Wednesday Words: Pretty as a Picture

Posted on January 17, 2018 by Silver James

Another Wednesday, another snippet for #1lineWed of Twitter fame. Today’s theme, **PICTURE** could paint a thousand words, so take a PICTURE, it lasts longer. Do you get the PICTURE? *waggles brows* So anyway. I had to dig around to find an excerpt that fit the theme. It’s a good thing I’m a puzzler. This is from Jen and Wizard’s story and it’s a little longer than usual, but what the hey!

Jen
I woke up with a crushing headache and the sad realization that I would never be the heroine of my own romance story. It hurt. A lot. But I didn’t have time to lie there rolling in my pity party. My last girl was getting married in a couple of hours and I had beaucoup stuff to do. Later, after the wedding and the reception and an after party of one, because my life sucked, I could contemplate my fate.

I was the epitome of the sidekick–the slightly overweight and klutzy BFF. Drunk at three in the morning? Yeah, I was the designated driver. Breakup with your man? I’d be there to help you pack and move. Need a good cry because your boyfriend was being a dick? See me raising my hand and offering my shoulder and tequila shots. I was the perpetual wingman—or wingwoman—or whatever the heck the female version of that was called. Perpetual bridesmaid? Oh yeah. I had the ten dresses to show for it. Ten years. Ten girls. Ten awful dresses. And me. I was number eleven in our posse, the odd girl out. Yeah, my life totally sucked.

I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. I needed to shower and get on with my maid of honor duties. I had this down to a science. First, though, I needed coffee. A whole pot, except I’d have to trot to the ladies room all day. I loved coffee. My bladder did not. One cup. I could handle one cup.
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Alyssa freaked. This was not unusual. I calmed her down. Calmed down Brian, her groom. Got Lyssie’s mother out of the bride’s room, got her father in. Threatened the best man over the rings, Brian’s hangover, and the toast he hadn’t written yet.

I got everyone down the aisle to the strains of Pachebel’s Canon in D. Lyss looked stunning. Brian just looked stunned. They each said “I do.” They kissed. The background of St. Luke’s Chapel was perfect. The Grand Ballroom at the Elms was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Except all the bridesmaids were married to the groomsmen. Well, except for Doug, Brian’s best man. And he’d brought his significant other, and boy oh boy but she was definitely significant. Supermodel tall, legs that went from here to there, magnificent hair, magnificent face, magnificent boobs. Yeah, she had it all going on and despite the wedding protocol, when the dancing started, Brian led Lyss to the floor and she melted into his arms. Her parents and his joined them and there was some trading around of partners—Lyss with her dad, Brian with her mom and then vice versa with Brian’s folks. Then the wedding party was to join but Doug led his SO to the floor and there I stood—the last BFF standing, the full-figured, klutzy sidekick, the designated driver, and healer of broken hearts with tequila shots.

I didn’t miss the looks. Would have been hard not to see the expressions on people’s faces as they watched me. Pity. Embarrassment. Humor. There I stood in my fushia—what the heck color was fushia anyway but bright freaking ugly pink—dress with ruffles and lace and gussets and bows. All the other bridesmaids wore champagne pink that looked more the color of taupe, sleek and frou-frou free. My dress was meant to compliment the bride’s. Yeah, right.

My place card on the head table had been moved to accommodate Ms. Significant. Not that I cared. Much. My dress was hideous. I wouldn’t want me in the wedding pictures either. Snagging a flute of champagne as a waiter walked by ignoring me, I faded back to the edges of the party. My job was done. This was a destination wedding. Everyone was staying at the hotel or nearby. There would be a farewell brunch in the morning before Lyss and Brian headed to the airport to start their Aruba honeymoon. I just needed to stick here long enough to make the toast and then I could fade into the woodwork and go hide in my room with a good romance novel.

Yeah, about that.

Four hours later, I was still in the stupid dress, with the freaking bridal bouquet that Ms. Significant Other dodged so I had to catch it or look like a complete idiot instead of just idiotic. Then I found people in my room, my bags packed and at the bell captain’s desk because Brian’s Aunt Ramona from Minneapolis was having gastro-intestinal problems and couldn’t drive to her hotel across town so they moved her into my room because hey, why the heck should I care, right?

