again. I killed my first boar three years ago. If I can do that, I can do this.”
    He could’ve slapped himself for speaking. Lyra teased him about it that night while they lay in their bedrolls under the waning moon.
    “For a boy who didn’t ever want to leave home, you certainly seemed proud,” she said. “I killed my first boar three years ago.” Her mocking tone angered Aryl until he realized she would never tease him if she wasn’t as frightened as he was. And he could tell from the bite in her voice she was angry. He just wasn’t sure if her anger stemmed from his foolishness or from her jealousy.
    “You killed that boar with grunt means, not magic,” she continued. “You won’t even use your magic unless Ma makes you.”

    • Silver James says:

      Ooh. Ooh. Ooh! The foreshadowing here. There’s soooo much to come. And yeah, totally loved this snippet. And yeah. Long ago when a different group was in charge of #1lineWed, I had to come up with the themes and tweet them. Then I left the group and it sort of stopped until a non-member appropriated the hashtag and set up a new account for it. Whatever. It is hard to be fresh each week but dang, lately, they just seem lazy. LOL

  2. Latesha B. says:

    Enjoyed both excerpts. They make one greedy for more. Looking forward to seeing how both stories play out.

  3. Dawn says:

    I missed this one tooo…yup converting me..must be that Irish gene in family history

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