Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m back with more from Dance with the Devil. Hawk and Devil got interrupted during a moment that was heading toward steamy last week. Right now, they’re still waiting to get their moment alone. I have 10 sentences(and I got *a bit* creative with punctuation here) of the next scene.
Hawk sat right beside me, and his hand slid over my thigh. “Relax,” he murmured from the corner of his mouth, “everyone’s just excited about making the next move.”
I was more excited about making our next move. I’d spent about an hour on the heavy bag earlier today, but it still hadn’t worked this sizzle out of my nerves; nothing seemed to have done that when all I wanted was Hawk’s mouth and hands on me. Not much longer and maybe we could finally get there; his hand on my thigh wasn’t helping matters much.
“They need to all go away,” I muttered back to him. “I want you alone.”
Hawk just laughed and squeezed my thigh, causing me to moan. A few eyes turned our way, but Hawk only laughed. “Patience, Damon,” he whispered, “we’ll get there soon enough.”
Will they get there and finally have their moment together? Or will something else come up? You just may find out next week. 😀
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I finished the first draft of Dance with the Devil last week, but I’ll still be sharing from that for now. Let’s see, where did we leave Devil last week? Oh, yes, Devil asked Icarus to stop because he needed time to process everything he was saying. I’m jumping ahead a bit here. Devil is all healed up, and he and Hawk are finally getting onto the same page. After a ride and a talk, they’re back at the clubhouse and rather into each other…until they realize they have an audience.
A whistle broke out just as we hit the steps, and I jerked my head to the side and saw Trace, Birdie, and Arrow leaning back against the wall. I groaned but Hawk laughed and pressed another kiss, a softer one this time, to my forehead. “Hold our place,” he murmured. “We’ll have to pick it back up later.”
He stepped back from me, and I turned back to the other three. “You all suck donkey ass,” I said and retreated toward the basement steps. If I couldn’t be with Hawk now, I needed to find another way to work this all out of my system.
I heard Birdie laugh as I headed down the stairs. “Come on, Devil,” she called, “we know you still love us.”
The hell of it was, I did, and I couldn’t quite stop the smile despite the frustration filling me.
Ah, Devil and his colorful language. One of the reasons I loved writing him so much.
“Where’s the ham?” Dani asked as she looked around the table. “We always have ham for Christmas.”
Declan laughed and set his hand on his stepdaughter’s head. “I told you some things might be different this year. We always had turkey for Christmas when we were here. But, I think…” He smiled as his aunt brought another platter into the dining room. “Aunt Eileen also made some ham.”
The grin that spread over the girl’s face made everything worth it. He always wanted to do whatever he could to keep it there. And he was glad he had his whole family around, at least through the holidays, to help with that. It had been a while since he had seen all of them, and he’d miss them again when it was time to return home. But, this vacation had been good. For all of them.
Really short one this time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This is sort of a continuation of one I wrote back in December. Still in pre-brainstorming mode for this possible novella.
Welcome back for another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil. This is just a little farther along in the scene from what I shared last week. Devil has finally admitted something to Icarus that he’d been trying to hide(maybe even from himself) for quite a while.
“Do you really think we didn’t know? Hell, Bull and I have known Hawk loved you from the moment he recruited you. If we truly had a problem with it, neither of you would be here.”
My hand shook as I brought it up to cover my face, but Icarus reached out and took it, bringing it back down by my side. “No need for that,” he said softly. “I know he’s told you, Devil, but none of us have a problem with him, or with you, or with the two of you together. You don’t have to-“
“Stop.” My stomach was tied into such tight knots; it wasn’t doing anything to help my pain level. “Just stop, Icarus.”
Why does Devil insist he stop? Why did he think they’d have a problem? Is he going to stop hiding from how he feels?
And good news: I finished the first draft of this on Tuesday! I’d hoped to have it finished back in December but that obviously didn’t happen. I won’t start editing it until at least March and I’ll probably start posting it to Wattpad in April or May. In the meantime, you could catch up on the first two if you haven’t read them.
Welcome back for another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil. This week I’m moving on to the next scene. Devil is still healing and Icarus has come in to talk to him about what happened. I have 10 sentences of their conversation:
This isn’t the way we work. You don’t go off half-cocked.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Icarus held up a hand. “I know. That’s not exactly what happened here, but Hawk said you rode out of here yesterday morning like your namesake was on your tail.”
I couldn’t help it. I smiled a little at that one. Icarus’ return smile was soft. “I don’t know exactly what made you take off like that, but I’d hoped after all this time you’d trust us, and that you wouldn’t still be so reckless with your own life. Do you really think it’s worth so little?”
Is that what Devil thinks? Will he start using his head a bit more?
I only have likely one more scene to write for this story. I’ll be writing Icarus & Cassie’s story for the A-Z Challenge this year. Then, I’ll be continuing Hawk and Devil’s story, with the next part written from Hawk’s POV.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil. I’m just about to write the climax of this story, and the next one will be what I’m writing for this year’s A-Z challenge in April. I’m still plotting out what will happen in each of those posts/scenes but will hopefully start writing them soon so I can have them ready to go. But, I won’t be sharing from those until they start going up on the blog, so even if I finish Dance with the Devil before that(and I plan to), I’ll keep sharing from it until then. This is a little further on in the scene, Medusa’s examined Devil and Bull came in with bad news about Devil’s bike. And now Devil’s refusing to take anything for the pain.
“Take them, Devil,” Medusa said, her voice soft, as if she understood what my struggle was. “I know you’re in even more pain than you’re letting on, and they’ll help.” She went silent, but I still didn’t take them.
“Damn it, Devil,” Bull said and slammed the bucket down on the floor, “stop being stubborn and take the damn pills. It doesn’t make you weak. Refusing them when they’re needed makes you stupid.”
“Eric,” Medusa said softly, surprising both of us, “let me talk to him.”
Bull huffed out a breath, but he turned and walked out of the room. She shook her head once the door closed. “Should’ve named him teddy bear,” she murmured.
Why is Devil refusing the medication?(I know, and if you read Into the Sun you might understand, too) Will he end up taking it? What is Medusa going to say to Devil? Is Bull really just a big teddy bear?
I just finished posting my short story, “Goin’ Down”, last week. I’m not ready to start posting Dance with the Devil to Wattpad yet(Ok, I haven’t even finished drafting it yet). but, I have several other projects I’ve started. These are all back stories that connect to other projects. There are four of those. So, I’m planning to post one scene from each of those each week. That will hopefully give me time that I won’t catch up to myself on any of them.
So, going forward, I’ll be sharing from:
Patrick & Sarah – the story of how William Jensen’s(Stained Snow) mother and stepfather got together.
Tavin & Haiwee – the story of how Adam Kindrick’s(Stained by Ashes) parents got together
Roman – Events that are referenced in Shed Some Light(Gilbert #5)
Dougal & Shae – how Caitie’s(Flames of Retribution), Gio’s(Closing Time), & Brann’s(Crash and Burn) parents get together.
Next week, I’ll start by sharing the first scene from Patrick and Sarah’s story.