There was no place for me to change clothes so I threw my bags in my car and left. I’d go find a motel somewhere, spend the night and just go home in the morning. They wouldn’t miss me at the brunch. Ms. Significant could make my toast with the mimosas. That was my plan but then I just kept driving. I figured I’d get a head start on my morning drive. More miles behind me and all that.

I pulled into a convenience store and debated whether to actually get out. I wanted a Diet Coke in the worst way. A big one. With chipped ice. And a whole box of donuts. Or a bag of Cheetos. Heck. Why not live recklessly. I’d get both and eat myself into a sugar-carb coma.

Gathering my full skirt, I managed to get out of my Tornado Red VW Beetle convertible. He had all the bells and whistles except for the iconic vase attached to the dash. I’d wanted that but would have had to go used. My boy was brand new. And sporty. And had been my first step toward the new me. At least the new me I hoped I’d become.

I didn’t pay much attention to my surroundings. I vaguely remembered seeing an exit sign for Mission Springs and I’d gotten off. Because I wanted a Diet Coke. And donuts. And Cheetos. And saw this place from the interstate. I pushed through the door and walked into a nightmare.
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And that’s the way our heroine’s day started. You’ll have to wait a bit to see how it ends, though I will give you a hint. Wizard was filling the tank on his Harley when Jen pulled up and got out. I’ll give you three guesses as to what emotional Charlie Foxtrot our Nightrider finds himself, and the first two don’t count. 😉 Do any of y’all have a 1000 words to paint a picture? If so, share! If not, I hope you enjoyed this peek into a future Nightrider book. 🙂

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Tuesday Treats: Creamy Chicken Tortilla Soup

Posted on January 16, 2018 by Silver James

Baby, it’s cold outside and I’m a firm believer in hot soups when the weather is frightful. I love a good tortilla soup but most of them have way too many tomatoes cooked down where I can’t pick them out. Allergy, so this is a thing with me. When I came across this recipe, my brain automatically started making substitutions. I tried it last week and the recipe got two thumbs up from Lawyer Guy and a thumbs up from me. Subs are mentioned below in the recipe.

Prep Time: 45 min.
Total Time: 45 min.
Servings: 8 servings, 1 cup each

Warm up with a delicious bowl of Creamy Chicken-Tortilla Soup. This Creamy Chicken-Tortilla Soup is full of amazing Tex-Mex flavors everyone loves.

What You Need
1 tsp. oil
1 cup chopped red onions
1 can (14.5 oz.) fire-roasted diced tomatoes, drained (I left this out, for allergy reasons and substituted one 4 oz. can of chopped, green chilis)
1 can (11 oz.) corn with red and green bell peppers, drained
3-1/2 cups fat-free reduced-sodium chicken broth
3/4 cup TACO BELL® Hot Sauce (for those who like not as spicy, use mild or medium sauce)
2 cups shredded cooked chicken breasts
6 oz. Queso Blanco VELVEETA®, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
3 Tbsp. lime juice
1/2 cup crushed tortilla chips (I used blue corn tortilla chips and served them on the side so they could be crunched “individually” because I don’t like mushy chips in my soup.

Make It

Heat oil in large saucepan on medium heat. Add onions; cook 5 to 6 min. or until crisp-tender, stirring frequently.

Add tomatoes, corn, chicken broth and hot sauce; mix well. Bring to boil; simmer on medium-low heat 15 min., stirring occasionally.

Add chicken, VELVEETA and lime juice; cook on medium heat 5 min. or until VELVEETA is completely melted, stirring occasionally.

Serve topped with crushed chips.

We like things really spicy around here, which is why I added the chopped green chilis. If you aren’t a fan of SPICY spice/hot, you can ease the heat level by using mild or medium hot taco sauce instead of the hot taco sauce. I served this up in large soup “mugs” so I’m pretty sure there was probably at least 2 cups in each serving. We did have leftovers so I froze what was left and defrosted then heated the servings in the microwave. It worked just fine. Want full nutritional information? CLICK HERE. This was an easy soup to make, though I did have to go shopping for the ingredients. Well worth it! I hope you enjoy if you give it a try.

Leigh Daniels, the heroine in NIGHT FIRE, likes to play with hot stuff–like her hero, Nightrider nomad and Wolf shifter, Smoke Jenner. As an arson investigator, Leigh is used to firehouse food and while a lot of firefighters are known for their 5-Alarm Chili, Leigh is known for her cheesy tortilla soup. Smoke agrees.

