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WeWriWa: “Brave or Smart”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story. It still doesn’t have an actual title. But, I’m making progress on it. Today’s snippet comes shortly after last week’s. They’ve found the guy they came to see, and he’s offered to get them out of there, hiding in the backseat of his truck. Needless to say, Devil is not fond of this idea.

“We don’t have to hide,” Damon said, “we’re not cowards.”

“And you’ll be a perfect target on your motorcycles. Do you want to be brave or smart, Damon?”

I squeezed Damon’s arm. “He’s right,” I said. “We’ll come back for our bikes later. Right now, getting Mr. Bentley safe is more important. If my father is that intent on killing me, I don’t want him or anyone else getting caught in the crossfire.”

“Why do you think it’s your father?” Damon asked.

Why does Hawk seem so sure about this? Will they get out of there? I’ll have the next little bit, and maybe some answers, next week. And if you want to see how Hawk and Devil(Damon) first got together, I have the first half of Dance with the Devil, up on Wattpad now.

 

Writing Wednesday: Coming to the End

The end of the round is technically tomorrow, so that’s when I’ll take a look at my round goals. But, today’s the last official check-in, so here I am with progress. A good bit of it at that. not much else to report really. It’s been a fairly laidback start to the week.

But, first, I’m sure some of you are here for WiPPet Wednesday. I’m working on By the Gun today. Words are coming a little slow, but at least they are coming. It’s a little hard to shift from yesterday’s fluffy Christmas story to today’s death and destruction. And I decided to switch to working on Hawk’s story(this will be novella #5 in my Riders of Justice series), one of my side projects. So, I’m actually going to share a snippet from that today. I have 9 paragraphs(6+2+1) from the end of the first chapter. I usually share from these stories for the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop so this may end up there soon as well.

His gaze shot past me to the truck, but Mr. Bentley hadn’t come out yet. He looked back at me. This was something we’d been trying to work past as well. He was mostly okay with the other Riders seeing us being affectionate, but with anyone else around, he reverted to his old state, of trying to pretend we were only friends.

I wish he never had to do that. But, I knew it could be hard to leave behind armor that had always done well protecting you.

So I held myself back from kissing him, even though I wanted to do it more than anything else at the moment. I couldn’t be the one to make the move. Damon just stared into my eyes, though.

Then, from the truck, Mr. Bentley shouted, “Jeez, boy, just kiss him already and put him out of his misery.”

I grinned even as Damon flushed a dark red. “Maybe you should listen to him,” I said. “He’s a wise, old man.”

“Hey!” Mr. Bentley shouted. “I heard that.”

He had to be at least in his seventies, probably closer to eighty, but he’d always hated being called old. Damon chuckled under his breath then leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly to mine. When he started to pull back, I grabbed his head. “You fucker. That’s just a tease,” I said and pulled him back to me.

We kissed until I heard Mr. Bentley say, “Damn boys. You know there’s no fan in here, and this place could go up like a tinderbox if you raise the heat anymore.”

I laughed and pulled back. Damon’s cheeks were still red, but he was grinning, too. And the tension between us, now that he knew Mr. Bentley was okay with us, had eased. We shouldn’t have a problem making it to when we could leave again and retrieve our bikes.

I love writing about these big, tough bikers(also both former Marines) who are totally gone over each other. 🙂

Plotting:

  • High on Your LoveBack stories, Plot summaries, Story Toolkit, Outline – Through Character Arc worksheet. Section 8/18
  • Jayla & CarisaPlot summaries, Story Toolkit, Outline – Through Romance Arc worksheet. Section 9/18

Writing:

