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WeWriWa: “They Have Him”

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.

WeWriWa: “Usually Spot-On”

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.

WeWriWa: “Gladly”

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.

Gladly.

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).

WeWriWa: Next Move

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. 😀

WeWriWa: “Hold Our Place”

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.

WeWriWa: “No Need”

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.

WeWriWa: “Good Boy”

Welcome back for another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. Last week, I left Devil refusing to take any pain medication after he’d been beat up pretty bad. A lot were wondering why he wouldn’t just take them, so here’s a little look into what’s going on his head. This picks up right after last week’s:

I started to laugh, but it ended in a groan, and I fell back against the bed.

“Take the damn pills,” she said, repeating Bull’s words. “I’ll dole them out to you on a schedule if it makes you feel better, but either way, you aren’t your brother. Taking them when needed isn’t what turns you into an addict.”

I still hesitated. I might not be my brother, but there was no way to know that I didn’t have that same thing in me that had made him an addict. Since the first time Andy had gone down that path, I’d avoided taking anything I didn’t have to.

But, Medusa held the pills out until I finally took them from her hand. I still hesitated, but when she didn’t move away, I set them in my mouth and downed them with the water she held out to me, too.

“That’s a good boy.”

I’m getting really close to finishing this story. On the final battle, so just need to get through that and the end. But, I’ll keep posting from this one at least through March, since I’ll be writing the next one for the A-Z Challenge in April.

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