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Mid-January Monday

Posted on January 15, 2018 by Silver James

It is Monday, though here in the States it’s also a federal holiday celebrating the life of the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. As a writer, most holidays don’t mean much. Writers just keep writing. The same goes for first responders, the military, and those who work retail/food services. Hats off to y’all! It’s also mid-month. There have been two Mondays, and after today, there will be two more Mondays. Weird how that happens. 🙂

There was a weekend. Part of it was cold, part of it was sort of cold. I spent most of the time indoors, either writing, listening to audio books or watching “Live PD.” And reruns of Lonestar Law and Northwoods Law. Don’t judge me. 😉

I’m doing a minimum of two Kindle World books this year. The first one releases in early April, working title MONTANA MOON and it takes place in Elle James’s Brotherhood Protectors world, and is my first venture into that world. Then I’m writing another installment in Susan Stoker’s Special Forces: Operation Alpha world with a mid-July release. The working title for that one is UNDER THE ASSASSIN’S MOON, which is, in part, a follow-up to ASSASSIN’S MOON. A lot of readers wanted to know more about Siri, the orphan girl. She’ll play a role in the new story. UTAM will be my 4th venture into Susan’s world. So many worlds, including my own, and so little time. LOL Still, ALL the characters are jabbering at me, so that’s a good thing. Sure beats the alternative.

I’ve been on a dragon kick this weekend. I have an idea why. I’m using my Audible Romance subscription and Hoopla, an app that my local library is using in addition to Overdrive. I finished up the last book in Michelle Sagawa’s Chronicles of Elantra fantasy series, which completed my reread in preparation for the new release next week. There are dragons in Elantra so that may have been why I kept checking out dragon books. I listened to the first book in the Stonefire Dragons series by Jessie Donovan. It was okay but I didn’t feel pushed to read the next book in the series. Then I grabbed Ruby Dixon’s Fireblood Dragons series. She’s better known for her Ice Planet Barbarians SciFi romance series. This series is more…dystopian? Or maybe apocalyptic. There was a tear between realms, dragons fell to earth and started burning stuff up. So far, it’s okay. I like the narrators. Since Ariel’s book is next up in the Penumbra Papers, I need to start reading some books about the fae to get in the mood. 😆

Life is pretty boring at the moment. Writing and listening to books, with the occasional dash of TV. We’re about a month away from Pitchers/Catchers with MLB. I’m ready. I don’t want the NFL and have little interest in the Super Bowl, beyond commercials and with the internet, so many of the ads are released early so…

What about y’all? How’s your weather? What are you reading? Any TV shows or movies that have caught your attention?

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Friday Sinema: Bohemian Soaring

Posted on January 12, 2018 by Silver James

Tuesday was International Kite Day. This is too cool not to share today. It gives the phrase, “Go fly a kite!” whole new meaning. Enjoy! And have a great weekend. 🙂

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Lost and Found

Posted on January 11, 2018 by Silver James

Regular readers have heard me explain my writing process before. I’m a puzzler. I often use prompts, get wild hairs, get hit by a lightning bolt of inspiration, and other craziness. I haven’t written a book in linear fashion, ie. from start to finish, in a long while. This is why I love Scrivener. I write in bits and pieces, unrelated scenes, and sometimes the end before the beginning. There was one book where I wrote the middle then worked both backwards and forward to tell the story. Crazypants. I know. That’s why this little ditty from the Universe made sense to me. At least in relation to my writing. Probably in my life as well.

When I start a book, I’m always lost. I have characters I know nothing about. I have a beginning or an end and no idea how to find my way from here to there. I have a small idea I must turn into many thousands of words. Since I write romance, I have to make two people fall in love, which is always fun if they happen to hate each other to begin with. I love adventures and my characters are far more demonstrative with the expletives than might be normal. What can I say? Anyway, here’s what the big U had to say this week:

I know you already know this, but Silver, the only way one can find their way is to first be lost. To make it big, start out small. To fall in love, first feel none. Yet, when these adventures begin and the dreamers suddenly find themselves lost, small, and alone, you should hear the “expletives”!

