Book With No Title on Wip It Up Wednesday #wipitup #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

So this is an actual WIP. It has no name. It is affectionately known as The Book with No Title.  I've been trying to write it for 2 years. I slammed into a wall and am stuck.  I wrote FL.E.S.H. and Braced For Impact while trying to break through whatever the problem is.

So I thought to myself - cause that's who I think to - post it here and then I can look at it from a different view and maybe figure out what the heck the problem is.

So without further ado - here is the opening of Book With No Title (BWNT)


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 there. 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, but he understood 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.



 Just so you have a visual - this is the photo I've been using for Darien.



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