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Weekend Writing Warriors #28
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 Just click on the link to discover a host of amazing writers posting eight sentences from their work; published, unpublished and hot off the keyboard.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.
Weekend Writing Warriors #27
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.
Weekend Writing Warriors #26
Greetings fellow Warriors and Readers and welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop. I hope you all appreciate my sacrifice this weekend. Yesterday, a bee stung me in the derriere, but today I gallantly sally forth to the keyboard in order to bring you another snippet! (Pats self on back, rearranges ice pack.) I’m continuing with excerpts from my upcoming release, To Catch a Threeve, because, gosh darn it, we need some closure before I turn to other things. Don’t worry, the culmination of all this sneaking, creeping, spell casting and trap setting is quickly approaching.
Last week the stalker made his move and attempts to steal the gemstone from Axel’s saddlebag, which Axel had placed on the ground near where he pretended to sleep. Axel speaks (shouts) first:
“Don’t move, by god, or I’ll—”
Too late. The thief was already in motion. He leapt straight over the startled form of Drummond, who roused slowly and groggily.
Axel shouted at him as he ran past, “Thief!”
“Wha-?”
Axel didn’t have time to see how Drummond fared for his prey sprang like a buck into the trees, agile and lithe. If not for the traps Axel had set he’d be as good as gone.
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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.
Weekend Writing Warriors #25
Welcome to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors. I missed last week because I was off on holiday, which was great and all, but I’m looking forward to catching up with the fantastic stories I’ve gotten hooked on. Hope nothing too exciting happened while I was away!
I’m continuing with To Catch a Threeve. Axel is pretending to have fallen under the sleep spell as the sneak approaches their camp.
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Axel’s neck itched and his sword hand cramped as the footsteps circled round and the man stopped between Axel and Drummond’s snoozing form. Though he dared not look, Axel guessed he was lightweight. No Drummond sort could move so quietly over the dried twigs, or even an Axel sort. The mint and larkspur scent had faded and the tang of acrid sweat now tinged the air.
Not until a hand brushed the leather pouch did he dare open his eyes a thin crack. A figure in a dark cloak stooped over the bag, hood covering his head. Only long, slim fingers were visible as they worked the large buckle. Axel braced himself, called on his dearly departed father for divine aid and sprang to his feet, sword in hand.
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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.
My Sexy Saturday #3 ~ Blood of Salar
Time for another play date with the writers of My Sexy Saturday. Wether you’re a reader, writer or both, there’s plenty of steamy fun to be had by clicking the link and checking out the amazing selection of excerpts. Writers of sizzling hot fiction will share either 7 words, 7 lines or 7 paragraphs from one of their works. This week’s theme is “what happens after you say The End?” Well, I haven’t written any sequels yet except for the next novella in the Masters & Mages series. Currently titled Blood of Salar, I’m a tad reluctant to reveal too much about what’s happened to our heroes, so I thought I’d offer 7 sentences designed to wet your appetite.
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From Blood of Salar, sequel to my current release, Touch of Salar:
“I beg you to be supremely careful. No more nude dips alone at night, please.”
“It worked out well tonight.”
“But I won’t be here the next time. I wish you’d let me protect you.”
“I can’t leave, not yet. You know that.”
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About Touch of Salar
In a world ruled by tyrannical kings and fickle gods, the young monk M’lan finds himself at the center of royal intrigue as his healing powers attract the attention of his superiors. When he learns the handsome warrior whose body he’s tending to is not only a noble, but a king’s assassin, any attachment to him might prove fatal. Despite the danger, he can’t stop himself from falling in love. Can he risk the abandon of passion when a slip of the tongue might force his lover to execute him?
Major Jamil Jarka comes to the temple with one intention—heal his wounds so he can return to the fight against the rebellion. When the monk assigned to him turns out to be stunningly attractive, he sees this as a pleasant distraction, no more. But soon he finds himself becoming obsessed with M’lan and is torn between the fear of betrayal and the lure of love.
Sinister forces strive to turn the monk and the warrior against each other—a conflict neither will survive if they cannot trust their lives to love and the healing power of Salar.
Alexis Duran 