So, look at it like this: Any such feelings are simply a sign that you’ve made a really, really big and daring “wish,” and its manifestation has already begun.

Foxy, clever, wry –
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®
Pssst… Silver, are you starting to feel the love?

Have I mentioned that I love my books? That’s why I write them. I love my characters and their stories. I’d like to be brave enough (or is it strong enough?) to say that I don’t care if anyone reads them or not. That’s not quite true. I do care. I want people to love them too. And if they do, I hope they share that love by telling their friends and family and strangers. Because whenever I’m feeling lost, small, and alone and I discover a good review or I get an email from someone telling me they enjoyed reading my books, I do feel the love. And I smile. A lot. And I want to write more books. It’s a “vicious” circle. Do me a favor, go get lost in a book today! Pssst. It doesn’t even have to be one of mine. 😉

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Wednesday Words: Get Off of My Lawn

Posted on January 10, 2018 by Silver James

Since last week’s #1lineWed theme was *OLD*, I figured this week’s theme should be **YOUNG**. You know, for reasons! 😉 Anyway, it also gave me an idea of how to start the new WIP. At the moment, the working title is MONTANA MOON. This is a first draft so please ignore anything but content. And if it’s boring, PLEASE tell me!

Chapter 1

The phone rang and rang and rang. Tate thrust an arm dripping with soap and hot water out of the shower to grab the damn thing. He checked the caller ID before turning it off. The debrief could wait until morning. He dropped the phone back onto the counter and retreated under the scalding water pouring from the shower head. He’d been back from the retrieval Hank Patterson, his occasional employer at Brotherhood Protectors, sent him on all of 30 minutes. Two spoiled rich kids decided to hit the road in Mommy’s Mercedes. He caught the brats on the other side of the Mexican border, minus the Mercedes and in the hands of a cartel far more interested in human trafficking than was good for the two girls. Despite saving their lives and other things, they’d bitched at him all the way back to a multi-million dollar log mansion in Aspen, where the father of the car thief handed over a check with lots of zeros.

What the hell was wrong with young people today? Tate snorted and pictured himself in a rocking chair on his front porch and shaking a cane at those young whippersnappers. Laughing now, he leaned his hands on the granite tile lining his walk-in shower, head bent so the steaming liquid sluiced across his neck and shoulders. He was beat, going on close to 72 hours with no sleep. Back in the day when he’d been running special ops with the SEAL teams, that had been a walk in the park. Even his wolf half was tired. The critter wanted a rare steak, the man a six-pack of beer, and both about 24 hours of curling up in front of the fire and snoozing. Sounded damn fine idea.

Tate “Shooter” McCord was a Wolf. He carried the lupi versi pellis gene on his Y chromosome and that weird little DNA anomaly gave him the ability to shift from man to wolf and back again. He never got sick, healed faster than normal when injured—and considering he’d been a SEAL for almost 20 years, he’d needed that special kick more than once. Tonight, though, he was feeling his age—emotionally if not truly physically. He’d come back to the Crazy Mountains in Montana to lick his wounds after that last mission in Bumfuck, Afghanistan. The operation had been a Charlie Foxtrot from the git-go. They’d only lost one man but the entire unit had been shot up, with half of the team sustaining career-ending injuries. He’d joined them, especially after receiving the Navy Cross, the Silver Star, and the Purple Heart. All three medals made him feel like a fraud. Getting his teammates out wasn’t heroic. It was part of the job. So he’d retired and returned to a place that had been home once upon a time.

The water turned tepid and he turned off the faucet. After drying off, he pulled on a pair of jean shorts and wandered into the kitchen. The steak he picked up on the way home kissed the frying pan on both sides and then he was settled in front of the fire in his living room with the big screen TV showing some spring training baseball game. Ten minutes later, with his stomach full and headache finally receding, he closed his eyes and dropped into combat sleep.
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If your WIP is feeling a little young at heart, or has some young love, or youngsters, drop some words into the comments. 😉

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Tuesday Treats: Asian Chicken ‘N Noodles

Posted on January 9, 2018 by Silver James

Sometimes, I don’t have time. Sometimes, not only do I not have time, I don’t have the energy, wherewithal, or motivation to either go out, go grab fast food, or put together a “real” meal. And frozen dinners are not my favorite. I am a fan of noodles though. I also like chicken, onions, and a modicum of veggies. When I tumbled across this recipe, I snagged it because…reasons! Like it’s easy peasy. It’s fast. It’s yummy. And I usually have all the ingredients on hand.

