Weekend Writing Warriors #35

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Bon jour and welcome to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors.  It’s NaNoWriMo time and I’m happily jumping from project to project, testing the fictional waters to see what holds my interest.  I’m currently working on a contemporary fantasy set in Seattle.  My hero, Terrance Grant, is a fifth generation jeweler. His life is pretty routine, all work and no play, until a mysterious man blows into his shop and commissions him to build a most unusual piece.  My eight today is from their initial meeting.

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No social skills, smelly, uncommunicative, just my type. Terrance was already mocking himself over his initial reaction. When not locked in the man’s penetrating gaze, he could see the whole picture and it wasn’t pretty. Roark wore heavy, lace up army boots encrusted with mud. The mass of hair was tied back with frayed string. The dingy coat was coming loose at the seams beneath his arms.

Relieved to be over his momentary attack of misplaced lust, he slid into the chair between the desk and the wall. Roark’s bulk blocked out most of his view of the store, but Terrance could see his uncle Gunther fussily wiping the water droplets off the display cases and reaching for the mop to wipe up Roark’s trail. This comforted him – the ordinary world went on, even if a most unordinary man had taken over the center of it.

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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

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Official Blurb for my newest release,  To Catch a Threeve ~ 

Release date October 28th

Now available!

Axel Blackwood catches a thief and is astounded to see that he closely resembles Liam Alloway, the love he lost seven years ago in an attack by the evil woodland folk known as threeves. Axel suspects he’s fallen prey to dark magic, but can’t help becoming infatuated with his prisoner. He’s overwhelmed with the hope that he can at last bring his lost lover home, despite everything that warns him it’s all a diabolical trick.

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 someplace to call home, but he knows deep down that the constable is in love with a dangerous illusion. When he’s commanded by the threeves to murder Axel and steal a witch’s powerful grimoire, he’s forced to decide between the only family he’s ever known and the one person who might rescue him from a life of isolation and pain.

Will Axel and Bryn be forced into a deadly confrontation before they can discover the truth?

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12 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors #35

  1. The first line had me lol-ing. Seems someone knows himself pretty well! Roark strikes me as a real Seattle type and Uncle Gunther cleaning up after him cracked me up. An intriguing beginning. Glad you’re enjoying NaNoWriMo!

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  2. “No social skills, smelly, uncommunicative.” At least he know who he is and the type of man he is drawn to. My favorite characters are the ones who know their flaws, their bad habits, their hang ups, etc. I really enjoy this piece. I can’t wait for more. 🙂

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