  • Heart of Christmas(BC Security #3.5) – Add 8000 words – 8066/8000 words, 3944 words this week – I will still be working on this next week even though I’ve met the goal for the month.
    • He didn’t, but he didn’t see the point in arguing about it with Niall. He couldn’t argue that point with Declan either, seeing as he seemed to treat his stepdaughter as if she was his own blood. Not that Caelen would truly have any idea what that looked like. He didn’t scream at her, even when she’d done something she wasn’t supposed to. Hadn’t once raised a hand to her that Caelen had seen. And hadn’t walked out on her as Caelen’s own mother had done. Maybe that’s exactly what loving your own child looked like.
  • Still Burning(Hunter Family #4) – Add 10000 words – 6190/10000 words,
  • Not Meant to Be(Gilbert, Co #6) – finish 1st draft 
  • By the Gun – Add 8000 words – 4561/8000 words, 332 words this week
  • Side ProjectsAdd 9000 words between them – 11112/9000 words,  1592 words this week
    • Preggers – 335 words – That wasn’t what she wanted. Not unless Lyndi wanted to go with her. And she certainly wasn’t going to hold out hope for that.
    • Roman – 389 words – Tereza jerked away from him, nearly losing her balance. Roman wanted to reach out to steady her, but she obviously had a problem with him touching her. He would respect that. Instead of drawing attention to her reaction, he just took down three of the plates and set them on the counter for her and moved toward the cupboard containing glasses.
    • Midas’ Daughter – 340 words – Murray’s face had gone red at Flip’s comment, but his eyes looked worried. And for the same reason Flip knew he could never have anything with Calla, as much as he wished it. Mr. Midas wanted everyone single and wholly devoted to him.
    • Patrick & Sarah – 303 words – The man was awfully familiar with her, but she didn’t look happy with that fact. “I am not,” she insisted.
    • Hawk – 225 words – “Not gonna go run and hide, boys,” he’d said. “Haven’t done it once in my life. Not gonna start now.” So, he was probably opening the bookstore even now.

Editing:

  • Stained Blood – beta edits – edited Chapter 1/26(counting the epilogue as a chapter of its own).
  • Flames of Renewal – CP edits – still waiting, but I should have this soon.
  • In the Moonlight – Pre-revisions & 1st Revisions – This is done until I start the read through in July.
  • One Touch(formerly Snow White Twist) – Beta edits, Polish, & Submit – 10/10 chapters revised.
  • Dance with the Devil – Polish 6 chapters  – Polished 6/6 chapters

Reading:

  • Listen: 5 books – 3/5,  this week
    • The Mummy Case(Elizabeth Peters) – Started this Thursday. On Chapter 7/13
  • Read: 30 books – 22/30, 3 this week
    • Hiding Behind the Couch – Box Set One(Debbie McGowan) – Started this Sunday night. Picked it back up Thursday night. Read through Beginnings, Ruminations, Hiding Behind the Couch, & No Time Like the Present.  About 1/3 through The Harder They Fall. Finished 4/7
    • Full Disclosure(Kat Morrisey) – Started this Monday morning. It’s my CP’s second book, and I’ve been so looking forward to getting to it. This is about the third version of the story I’ve read, and I’d say it’s the best one. I finished reading it Monday afternoon and loved it.
    • Dangerous Attraction(Sidney Bristol) – Started this Monday evening. Finished it Tuesday afternoon. Enjoyed it.
    • Off Base(Annabeth Albert) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. Then I had to charge my kindle. Picked it back up closer to dinner time. Finished it Tuesday night. Really enjoyed this one.
    • Too Hot to Handle(Victoria Dahl) – Started this Tuesday afternoon while my kindle was charging. On page 50/312

WeWriWa: “Bullet in the Plaster”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, a blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story. This bit comes from a part I wrote for the Story a Day challenge in May using one of the prompts. I thought it would just be a silly little exercise, but it actually fit into the story and explained some things about Hawk and his dad. So, I kept it in there. Anyway, Hawk and Devil went to check on the old bookseller who took both of them in at one point, only to find the shop closed. So, they went to his house, and this picks up from there.

I saw a footprint in the dirt and jerked my gaze up toward the window. “Get down,” I shouted at Damon, lunging to the side just before the window shattered and something thudded into the wall behind me.

“What the hell?” Damon asked, staring at the bullet in the plaster of the wall.

I wondered the same thing. Except I was afraid I knew. But, I just couldn’t understand why. I didn’t think I’d ever run into my father again after he kicked me out. Or that he’d try to kill me. And actually put effort into it this time.

Was it really Hawk’s father shooting? Why would he do that? Will they get out of this mess? I have some of those answers already.

I also have Chapter 4 of Dance with the Devil up on Wattpad if you want to check that out.