Prep Time: 15 min.
Total Time: 15 min.
Servings: 2 servings

Ramen noodle soup mix adds instant Asian-style appeal to this 15-minute chicken and noodles dish.

What You Need
1-1/2 cups water
1 pkg. (3 oz.) chicken flavor ramen noodle soup mix, divided
1 carrot, thinly sliced
1 pkg. (6 oz.) OSCAR MAYER CARVING BOARD Flame Grilled Chicken Breast Strips
1 green onion, sliced

Make It
Bring water to boil in medium saucepan. Add Noodles and carrots; stir. Cook 3 min.

Add chicken and 1 tsp. Seasoning (from ramen soup package); mix well. Cook 5 min. or until heated through, stirring occasionally. Discard remaining seasoning.

Sprinkle with onions.

You can CLICK HERE to get nutritional information about the recipe.

I would probably double the ramen noodles, might add a handful of frozen peas to go with the carrots–and FYI, I use shredded carrots that I buy packaged, and I might just add a little teriyaki marinade. This is a great meal for one or two when you’re in a hurry and want something relatively homemade. 😉 This is very much in Hannah’s wheelhouse, though she informs me that she IS, with help from Jacey, Annie, and Izzy, learning to to actually cook real food. I know Hannah is a favorite character for many of you. Me, too! If you haven’t read the beginning of her story, you can get a head start with MOONSTRUCK: SECRETS.

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Second Monday

Posted on January 8, 2018 by Silver James

So…I sort of ignored the New Year last week. In fact, I pretty ignored the world from between Christmas and a day or two after New Year’s because…sick! This is like the 3rd year a row that I’ve been sick over the holidays and let me tell you, it SUCKS! Big time. Anyway, I was in bed sleeping off flu/cold/cough medications long before midnight. Besides, it was cold outside! It’s been cold outside a lot lately. Which makes sense since it is winter.

Since I’ve been sick, there isn’t a whole lot going on in my world. I am teaching a class for RWA’s Kiss of Death Mystery and Suspense chapter this month. We’re discussing psychics, ghosts, magic, and all those things that go bump in the night and how to apply them to a suspense or mystery work in progress.

Not doing much reading but I am going through audio books like crazy. Luckily, not only does my local library subscribe to Overdrive, they’ve also now subscribed to Hoopla and I can download six items a month from that site. The series I’m currently doing a re-listen to because the newest book comes out this month is Michelle Sagara’s Chronicles of Elantra, a fantasy series. I own some of early volumes of the audio books, Overdrive had the middle ones that I could check out and download, but didn’t have the last set of books. Hoopla does so yay! I want to own the series eventually but…budget! I’m also looking forward to the next IN DEATH book, also coming out this month.

Writing is coming in little pieces at the moment. I have a Brotherhood Protectors Kindle World book to finish up and get ready for release in early April. The fabulous Elle James invited me to play in her world. Tate “Shooter” McCord, former Navy SEAL, current lone Wolf shifter, and part-time contract employee of the Brotherhood Protectors company has an old favor called in by Ian “Mac” McIntire, of the Moonstruck Wolves. Lauren Reilly is running for her life and can’t trust anyone. Until a sexy former SEAL tracks her down, kidnaps her, and takes a bullet for her. Fun times! I know who the characters are now so their story should start to unfold quickly now.

Sports are…how many days until pitchers and catchers report? ‘Nuff said. 😆

That’s pretty much it in my life at the moment. I am slowly regaining energy and can actually go longer than 24 hours without meds, so long as I don’t push my energy levels. How are y’all doin’? Did you have good holidays? Get something special for Christmas? Have a reading list for 2018 yet? Check in and say hi!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal New Year

Posted on January 4, 2018 by Silver James

This bit of New Year wisdom popped into my inbox and I wanted to share it on this first Thursday Thoughts of 2018. As we’re now four days into the new year, I thought the rest of you might appreciate the message as well.

Silver, soon the new year starts, so now’s a great time to:

1. Wipe the slate clean.
2. Focus upon what you really want.
3. Chart your course.

Or is that a bit old school? Feels tiring? Ugh!

