WIP It Up Wednesday and Book with No Name #wipitup

First off - I'd like to apologize for not getting to anybody's posts last week- last Wed was stupid crazy - Thurs was mildly crazy and then I just plain forgot.

What's happening today - continuation of last week - Darien is still on the run from a shooting at a bar. The story takes places in Bangkok, Thailand.



Sukhumvit was one of the busiest shopping streets in Bangkok. A perfect place to get lost in a crowd. But at two-thirty in the morning, the crowds were thinning. The few tourists stumbled toward their expensive hotels. The last of the street booths were closing up. Food vendors held out plates, trying to nab a hungry drunk. Darien's stomach flipped, warning him against any thoughts of purchasing one of the tantalizing meals.Crossing the invisible line from upscale to seedy, relief filled Darien at the welcome sight of the massive, garish neon Purple Peacock sign. He'd made it this far and only once did he catch a policeman's brief eye. He headed toward a shiny, black Lamborghini Aventador parked in a dark corner. He tried to stand causal and look like he was digging for his keys. If anyone stood too close they'd see his hands and legs were trembling. Definitely not good if one was supposed to be driving a supercar home.A van screeched to a halt in the parking lot. The doors flew open. Four men dressed in black with assault rifles jumped out of the opening."Oh, shit!" Darien dropped down behind the Aventador's fender. The image of those men and their rifles was burned in his memory. Had they tracked him here? Why him?Gunfire, shattering glass and angry car alarms filled the night air. He squeezed his eyes tight and pressed his hands against his ears. Cringing, pulse pounding, he waited for what he wasn't sure. What would being shot feel like? Would it kill him instantly and he'd never know it? Or would he be wounded and left to bleed out? Why were they after him?Nothing made sense.With his head pounding from the strain, he peeled his eyelids open. No one stood nearby. He dropped to the ground and looked under the Lamborghini. Duh! Supercar. Four inch clearance. Can’t see much. He inched forward on his belly and peered around the bumper. No one in the parking lot. Gunshots and screams resonated from inside the club. Awesome. The attackers weren't after him. At least he had a chance. He turned and crawled to the back bumper. Keeping low, he snuck from car to car. The van was empty. He straightened and exited the parking lot, raced across the street, ignoring the sound of squealing brakes and angry horn blasts.He needed to get away. He needed to get distance from the club. His shoulder smashed against someone. A man? A woman? He didn't know and didn't care. 



What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions
10 - Thursday 13 #Thurs1311 – Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets12 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday13 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday14 – Author Spotlight – Lindsay Detwiler - Without You15 - Author Spotlight – Shiloh Saddler - Private Pleasure16 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup17 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1318 – Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets19 – December Treats Blog Hop Dec 19 to Dec 2520 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday21 – Author Spotlight – Faye Avalon - First Beast22 – Author Spotlight – Jenna Jaxon - A Kiss Beneath the Mistletoe23 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup24 – Blog closed - Christmas25 – Blog Closed Christmas26 – Blog Closed Christmas27 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday

28 – Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse - Properly, Or Not At All29 – Author Spotlight – Anna Everett - The Spirit of Christmas Past30 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup31 – Blog closed – New Years Eve