WeWriWa: “In Tune”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story and probably will be for a while since I’ve only recently started it. Today I have the last 10 sentences from the first scene. They are going out to visit a man who took both of them in when they were younger and both of their families basically turned their backs on the boys.

We didn’t speak as we got ready to head out. This was one place we always seemed to be in tune with each other. The other was in bed. I glanced at Devil with that thought. He caught my gaze and gave me a wicked grin, as if his thoughts had been going to the same place.

I ducked my head and finished getting ready before swinging my leg over my bike. We pulled away from the garage and I led the way. It was good to be back out on the bike and not having to worry about enemies lurking, though even I knew that might not last.

Still, I’d take it while I could get it. Just like I’d take Devil for as long as he still wanted me.

Why does Hawk think Devil will stop wanting him? Are there still enemies lurking? Or possibly some new ones coming?

Also I have Chapter 3 of Dance with the Devil up on Wattpad now if you want to go check that out.

WeWriWa: ‘Become Hawk’

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Today I’m moving on to the next story in my Riders of Justice series. I’m still not too far into Hawk’s story(no official title) yet, but I’m going to start sharing from it anyway. For now, I have the first ten sentences of this:

I stopped next to my bike and looked back over my shoulder. The wind picked up the ends of my hair, brushing them along my cheeks. It reminded me of the way Devil often touched me.

My hair wasn’t exactly long, it didn’t reach far past my ears in the front and not even close to reaching my shoulders in the back. But, I knew my father would say I looked too much like a girl, and I needed to shave it all off.

It was what he’d said every time I had ever started to grow it out.

I cursed to himself and turned back to my bike. I didn’t know why my father had been on my mind so much lately. The man had made his feeling about me clear years ago, way before I’d become Hawk. We hadn’t had anything to do with each other since.

What are his father’s feelings about him? Why is it on Hawk’s mind? Do you hate Hawk’s father as much as I do?

And I posted Chapter 2 of Dance with the Devil to Wattpad on Friday. So you can check that out if you like.

Fiction Friday: Dance with the Devil – Chapter 1

I’ve finally got Chapter 1 of Dance with the Devil up on Wattpad. I plan to add a new chapter each week. Here’s the beginning of that chapter:

I rested both feet on the ground on each side of my bike while I waited for the light to change. I just wanted to go. Of course, we still had to follow all the rules of the road. I didn’t want to be flattened, or have my bike that way, so I held back the urge to twist the throttle and let go.

It wasn’t easy.

There was so much going on lately, and my head was full of chaotic thoughts. I usually didn’t stop long enough to let any of them take root, but they were now. God, I needed to go. Just go, as fast and as far as I could. Icarus and Bull were expecting us back within the hour, so I couldn’t even do that.

After what happened to Trace on his last patrol, I couldn’t blame them for keeping a tight rein on our patrol times. It still sucked donkey ass.

Hawk’s bike idled behind me, and that had the back of my neck prickling. I shouldn’t feel that way, shouldn’t let him get to me. I’d known him a long time, and I’d always been able to feel when his eyes were on me.

Like they were now.

I shifted on my seat, keeping my gaze focused on the light, waiting for it to turn green. I ignored the buzzing phone in my pocket and everything but that light. If only the electricity I felt from Hawk could be as easily tuned out.

Finally. 

I twisted the throttle and shot through the intersection the moment the light changed. I heard the roar of Hawk’s bike behind me and something moved through me, knowing he was back there.

Stop it.

I couldn’t feel those things for Hawk. It couldn’t be. That’s all there was to it. We’d get back to the clubhouse, and we’d make our reports, then we could go our separate ways. It was the best way to keep peace in the club. None of them had to know the truth. We were only a couple guys who knew each other from the military. That was why Hawk helped me get into the club.

If they knew the truth, probably neither of us would be allowed to stay.

If you want to read the rest of the chapter, you can head over here and find it in its entirety.

Story a Day: Day 11 – “Mysterious Situation”

I pulled into the small parking lot behind the bookstore and waited for Damon to join me. I took my helmet off as his motorcycle stopped next to mine. He eyed the windows of the store then looked back over at me. “Doesn’t look like he’s here today.”

