Greetings and welcome to another edition of Weekend Writing Warriors.  I might not be objective about this, but I think WWW is one of the funnest, most diverse fiction sharing hops around.  I hope you take the opportunity to check out some seriously awesome writers by clicking on the linky-loo there and continuing the journey, eight sentences at a time.

Things are getting steamy here this week as I continue with snippets from To Catch a Threeve. Last week Constable Axel Blackwood was stunned when the thief he’d just nabbed turned out to be – maybe – the long lost love of his life, Liam Alloway.

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Axel reached up to brush it away, to get a better look. When his hand touched the smooth cheek, the man grabbed Axel’s shirt and dragged him forward into a rough kiss.

For the blink of an eye, Axel’s brain resisted. Liam was dead. This was a thief in the night, not his lost love. Then his body responded to the press of moist lips to his, and logic vanished quicker than fog in sunlight.

And it was like a sunrise, the heat that surged through his body and a delectable, crazy joy that teased every corner of his being. Liam!

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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 To Catch a Threeve ~ Release date October 28th ~

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?

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.

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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.

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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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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.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors Blog Hop– I hope everyone had a great holiday weekend.  I spent mine battling blackberry bushes and running from angry bees. Much fun was had by all! This weekend I’m in California, but I hope I can still visit and comment on everyone’s posts- I always hate to miss anything.

I’m continuing with excerpts from To Catch a Threeve, which will be released in October.  Last week the thief finally made his move. Perhaps not surprisingly, he didn’t Halt when Axel ordered him to, so now there’s a very exciting chase scene going on. Hope you enjoy it.

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Axel crashed blindly through the thick undergrowth, leaping logs, stumbling over fallen branches and getting slapped in the face with swinging limbs full of prickly pine needles. The sneak outpaced him and Axel could barely keep him in sight.

As the thief approached the creek, Axel shouted, breathless, “Kill la moora, hoc!” The flash pebbles burst open sending out stunning bursts of fire. The thief barely slowed, jerking sideways from the light display and straight into the sticky lines of magical netting Axel had cast earlier.

“Great Tree of—” the sneak cursed, dragged to his knees by the weight of the lines, which once broken sought to cling to the earth. Axel caught up and stood over him, bending at the waist with his hands on his thighs, sucking air. His catch thrashed against the tightening lines.

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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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Unofficial Blurb for To Catch a Threeve, unofficial release date October 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.