Believe it or not, I’m keeping track of the days this week. Go me! Today is Wednesday. That means new writing prompts and words. Also go me! I have a new snippet to match our themes. #1lineWed is a little ridiculas. It’s **AND**. Really? And what? The #ThursdayThreads prompt is sooo much better. It sent me down a fun rabbit hole. Writers, your mission this week, should you decided to accept the challenge: How am I doing so far? See?!? Fun one, right? And today’s snippet helped me fill in a hole toward the beginning of the book. Again, go me! So without further adieu, here it is…
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Meg was surprised when the Scotsman settled on the log beside her. They ate in silence but she was very aware every time his arm or shoulder brushed against her. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was about this man but he made the hair on the back of her neck stand up at the same time he sent her stomach into fluttering gymnastics. She couldn’t remember one man who’d ever affected her so strongly. And it wasn’t the accent. In fact, that should have put her off. Big time. Scottish brogue. Too ruggedly handsome for his—or her— own good. And a soldier. A soldier for chrissakes. What was she thinking? Oh, wait. She was thinking, it was her body that had lost its mind.

Warm breath stirred a tendril of her hair that had escaped it’s braid. She shivered and it was like phantom lips brushed across her skin. She slowly turned her head to find his face inches away, eyes amused and…hungry? For a split second, she knew exactly how Little Red Riding Hood must have felt. Time to take back control. She arched a brow, an expression she’d spent days practicing in the mirror because her mother did it so artfully.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

Kin stared at her, unblinking. Some weird light flashed in the depths of his eyes and she was reminded of the wolves she’d worked with at the sanctuary. It was unnerving to catch eyeshine in the darksitting next to a man.

“Are ya daft, lass? Why wouldn’t a man want t’seduce you?”

She snorted. Like a horse. And then laughed, startling herself with the sound. “Look at me.” Something flashed in his eyes again and she went all melty inside.

“Oh, I am, lass. I am.”

Face heating, she hoped he couldn’t see the color rising in her cheeks. The cold night air made her skin tingle. At least, that’s what she told herself. “I haven’t seen a mirror in weeks. I haven’t bathed in almost that long. I’m wearing the same clothes I had on when you guys rescued us. And we’re tramping through the wilds of Ukraine. I am not going to be featured on the cover of ‘Vogue’.”

Little lines appeared around his eyes as they crinkled when he grinned. Charming. The man was utterly charming and under normal circumstances, she would have been oh-so-very tempted.

“You underestimate yourself, Megan Muir.”

“I’m not my mother.” Who was beautiful. Just ask anyone in Hollywood. No, she was made of sterner stuff, like her  Scottish father, the very model of a modern Major-general.

“And thank goodness for that, lass.” He winked. “So, tell me, how am I doing so far?”

“Huh?”

“My seduction. Are ya temped?”

Well, d’uh. Who wouldn’t be?
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I hope you enjoyed this early interaction between Meg and Kin. They are a fun couple and once I’m done with formatting the Moonstruck Wolf books and get them uploaded, I can get back to CROSSFIRE. FYI, Kin and the rest of the Hard Target team shows up in some of the “new/old” MW books, so there ya go. Wouldn’t it be fun if I could get this sucker finished and published in time to release the week after the last MW book does? That’s about a month from now so it’s possible. We’ll see what Real Life throws at me next. In the meantime, writers, you have your assignment. Readers, this question is for you. How am I doing so far? 😉