Six Sentence Sunday

Onward with Sam:

Wiping the counter absentmindedly, I replied, “Shadow? That’s a nickname, a moniker, not a name.”

“Well, that’s what I’m called. Get used to it,” he said softly as he stood. He pulled my arm until we nose to nose and our breaths mingled. “You will be screaming it one night.”

And that concludes this scene with Sam and Shadow. Due to a block/edits/life, I've had to take a break with their story, but they're knocking again. ;)

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Sam goes on:

"You're always with the gang no matter how far apart you are." I met his gaze; he was handsome, sure, and practically oozed sexuality and charisma, but I'd be damned if he'd be luring me anywhere.

"How come you never say my name?"

"I don't know your name."

"You've heard it." A devilish smile played at his lips.

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Continuing on with Sam's story:

"You're right, of course." He took another long drink and I watched his Adam's apple flex taking the liquid down. "I came back to see you."

A drop of sweat beaded on the bottle and ran down the side to meet Shadow's hand. "I'm not sure where the confusion is, but I don't run with biker gangs."

In the fluorescent light of the bar his eyes were an unnatural shade of orange instead of the warm brown they should have been. "I'm not with the gang right now, am I?

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Continuing on with the ongoing saga between Sam and Shadow:

"Mom says I'll catch fire one day for all the sparks flying off me," I deadpanned. "So what brings you by tonight?" I waved congenially to the last of the tourists leaving for the night until it was just me and Shadow. Elena and Stetson had sure as hell been gone for awhile.

"I can't just stop in for a beer?"

"Honey, your kind never just stops in for something."

(I promise Shadow's not as much of an ass as he came off to be last week. LOL)

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Here's some more from Sam and Shadow:

“Ouch,” he replied, smiling. “Sometimes, a wolf can run alone, you know.”

“Only rogue ones.” I settled my elbows on the bar and watched him take a swig from his longneck while he studied my cleavage with tattooed water lilies trailing into the line. “Find the hidden treasure, sunshine?”

“God, you’re feisty.” Something sparked in his eyes.

Sam has been fun to write.

Six Sentence Sunday

Well, since Delila finished up her scene (for the most part, lol) I think I'll switch to a WIP this week. Meet Sam, a waitress at a biker bar, and Shadow, a charismatic beast of a man.

Sundays were usually slow, and that night was no different. Tables were empty, save for the few rogue tourists, and I was leaned against the bar, bored, when he walked in.

I didn’t notice him at first; he was alone and the atmosphere didn’t change, but I smelled his cologne when he sat next to me at the bar. “Hello, Sam,” Shadow said.

“Hello, there. What’s your poison?” I switched into server mode almost immediately and got his beer since Stetson was out back doing something with something or other and Elena had disappeared. “What brings you by alone? I thought you ran with a pack like the other wolves nearby.”