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WeWriWa: “Not Worth It”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m making progress on Hawk’s story, but I’m still going to share from Staring at the Sun through the end of this month. I have 10 sentences from a couple scenes after last week’s. Icarus and Cassie were out riding and stopped at the local grocery store where they ran into her estranged husband(who is not a nice guy). This is from the husband’s POV. Hartson/Grady = Icarus. henry= the husband

“Come on,” she said softly, “he’s not going to do anything to us. We’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Don’t be so sure, Cassandra. I’m going to take that gang down.”

Hartson looked about ready to snarl something at him again, but Cassandra gave his arm a little tug. Grady turned toward her, and Henry was taken by surprise at the warmth in his eyes. “Come on,” she said again, “we’ll go. He’s not worth it.”

Those words had the air rushing from his lungs, then a fire started to build inside him, but the two of them were already climbing back on the bike. They might be getting away today, but he would find a way to take them down; all of them.

Why does he have such a problem with Grady? Why does he call the Riders a gang? Is he going to cause trouble for them?

In some related news, I made up a cover for Dance with the Devil Friday. And I’ll be starting to post it to Wattpad next week. For now, here’s the cover and the summary I put up on Wattpad for it.

Damon, better known as Devil in his new life, has fought the enemy, but nothing has been a bigger battle than his feelings for his best friend, Hawk. Surrendering to them could mean losing his place with the Riders of Justice, more family to him than the one he was born into. And he isn’t sure he could take that.
But, finding a way to be together is a mission Hawk isn’t willing to retreat from. Will Devil have to choose between the man he loves and the family he’s made? Or will he be able to find a way to have it all?

Fiction Friday: Dance with the Devil – Cover Reveal

I know it’s been a while since I finished posting Come Back Down to Wattpad. Well, I finally have the next book, ready to start posting to Wattpad…next week. This week, though, I do have the cover to show you. If I ever do more with these than posting to Wattpad, I’ll be getting professional covers done. For now, these ones I make up on Canva work pretty well. Anyway, here’s Devil:

Next week, I’ll have Chapter 1 ready to share with you.

WeWriWa: Owed Him

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Today is my niece’s 14th birthday. Gah! That’s just hard for me to wrap my mind around. She was born my senior year of high school, and I can still remember holding this little thing and watching her as a toddler. So hard to believe she’s 14 now. And tomorrow’s Mother’s Day. Hope all the mothers have a wonderful day and anyone who the day is hard for, take care of yourself.

Anyway, for today I have more from Staring at the Sun. Last week Icarus and Trace were worrying over news they’d gotten and how they’d be able to keep Trace’s mom safe. Now, Trace is trying to assure his mom that they’ll be fine. I got creative with punctuation to make it fit. 😉

“He won’t get us,” Trace said, his voice firm. “You should know this by now. You’ve been here long enough to see that the club circles around us when there’s trouble. He won’t get through that to us; Dad won’t let him.”

Icarus had tried to tell her basically the same thing, and she wanted to believe him, both of them, but it was hard to trust in something she still didn’t completely understand.

Trace slid his arm around her shoulders. “We’ll be okay, Mom, I promise you.”

She still wasn’t sure she believed him, but she walked with him into the house. She’d pretend if it made him feel better. She owed him that much at least.

Who is it they’re so worried about? Will the club be able to keep them safe? Why does Cassie think she owes this to Trace(if you’ve read Into the Sun and Come Back Down, you’ll know that answer).

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).

A to Z: Z is for Zenith

Last time, we left Cassie and Icarus taking Henry down. And the state police showing up. Now, to what happens next for them.

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Cassie held on to Grady as he rounded another curve on his bike. They’d been back at the clubhouse for nearly a week now. She could hardly believe he’d let go of her at all in that time. They hadn’t discussed much of what had happened. Or what was going to happen next. They’d just held onto each other as much as they could.

