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.
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 it still doesn’t have a title. I’ll have to come up with one eventually. But, for now, I have the beginning of the next scene(minus the first 3 sentences because I couldn’t make it all fit).
“You can pull off up here,” I told him as Devil sat up beside me. “There’s a place we can take shelter until dark, then we’ll go back for our bikes. You should probably get back and open the store.”
Mr. Bentley shook his head. “I am not a fool, boy. If that was your father, and I’m not doubting you, I’ve known him longer than you have, he’ll be waiting for me to show up. He’ll wait for me to lead him to you, if that’s really what he’s wanting. I won’t do it. The shop can rot for all I care. You’re what’s important.”
The question is: was it really Hawk’s father? What do they both know about him that makes them so sure? Will they be safe for the moment at least?
And I got Chapter 7 of Dance with the Devil posted if you want to get caught up on that.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m back this week with another snippet from Hawk’s story. Last week, we left Hawk and Devil in possible danger, and trying to decide how to get out of it. This picks up immediately after last week’s and is the last 10 sentences of the scene(with a few punctuation adjustments to get it to fit).
“Did I ever tell you he was trained as a sniper?”
“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 glanced 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.
So is it Hawk’s father? Why does he hate Hawk so much? Will they get away without more trouble? I’ll have more for you next week.
And I have Chapter 6 of Dance with the Devil up, 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. 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.
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.
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.
Welcome to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. This is going to be the last snippet I share from Staring at the Sun. Icarus and the other Riders have gone to face Henry and try to get him to stop harassing them. But, he’s not giving in that easily and has a surprise for Icarus. He’s just told them that his men are holding Cassie somewhere “safe”(nowhere around Henry is safe, but still). Icarus does not want to believe him.
“You really want to test that theory? If I turn up dead, my men know exactly who to go after, and you’ll end up in a cage again, exactly where you belong. So, either way, you won’t see her again, but if you walk away now, everything else will be forgotten between us.”
“Don’t believe him, Dad,” Trace said, drawing himself up beside Icarus. “I don’t think he’s lying about Mom, but he wouldn’t just let us ride away and forget about this.”
Icarus knew the truth of that, but he didn’t see what other option he had, and he was still hoping Henry was bluffing. He motioned for the other men to fall back, but didn’t turn around until he was right on the edge of the yard. When they were at the bikes, he ignored the clamor of voices, took out his phone, and dialed a number. “Chief,” he said, his voice trembling, “tell me he’s fucking with me.”
“I’m so sorry, Grady.”
Why is Chief sorry? Did they get Cassie? Will Icarus be able to save her if they did?
Also, I started posting Dance with the Devil to Wattpad on Friday. I have Chapter 1 up and plan to put up one chapter a week until it’s all there.