Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m sharing the final snippet from Dance with the Devil today. The two groups have come to somewhat of a truce, and the Crows have agreed to let Hawk go. So, Devil’s going to free him.
I moved until I was kneeling in front of Hawk. I wanted to kiss him, but I needed to free his hands first. His face was bruised, they probably hadn’t taken him down easily. I sliced the knife through the ties around his wrists, then pulled at the tape around his mouth.
“You damn fool,” Hawk said then he was in my arms.
I heard snorts of disgust from the Crows, but I ignored them as I helped him get to his feet. “Let’s go,” I said. “You can yell at me later.”
There is one more scene after this, basically wrapping everything up. And by the time some of you read this, the final scene for Staring at the Sun may be posted. I’m starting to get Dance with the Devil ready to post on Wattpad then I’ll start putting Staring at the Sun up there too. And I’ll probably start to share from it next week. I’ve started writing Hawk’s story, but don’t have much of it yet.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil, for at least another week or two. Last week, we left Devil taking off to try to see if he could save Hawk. This week we’ll see what his efforts get him.
As soon as I got back to the clearing where the clubhouse stood, I realized I’d made a mistake; they’d counted on my reaction. I hated that I was so predictable, even to these assholes. Hawk was on his knees, a gun to his head. His arms were wrenched behind his back, likely bound together. His eyes were on me, sorrow filling them. Silvery tape covered his mouth, at least half a dozen Crows staged behind him.
I was never going to be able get Hawk away from them, and I was pretty sure Hawk had come to the same conclusion. I was waiting for the roar of motorcycles, even though I knew it was possible they wouldn’t come after us. Wouldn’t risk the whole club for just two of us.
I should have known better.
Will the rest of the club come after them? What’s going to happen to them now?
I’ve also been posting the next story for the A-Z challenge. You can find all the current posts linked here if you want to read that.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve started posting the next story in my Riders of Justice series, for the A-Z challenge(and I’ll link to the first post below). I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil today, though. Last week, we left Devil a bit desperate to get to Hawk. Today we get the decision Devil makes. 9 sentences.
“And if they don’t hold up their end, they know nothing will stop us before we completely annihilate them. I know this isn’t easy for you, Devil, but it’s what we have to do.”
I couldn’t, though. I couldn’t just ride away and leave Hawk there. He’d never do it to me.
Bull had eased away from me, and I took advantage of that. I moved quickly around him, climbed onto my bike, and started it up, kicking up the stand just before I twisted the throttle. I could hear them shouting at me, but I didn’t give a damn. I needed to get to Hawk.
Is Devil going to be able to get to Hawk? Will the other Riders come after him? To stop him or help? What’s going to happen next? I’ll have more next weekend, so you might just find out.
And if you want to read the first scene for Staring at the Sun, the next story in the series, you can find it here.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil, and probably will at least the next couple weeks, maybe even through April. Though I might share a couple from Staring at the Sun, which is what I’m working on for this year’s A-Z challenge(and is Icarus & Cassie’s story). For this week, I’ve skipped a few paragraphs down from what I shared last week. Devil wants to go back for Hawk. Bull’s trying to stop him. Needless to say, it doesn’t go over well.
“Get out of my way,” I told him.
“No, Devil, you have to listen to the rest. We have to do things the right way.”
“And that’s just leaving him there?” I shouted at him, even though he was right in front of me. “You know what they’ll do to him. He’s not going to walk back out of there; they’ll destroy him.” My voice cut on the last words. I didn’t even want to think about what they’d do, what they might have already done. “We have to go back for him.”
Are they going to leave Hawk? What are they doing to him? Will they get him back?
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, though I’m busy writing the next one as part of next month’s A-Z challenge(I like having the posts done ahead of time if I can). I have through Week 2 drafted right now and working on editing them and getting them ready to schedule. But, for now, here’s a little more with Devil. Last week, he was sure Hawk was sensing some trouble. This week, we’ve got the trouble. 10 sentences(and I got creative to make it all fit).
“Gather up,” he said and waited until we did just that, and I looked around, but Hawk still hadn’t joined us. As Icarus opened his mouth to say something else, I pushed through the crowd.
“Not everyone is here yet,” I told him. His gaze turned to me, and I could see the sympathy in his eyes. “No,” I said, taking a step back, knowing exactly what that meant; this couldn’t be happening.
”Devil, just relax.”
“No,” I shot back, knowing I was walking a fine line, but I just couldn’t care about that right now. “Hawk’s not here, if he’s not here…” I couldn’t finish that thought through the boulder suddenly lodged in my throat.
“They have him.”
Who has Hawk? What are they going to do to him? What will Devil do to get him back? I should have more on that next week.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m continuing to share from Dance with the Devil this month(next month I’ll probably share from what I’m writing for the A-Z challenge which is the next story in this series). For now, we have 10 sentences from the next chapter. The Riders are going to face down their rivals, try to get the problems between them ended. Devil’s feeling a little uneasy, though(since these are the guys who have beat him up twice, he has good reason).
I looked back at Hawk once as we headed to our positions. Once we were in place, Bull and Icarus would finally approach the house. There was a wariness in Hawk’s eyes. It wasn’t exactly unusual to see it there. He always seemed to be watching for what could go wrong, but there was something more here, I was sure of it.
I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but it was too late for that now. I’m sure he’d tell me it was nothing. Just a bad feeling, or something like that. But, I knew to trust his bad feelings. They were usually spot-on.
Is something wrong? Should Devil have asked about what Hawk’s worried about? You might find out next week.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Dancing with the Devil. Today I have the last ten sentences of the scene I shared last week. They’re now up in Hawk’s room and had a difficult discussion. But they understand each other and are on the same page now.
He stayed right where he was, as if he was afraid I’d reject him if he came to me. So, I went to him instead, sliding my hands over his shoulders before pressing my mouth to his. I kept the kiss light at first, hoping he wouldn’t step away from me now.
He didn’t. Instead he stepped into me and pressed his lips even firmer to mine, one hand clasped the back of my neck as if he was afraid I’d run away if he didn’t hold onto me, but there wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
“Are we okay?” he asked, resting his forehead against mine when we finally broke from the kiss.
“I certainly hope so.”
His smile warmed almost every part of me, and I slid my hands up into his hair before bringing my lips to his again.
“Come to bed,” he whispered against my lips.
I only have 1 more chapter to share from(though looking at how long it is, may end up breaking it into 2 chapters). I’m hoping that will give me enough to at least get through March. I may start sharing from the A-Z posts for April then, since I’m writing the next story as a serial for that. I’ll have more about that when I do the theme reveal post…sometime this month(have to check the schedule to see when that happens).
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.
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.