The police had only held him for a few hours, until they could sort out everthing that had happened. Cassie was sure her statement had gone a long way to getting Grady released as soon as he was. And the reason Henry was still sitting in a cell, despite his connection to the sheriff. Hopefully he would not be getting out for a long while. If ever again.

Jake and Daniel were sitting in another cell as accomplices. She hoped they wouldn’t be getting out, either. But, when they did, they wouldn’t have jobs in the sheriff’s department any longer. She could at least be thankful for that. Whether the sheriff had known what they were doing or not, he couldn’t very well back them and come out looking very good.

She wrapped her arms a little tighter around Icarus. “You okay back there?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Very okay,” she told him.

She caught the edge of his grin before he looked back toward the road. She hung on to him as they took the final turn to the lookout point they’d gone to almost twenty years ago. She had some rather fond memories of the place.

Grady stopped the bike and she slid off from behind him. By the time she’d removed her helmet, he was off the bike and pulling a blanket and small basket of food out of one of the saddlebags. The cook from the clubhouse had put together some sandwiches and things for them. She grabbed the two bottles of water they’d brought along and joined him where he’d laid out the blanket.

When they finished eating, Cassie leaned back against him, covering the hand he had resting on her stomach. “I was going to quit,” he said.

“What?” She tried to turn toward him, but he held her in place.

“I was going to quit the club. Take you, Birdie and Trace if they wanted, and go find somewhere we could all find peace. Would you want me to do that?”

She couldn’t believe he was asking her that. “Why would you do that? That club is so much of who you are. And I’ve seen the good you do for people. Why would you just give that up?”

“That doesn’t mean anything if I constantly have to worry about who’s going to come after you. You’re what matters to me, Cassie.”

“And you matter to me. I love you, Grady. Whether you’re here with the club or we go somewhere else and you find another way to help people. That’s what you’ve always wanted to do, though. Even before. You can’t give up doing that.”

He hugged her a little tighter to him. “I guess we’ll stay then. All I want right now is to spend the rest of my life with you. That sound good?”

Warmth flooded through her, and she couldn’t tone down her smile. “That sounds perfect to me.”

He turned her toward him and took her mouth in a long kiss before laying her down on the blanket. Later, after watching the sun set, she climbed back on the bike behind him, and they headed back for the clubhouse. To their home. She knew this wasn’t the end. But, she was glad to have every moment she could with him. She wasn’t going to take another one for granted.

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And that’s it! I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I enjoyed taking you on it. There’s more in store for these characters. I should be starting to put Devil’s story(Dance with the Devil) up on Wattpad soon(you can read the first 2 stories there as well) and am just starting to write Hawk’s. I’m not sure whose will come after that.

WeWriWa: “Yell at Me”

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.

A to Z: Y is for Your Love

Last time, we left Icarus ready to go and rescue Cassie. And Chief reminding him of priorities. Today we’re back with Cassie. Will she be able to get away? Read on! We’re almost done.

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Cassie opened her eyes to light streaming through the window Wraith had climbed through the night before. There was no one there now, though, she could feel someone watching from the doorway. Henry, she realized turning her head slightly. Her mouth was dry, and her stomach ached. They hadn’t given her anything to eat or drink since they’d grabbed her. And now her heart sank, knowing Grady still wasn’t here for her.

He was coming. He had to be.

Henry sauntered into the room, and she tried to force her body up into a sitting position. She got herself somewhat braced against the wall, but that was about the best she could do without the use of her hands. “You ready to start begging for that forgiveness yet, Cassandra?”

“I don’t need your forgiveness, Henry. You should be the one asking for it. You took advantage of a scared young girl who found herself pregnant and no way to get in touch with the father. And you held it against me every day. My trust in you, what I thought might be love. You used it to hurt me. And to hurt my son. No, I won’t ever ask you for forgiveness, Henry. And I’ll never give you mine.”

