Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Today is my and my husband’s 11th anniversary. We’ll be dropping the kids with his mom later today, doing some shopping, and eating dinner. Next weekend we’re going out of town for a motorcycle rally with the club we ride with(kids will be staying with my mom for that). For now, I have the next bit of Hawk’s story for you. I skipped a couple paragraphs ahead as Hawk starts his story.
I could have lost him yesterday, and I was sure he was thinking the same of me. Neither of us wanted to be so close to that happening again. “Why do you think it’s your dad?” Icarus asked. “Why would he do something like that?”
That was something I couldn’t decide on an answer for. “I could be wrong,” I said, “maybe I am. But something about it felt so familiar. He liked to set up a scene in preparation for his target. I never understood it. Well, the one time I followed him and saw just what he did.”
And I got Chapter 5 of Staring at the Sun posted to Wattpad yesterday, so you can check that out if you’d like.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to read. I had a bit of a rough start getting back into the swing of things after Labor Day weekend, but I did manage to get there. And now it’s time to share a little more of Hawk’s story with you.
That caused an uproar around the table. I felt Damon’s arm tense where it rested against me, but we both waited until everyone settled down. Then, from the end of the table, Chief said, “Have a seat, boys. Get some breakfast before you work through the tale.”
“I don’t know if I can do it on a full stomach,” I admitted.
I caught Wraith’s eye from where he sat down near the other end of the table next to Medusa. He’d been my sponsor into the club, and he knew some of my story. But, not all of it. Even he didn’t know about my father’s past.
Just what is in his father’s past that makes Hawk think this was him? Will he be able to tell the story? Will they believe him? I’ll have more next week.
And here’s the next chapter of Staring at the Sun, if you’re following along with that.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. It’s Labor Day weekend here, and also Sunday is my son’s 7th birthday. So, it’s quite a weekend. But, for now I have more of Hawk’s story to share with you. Today, I have the next 8 sentences from what I shared last week:
I felt Damon come up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back. If I was going to talk about this, it was good to have him there.
“You know we do, brother. No matter what it is,” Icarus said. Down the table, Bull and Smoke nodded their heads as well.
I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. “It’s my father,” I said. “Yesterday he tried to kill me.”
How are they going to react? How much will Hawk tell them? What will they do?
And I also posted Chapter 3 of Staring at the Sun, if you’re wanting to catch up on that.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve got a busy weekend ahead: niece’s 9th birthday party today and my son’s 7th birthday party tomorrow(his birthday is actually 9/3, but we decided not to have the party over Labor Day weekend). After this weekend, our social interactions should fall off until Thanksgiving and Christmas. There’ll be some, but not quite as many. Thank goodness(I am so not a social person). Anyway, you’re here today to read more about Hawk(I really need to come up with a title for his story). For today, I have the first 10 sentences of Chapter 2.
We got a problem,” I said as we walked into the clubhouse.
Icarus was the first to look up. Cassie sat right next to him at the table. Trace and Birdie were right next to them, practically sitting on top of each other. She’d taken some of the ramrod stiffness out of his backbone. It was a good look for him.
I jerked my gaze back to Icarus. “Club business?” he asked.
“Personal for the moment. But, you’ve said before that when one of us has a problem, the club will have our back.”
Just how much will Hawk tell them? Will the club have his back? What will they do?
And I have Chapter 2 of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad, if you want to check that out.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Today I’m picking up pretty much where last week’s snippet left off. I cut out two sentences between and got creative with punctuation to get to the end of the scene.
“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.
Will they be able to get their bikes? What are they going to do about the danger out there? Are they ok now? I’ll have more next week.
I also got the first chapter of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad this week, so you can check that out if you’d like.
Welcome back for another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. We have a much more laidback weekend here than the last one. I’ll savor that for now since the next couple won’t be as much. But, after Labor Day, things usually calm down social-wise. At least until the holidays. But, I’m sure you’re here for more of Hawk’s story. so, here’s the next bit. This follows right after last week’s.
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.”
Will Damon kiss Hawk already? Will it get easier to leave behind that armor? What is going to happen next? I should have at least one of those answers for you next week.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I have another snippet from Hawk’s story. This picks up right after last week’s. I got rather creative with the punctuation to make it all fit.
For as long as I’d known him, that store had been the one thing he cared for most. How could he say it didn’t matter now? It had been my safe place when I was a teen, a refuge away from my father’s rages. He’d just abandon that now?
I opened my mouth to argue, but Damon put his hand on my thigh, derailing my train of thought. My body instantly reacted to his touch, and I saw his mouth curved up, but, his voice was serious when he said, “Bentley’s right. He could be used against us. I can’t see you in that position again, Gavin, I just can’t.”
My chest cracked open at his words; I knew we both still had nightmares even though it had been months since the Ivory Crows had used me as bait against him. They’d known exactly how he’d react when he found out I was in danger, and he hadn’t disappointed them; it had nearly gotten us both killed.
Are they going to get into another situation like that? Will Bentley abandon the shop?
And I have Chapter 8 of Dance with the Devil up on Wattpad. So, you can check that out if you’re so inclined.