Weekend Writing Warriors

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I’m putting up the  whole first draft of chapter one of my current WIP, Slit Mouth, piece by piece. Links to the earlier paragraphs are at the bottom of the post.

I also have a question for those who have read the whole piece so far. My partner has been reading the story and has said that the first bit comes off as though the author is racist. So I’m asking if you get that impression or if it’s obvious that I’m trying to create an unlikable character?

In an effort to get a grip, Dave excused himself and went straight into his tiny kitchen to get drinks. Jesus, he was losing his shit. He stared at his trembling hands. Sarah’s betrayal had really done a number on him, hadn’t it. In his darkest moments he thought he might have bought it on himself. He’d been a pretty shit husband in those last few years, but there was no excuse for what she’d done. He may have been lazy and not around for her and the kids, preferring work and the club over family life, but he’d never cheated. Not once, though god knew he’d been tempted. Never as badly as now, with that little Japanese sweet thing out in his living room. Why was he freaked out? His stomach quivered with unease and his scalp prickled.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5    Part 6

Weekend Warriors

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Last week I gave you the opening lines of a new work in progress. I’ve decided to put the entire first chapter up over the next while. This is from Slit Mouth, Sentinels book 2. The first in the series, Black Aggie, has been accepted by Totally Entwined Group. I’ll let you know when it’s up for sale.

So here is paragraph two.

Dave fingered his ring finger, still not used to the missing wedding band, although the divorce had been finalized last week. If only his cheating ex wife, Sarah, could see him now. Screw her and her muscled gym instructor. That bastard didn’t have a patch on his sweet little geisha. He may have had a body any man would envy, but with those ears he gave Dumbo a run for his money. This Asian beauty was flawless. A wet dream on legs, sex on a stick. What had she said her name was again? Onna, wasn’t it? Man he couldn’t wait to be on her. Dave smiled at his private joke.

Weekend Warriors.

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These are the opening lines from a new horror/urban fantasy I’m writing. This is not my hero, but the first murder victim that triggers the story.

Daylight fades the evening darkness falls

Dave had always had a thing for Asian women. Like the petite beauty walking beside him. Man, she was a stunner, way out of his league. Tiny, childlike body swaying gently at his side. Pale shapely legs, bared beneath a short, flared skirt and long dark hair hanging in a thick ponytail down her spine. A schoolgirl fantasy made flesh. Why she’d picked him out at the bar was beyond him. He wasn’t anything special. A forty something, slightly tubby, slightly balding desk jockey.

Friday Foreplay.

I’m not that good at keeping things steady and my life seems to be a bit of a ride the waves experience. Ebbs and lulls, swells and silences abound. So I came up with the idea of doing a Friday posting of a snippet of my writing. This is a new thing to try to get me blogging a bit more regularly.  Lets see if it works.

Today I’m going to give you a few sentences from my current WIP. This story is as yet un-named, though the series is called Kith and Kin and is an urban fantasy.

Penny slammed her down, throwing his weight onto her. Her knees hit the boards with a resounding crack and pain stabbed up through her thighs.

“If you want to survive this night, stay fucking still and keep your mouth shut,” he said.

“Who is he?” she said.

Penny’s eyes narrowed and his fingers dug even more painfully into her skin.

“Someone higher up the food chain than you and no one you need to worry about right now.”

“He’s someone,” she said.

Penny shook her. “You’re not fucking listening to me. You have no idea how much danger you’re in.”

“It’s pretty obvious,” she snapped, glaring up at him. Anger crawled around her gut like a rabid dog. Her spine prickled, the animal clawing to get out and savage the big bastards throat.

Cover reveal. Scar Tissue.

My cover has arrived from Evernight! This is a fraught moment for me. If you’ve read earlier posts from me you might have caught on that I’m not a fan of the bodice ripping, heavy make up or overtly erotic cover, so waiting for a reveal can be a little tense. What am I going to get, will I hate it, how much will I hate it? 

As you can probably imagine, I opened the image with my breath bated and my eyes half shut. I needn’t have bothered! There is so much I like about my new cover. The colours and look follow on in theme from the first book in the series, which I’m thrilled about.

No nail polish, no bright red lipstick! My girl is a warrior, not a beauty queen. I love the tattoo, it’s primitiveness and the blending that makes it look like it belongs on his skin. The models they have used have caught the gritty feel of my characters. The backdrop is perfect, letting the reader know that they’re in for a darker read. I love that it’s obviously a romance and obviously paranormal. 

Sour Cherry design and Evernight Publishing. Thank you. I wouldn’t change a thing.

Weekend Warriors 6

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My sixth 8 sentence installment, well nine in this case, but I’m counting the dialogue as one because this snippet needs the last sentence. So, this is from my WIP, very early in the budding relationship between my two main characters. Hope you enjoy.

Just when she was thinking he might be…safe…he reached forward and dipped his finger in the blood and lifted it to his mouth. Her gut rolled when his tongue darted out and he tasted it. His jaw clenched and a subtle shudder ran through his body. Her panic was almost instantaneous and it was all she could do not to take a step away from him. Hell she wanted to run as fast and as far as she could. She forced herself to stand still, to not react to the fear hammering through her body.

“It’s human,” he said.

“Oh.” What was she supposed to say? Thanks for the info, dude, but could have lived without the visuals?

E-Book Give away-Lunacy and the Vampire.

Thanks to the wonderful April over at Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews you can now win a copy of Lunacy and the Vampire.

Here’s the link so you can enter. Good luck and if you win, enjoy!

http://literalhottiesnaughtybookreviews.blogspot.co.nz/2013/11/spotlight-giveaway-lunacy-and-vampire.html

Weekend Warriors 6

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It’s that time again. I love the eight sentence snippet game. This one is from my publised novel, Lunacy and the Vampire.

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lunacy-and-the-vampire-by-evie-jayne/

 She saw a flash of metal, and cold blood sprayed across her face. Cade staggered back, clutching his arm. Red seeped between his fingers. He threw back his head and roared.

“Aveon, you bastard!”

From the shadows Aveon laughed quietly. His eyes sparkled like blue stars. He raised his dripping sword and pointed it at Luna.

“Catch me if you can,” he said, before sprinting into the darkness.

 

Dominion

 

In the world of the Dominion,
which side you’re born
on defines who you are.

The world is not what you think. Beneath the skyscrapers with their glittering windows, the factories and their throngs of mortal workers and the streets of look-alike homes, lurk creatures you refuse to see.

The safe suburban life you lead is a lie. Your myths and nightmares are the truth.

From the shadows and hidden places we watch you, stalk you, feed on you.

 

Want to learn more?

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1771303433

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lunacy-and-the-vampire-by-evie-jayne/

 

Weekend Warriors 5

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From my current WIP

Don’t swallow. He forced himself to let go and spit the mouthful into the bowl he’d used to carry the first aid supplies. His whole body shook with the strain of controlling himself. Over and over he repeated the process. Latch, suck, spit. And then the taste changed, it got deeper, complex. A flavor that was both sweet and savory. Earth and magic and thunderstorms. Her taste, unmuted by revenant poison.

He tried not to, but… A mouthful of her blood slid down his throat and pooled in his belly.