He was in front of her in two strides. His hand shot out and her head bounced off the wall from the slap. “Do not ever speak to me like that again, Cassandra. I beat it out of you once. I’ll do it again. Don’t doubt it.”

“Oh, I never have,” she said, wiping the blood from her mouth on the shoulder of her shirt.

He turned and started to leave the room. But, Cassie heard the roar of engines down the street and propped herself up on her elbows. That had to be Icarus. If it wasn’t, she didn’t know what she’d do. Henry had apparently heard it too. He sent a glare over his shoulder at her. “I’ll take care of that. Once he’s gone, you won’t have any other option but to apologize and accept what I offer you.”

“Never,” she spit at him.

“You’ll see,” he said and started out of the room.

No, she wouldn’t. She knew taking care of it didn’t mean sending Grady on his way. He would never go without her. Not again. Which meant Henry likely planned to kill him or smehow have him arrested. No. She couldn’t let that happen.

Cassie rolled onto her side and twisted her wrist around. She could feel it slicked with blood. The ties had already dug into her skin. And she felt it catch. She couldn’t just give up, though. Grady wouldn’t give up on her. Cassie bit her lip as pain seared through her hands, but then one of them was sliding out. She let the ring fall away from her wrist and and pushed herself up on the mattress.

There wasn’t anything but the mattress in the room. Certainly nothing she could use as a weapon to help Icarus. She’d need to find something once she got out there. Henry had left the door unlocked, apparently thinking there was no way she could get free. She stepped out into the hallway, keeping an eye out for anything she could use. She found a heavy canister near the other end of the hallway. She almost dropped it but managed to hold on as she creeped forward.

“Let her go, Kearns.”

“Grady,” she murmured. That was his voice out on the front steps. He had come for her.

Henry just laughed. “You can’t actually think I’ll let you get your filthy hands on her again. She’s mine now, Hartson. You lost. Get used to it.”

“I haven’t lost anything. You will let her go. We have the state police waiting just down the road. If she doesn’t leave with us, it only takes one call, and they’ll be here to take you in on abduction charges and anything else they can find. I imagine they’re already at your house searching it for the drugs Trace told them about.”

Henry didn’t sound nervous when he laughed again. “Like I’m actually going to believe the state police are going to help a gang of outlaws like you.”

“You should. First we aren’t a gang or outlaws. And Eric Parnell still hs contacts in law enforcement. They believe what he tells them. And they’ll believe Cassie when she tells them you’ve held her against her will. Let her go now, and this won’t go so bad for you.”

“He’s right,” Cassie said, stepping forward. “I’ll tell them exactly what you’ve done to me and to Trace, Henry. I imagine you’d be lucky to make it out of prison. Especially if they knew what you’d done to a boy you raised as your son. Add in that you’re a cop, and I doubt you’d have any friends in prison. ”

Grady’s gaze snapped up to hers, and she could see the relief shine in his eyes. Henry jerked around to face her, his mouth falling open. “What are you doing? Put that damn thing down.”

“I will. If you let me go with him now.”

He laughed, and for the first ime it sounded a bit unhinged. “You can’t actually believe that will happen. I’ll never let you go again.”

The canister trembled in her hand but she raised it up. “I won’t stay. No matter what it takes, I will find a way to get away from you.”

“Get away from her, Kearns,” Grady yelled from just outside the door.

He didn’t though. Cassie swung the canister at him, knocking into his arm just as a shot sounded. She could barely hear Grady’s shout over the deafening echo. But, then he was at her side, holding onto her while still aiming his gun at Henry. Henry knelt on the ground, holding one wrist in his other hand. It seemed to be bent at an angle now.

“You’re all right?” Grady asked.

“I am now,” she said. “Your love had me holding on. I knew you wouldn’t let me go.”

“Never again,” he said, pressing a kiss to her mouth just before two state troopers pushed their way into the house.

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So what’s next? Do Cassie and Grady get to live happily ever after? One more scene to go.

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