“He said he would be,” I said, but he was right. It didn’t look like Mr. Bentley had opened the store today.

Sure enough when I walked to the door, it was locked. I glanced to the other end of the lot, where the small house sat. The rusty old pickup sat in front of the garage. It looked like he was home at least. “Maybe he’s just running behind,” I said.

But, Damon stayed tense next to me even as we headed toward the house. “This doesn’t feel right, Hawk,” he said.

“Devil, I’m sure…” But, then I felt it, too. It started as a sensation at the back of my neck, the hairs standing up slightly. I’d spent too many years trusting my instincts to start ignoring them now.

I glanced around at the surrounding houses, all in good repair. Mr. Bentley’s old truck was the only thing that stood out, everything else was taken care of, kept in almost perfect shape. Mr. Bentley stood out in the neighborhood, too. But, it had never bothered him. Few moved around the sidewalk, but it was still early.

I moved closer to the front door, my hand sliding in under my vest. maybe we were both being paranoid, but I’d rather be prepared than be taken off guard. Again.

The front door stood ajar, and it had my muscles tightening. Something was definitely not right here. I hit the doorbell, but there was no sound of anyone moving around inside. “Go to the back door,” I told Damon. “I don’t like this.”

I could tell he didn’t like the idea of us splitting up, but if someone else was in there, it would be better for us to come in from different points. he did understand that, even if he didn’t like it. I waited for him to get into position before pushing the door open.

“Mr. Bentley,” I called. “It’s Hawk. Gavin,” I corrected, since he’d never called me by my road name.

Nothing seemed to be out of place as I headed into the living room. I saw Damon coming down the hallway toward me, shaking his head. He hadn’t seen anything on his way through. Then, I noticed dirt scattered over the rug and just to the right, the pot that had been overturned, a plant crushed beneath it.

I saw a footprint in the dirt and jerked my gaze up toward the window. “Get down,” I shouted at Damon, lunging to the side just before the window shattered and something thudded into the wall behind me.

“What the hell?” Damon asked, staring at the bullet in the plaster of the wall.

I wondered the same thing. Except I was afraid I knew. But, I just couldn’t understand why. I didn’t think I’d ever run into my father again after he kicked me out. Or that he’d try to kill me. And actually put effort into it this time.

“Basement,” I told Damon. “See if Mr. Bentley’s there then we need to get out of here.”

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I’ll explain once we’re safe. First we need to find Mr. Bentley.”

As I’d suspected, he was in the basement, sitting on a wooden chair. When he saw me, he jumped up. “Oh good. I heard him trying to get in and came down here. I hoped you’d find me first.”

“It was a trap. Come on, we need to get out of here.”

He nodded and hurried for a door at the side of the room. “My truck’s ready to go. You two can hide in the backseat.”

“We don’t have to hide,” Damon said. “We’re not cowards.”

“And you’ll be a perfect target on your motorcycles. Do you want to be brave or smart, Damon?”

I squeezed Damon’s arm. “He’s right,” I said. “We’ll come back for our bikes later. Right now, getting Mr. Bentley safe is more important. If my father is that intent on killing me, I don’t want him or anyone else getting caught in the crossfire.”

“Why do you think it’s your father?” Damon asked.

“Did I ever tell you he was trained as a sniper?”

“No.”

“Well, he didn’t always take jobs that were…authorized. Why not take one that would get rid of the son he’s always hated?”

Now, it was Damon who squeezed my arm. I glance d around as we came out of the garage, but I didn’t see anything. So, we got in the back seat of the truck. In a way, I hoped I was right about my father. Otherwise that meant there was someone else out there who hated me enough to kill me.

Damon’s hand pressed against my hip. And I realized it didn’t matter who it was. As long as he only came after me and not anyone else I cared about. Especially not Damon.

Losing him might be enough to kill me anyway.

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Day 11 of Story a Day. This one I used some of my characters from my Riders of Justice series. I’ve just started Hawk’s story, and this fits pretty neatly into where it’s headed. Devil & Hawk are the road names Damon & Gavin go by, but Hawk often calls him by his real name, especially in his thoughts(also in more intimate moments).

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