Greetings and welcome to another edition of Weekend Writing Warriors– the blog hop that meets all of your literary titillation needs. Just click on the link to discover a host of amazing writers posting eight sentences from their work; published, unpublished and hot off the keyboard. I’m not sure if I’ll be posting next week as I’ll be in Seattle for the Gay Romance Northwest Meet-Up. If any other warriors are going to be there, maybe we could, like, meet-up!
Yes, I’m still inching ever closer to the exciting conclusion of this scene from To Catch a Threeve. At eight lines at a time, who knows, the book might be out before I get there. Just kidding. Actually only a few more posts to go. In last week’s exciting installment Constable Axel Blackwood finally caught the thief in a magical trap.
Suddenly the sneak stopped moving. Hunched in a tight ball, he started to mutter. This was what Axel had feared. He pounced and rapped him on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword. The man slumped, and Axel pressed one knee into his back. He had to dispel the magical net and replace it with real manacles before the thief had a chance to work any magic of his own.
He sheathed his sword as he whispered the words of release. When the dark lines of the net faded and slithered back into the ether, he searched the thief’s clothing for magical paraphernalia and weapons.
This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or copy & paste this address: http://www.wewriwa.com
Unofficial Blurb for To Catch a Threeve, release date October 28, 2014!
To Catch a Threeve is an m/m erotic fantasy that takes place in the medieval land of Lacknor. Constable Axel Blackwood catches a thief and is astounded to see that he closely resembles the love he lost seven years ago in an attack by the evil woodland folk known as threeves. He quickly realizes he’s fallen prey to dark magic, but can’t help becoming infatuated with his prisoner and is overwhelmed with the hope that he can at last bring his lost lover home. Bryn Darrow, the half-threeve, half human orphan sent to trick Axel and rob him of much more than a simple gem finds himself equally as fascinated with his handsome human captor and the lure of some place to call home, but believes that the constable is in love with a dangerous illusion.