Greetings and welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors. The rains have come, and my writer self is very happy to have a cold, wet Sunday to hunker down by the glow of computer and read all the wonderful snippets being shared. Six months from now, I’ll be less enamored of the rain, but for now, I’m in my happy place.
I’ve been sharing from my new WIP, tentatively titled Prowl. It’s a cozy gay shifter romance mystery (Yes, all those genres squeezed into one package) and my hero is Jacqui, a fashion-designer and cat shifter who has a knack for sticking his whiskers where they don’t belong. Last week, I left him standing on his apartment balcony, considering a shift and a prowl through the neighborhood.
Jacqui made the mistake of looking down, letting his gaze wander across the street to where a moving van had recently been parked.
Jacqui had a new neighbor.
Jacqui’s new neighbor was Wyatt West, the new deputy sheriff in town. Yes, Jacqui had played around with the name in an endlessly juvenile fashion as he fantasized about Wild Wild West with the broad shoulders, lean waist, auburn hair, amber eyes and a crooked smile that made Jacqui’s heart do a little squeezey thing, leaving him breathless. How wild was West, Jacqui couldn’t help but wonder?
So they’d never spoken. Minor detail, didn’t matter. Until this weekend Wyatt West of the exceptionally hot body was a live aboard, a local brand of lunatic who lived on a sailboat surrounded by fucking water. Jacqui wasn’t about to go sniffing around a mental case like that.
This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten 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 use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com