How about an adventurous alternative:

1. Give thanks that your life is exactly as it is.
2. Decide that 2018 will be the happiest year of your life yet.
3. Every day, follow your heart and instincts down new paths.

This will be your year, Silver –
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®

You really are READY, Silver. And your publishing empire is ready for you.

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I’d love that bit about the publishing empire to work out as that implies the funds necessary to run said empire. Interestingly, the advice the Universe offers is pretty much the conclusion I’d come to on my own. I’m going to choose to be an optimist this year, a “glass half full” kinda gal. What about you? Will you be old school or adventurous?

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Wednesday Words: Old = New #1lineWed

Posted on January 3, 2018 by Silver James

A new year, a new series of #1lineWed themes. Today’s theme: **OLD** should be an easy one for most writers. There’s old news, old friends, old clothes, old age, old…take your pick. In my case, the first bit that popped up when I did a search of my Works in Progress, is the prologue for Gravedigger’s story. I know some of you are waiting for him. Maybe I’ll hit a writing streak this year and he’ll get his book done as well. This bit is in the POV of Shiane “Shy” Rourke. There’s graphic language, just FYI.

Prologue

Fifteen years ago…
I wrapped my arms around my big sister. I was beyond screaming, beyond tears. The storm raged around the house, lightning flashes and thunder that weren’t from Mother Nature. Shadows stomped through the room as I crouched over Becca. I wanted her to hold me, to tell me it would be okay but her arms were limp.

Men cursed saying really bad words, words that Becca told her boyfriend not to say around me. Why wasn’t she moving? Why wasn’t she doing something to make them go away?

“Fuckin’ shit.”

I stopped breathing as a huge shadow loomed over me.

“Brick!” the shadow yelled.

An even bigger shadow appeared. “What the fuck?”

“That’s not a nice word,” I whispered. Or thought I did. My teeth were chattering I was so scared.

“The bitch is dead,” the first shadow said.

What? He shouldn’t call Becca a bitch. That was a bad word too. Then the other word he’d said hit me. Dead? No. She couldn’t be dead. She was my big sister. She took care of me.

“Fuck it all to hell,” the second shadow growled.

I cringed back as hands reached for me. I clutched Becca’s sweater, clung to it as those hands plucked me up.

“Let to, baby girl,” the first shadow said, his voice so low it rumbled in my ear like a diesel truck.

“No!” Never. I would never let go of my sister. Something silvery glinted in a flash of light and then I was jerked away, my fists still grasping parts of Becca’s sweater.

“Bury this, Gravedigger,” the second shadow snarled.
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Now
A cop had found me sitting on a bench at the bus stop half a block from the police station. I was covered in blood—none of it mine. All I had left of my sister was two handfuls of unraveling yarn. They never found her body. Never found her boyfriend’s or any of the guys in his motorcycle gang.

Mitch Collins, the cop who sat with me at the ER, who walked me through the system, was a good guy. He and his wife took me in though they didn’t adopt me. That was fine. I didn’t want any of my baggage to taint them. You see, sitting there on that bench? I started to plan. I might have been only ten, but my sister was my whole world. Our old man had been a biker and our mother a biker’s old lady. They drank, smoked pot, did meth. Mom OD’d when I was five and Becca was fifteen. She took care of me because losin’ Mom? That just made the old man drink, smoke pot, do meth and fuck every pussy he could stick his dick into.

Becca got us away from that. She was going to community college, going to become a dental tech because there was good money to be made. Then she met Bozo. His name should have told her something. He was a biker. And Becca? She fell hard. And it got her dead.

Still, Mitch and Kathy were nice people. They saw me through high school and I think they were relieved when I joined the Army after graduation. See, I went into the military to get trained. I had an agenda, one I’d kept close to my chest since Mitch found me sitting on that damn bench, covered in blood, teeth chattering from shock, and scared out of my ever-loving mind.

That was then. This was now. I remembered two things from that night—two things that haunted every last one of my nights: a wolf’s head, fanged mouth open ready to eat me alive, and a name.

Gravedigger.
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I have a few chapters written, inspiration that comes in fits and starts. The same happens with Wizard’s and Gunner’s books. We’ll see which gets finished first. So, in this first week of the new year, do any of you have old words to share? Any thoughts on Digger’s dilemma? *bwahaha*

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