An excerpt from my soon to go to editor latest Work in Progress #amwriting
I've been working on a stand alone story that exploded into a trilogy. As soon as I finish book 3 - book 1 will be sent off to the editor. I want to make sure I haven't left any hanging plot points. I don't plot - I'm a panster.
This has been a fun book to write. I am going to miss the characters when I finished. But maybe my memory will improve as so many people won't be running around in my head, taking up space.
Book with No Name - it actually gets its name Thursday - drop back a find out what it'll be.
Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep then splattered drop by drop against the bar floor.Dairen frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn't remember getting hurt. But that might be because he'd had too many vodka shots.Expensive gold infused vodka.An order, snapped out in Thai, ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze.Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched. "Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them."A shrill female scream. A gun shot. Silence.That'd be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn't the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her than performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused.There are guys with guns out there. Darien stretched his neck and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng. Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left, lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the remembrance of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Glass. Shards of it were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He'd walked behind the private club's bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. And then he was on the floor looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his wound. The bleeding had stopped.Okay, so he wasn't gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his ass outta here. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?Voices interrupted his thoughts. The tones were panicked or angry and the speed was too fast for him to catch and translate, although he did understand the meaning of the three rapid gunshots and a short groan.The door at the opposite end of the bar, leading to the kitchen swooshed as someone pushed it open.Gunfire and loud screams sounded from the kitchen. The door swung open again. Darien translated the shooters words, "Nobody alive in there. I'll check the offices upstairs."Darien slid back, trying not to disturb the glass. He did his best not to yelp when a sharp edge sliced through the skin on his knee. With deliberate movements, he backtracked the length of the Black Dragon's bar. He squatted then peeked around the end, three men stood with their backs to him. Dressed in black pants and muscle shirts, each one held an assault rifle. A bleeding sun tattoo was visible on one attacker's shoulder. Daeng Arthit Triad. Not good. So not good. He looked forward. The kitchen door was six feet away. Six feet of wide-open, easily visible space. Darien sighed. It might as well be six inches or a mile. He couldn't risk it. Wouldn't. He didn't want to get shot.He shifted his weight off a knee that was pressing on a piece of shattered bottle. What the fuck, dude? You're gonna die if they find you. Better to be running for your life than just lay here and let 'em kill you. That was the logical side of his head's opinion. The chicken shit side said, Stay here. Stay down. You're safe.
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This has been a fun book to write. I am going to miss the characters when I finished. But maybe my memory will improve as so many people won't be running around in my head, taking up space.
Book with No Name - it actually gets its name Thursday - drop back a find out what it'll be.
Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep then splattered drop by drop against the bar floor.Dairen frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn't remember getting hurt. But that might be because he'd had too many vodka shots.Expensive gold infused vodka.An order, snapped out in Thai, ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze.Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched. "Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them."A shrill female scream. A gun shot. Silence.That'd be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn't the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her than performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused.There are guys with guns out there. Darien stretched his neck and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng. Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left, lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the remembrance of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Glass. Shards of it were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He'd walked behind the private club's bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. And then he was on the floor looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his wound. The bleeding had stopped.Okay, so he wasn't gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his ass outta here. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?Voices interrupted his thoughts. The tones were panicked or angry and the speed was too fast for him to catch and translate, although he did understand the meaning of the three rapid gunshots and a short groan.The door at the opposite end of the bar, leading to the kitchen swooshed as someone pushed it open.Gunfire and loud screams sounded from the kitchen. The door swung open again. Darien translated the shooters words, "Nobody alive in there. I'll check the offices upstairs."Darien slid back, trying not to disturb the glass. He did his best not to yelp when a sharp edge sliced through the skin on his knee. With deliberate movements, he backtracked the length of the Black Dragon's bar. He squatted then peeked around the end, three men stood with their backs to him. Dressed in black pants and muscle shirts, each one held an assault rifle. A bleeding sun tattoo was visible on one attacker's shoulder. Daeng Arthit Triad. Not good. So not good. He looked forward. The kitchen door was six feet away. Six feet of wide-open, easily visible space. Darien sighed. It might as well be six inches or a mile. He couldn't risk it. Wouldn't. He didn't want to get shot.He shifted his weight off a knee that was pressing on a piece of shattered bottle. What the fuck, dude? You're gonna die if they find you. Better to be running for your life than just lay here and let 'em kill you. That was the logical side of his head's opinion. The chicken shit side said, Stay here. Stay down. You're safe.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions2 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup3 - Thursday 13 #Thurs134 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets5 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday6 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday7 – Author Spotlight – Layna Pimentel - A Sinful Education8 - Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Sweet Spot9 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup10 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1311 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets12 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday13 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday14 – Author Spotlight –15 – Author Spotlight – Kelsey Karson - Temptation, a Stepbrother romance16 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup17 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1318 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets19 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday20 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday21 – Author Spotlight – Archer Kay Leah - A Question of Counsel22 – TransCanada Romance Writers Spring Blog Hop23 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup24 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1325 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets26 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday27 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday28 - Author Spotlight –29 – Author Spotlight - 30 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup31 - Thursday 13 #Thurs13
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