WIP Wednesday
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WIP Wednesday featuring Lynessa Layne
If I could hear him down there, he wasn’t up here. My feet raced to his door like the rest of me was an after-thought. Looking around myself, I shoved a chair under the knob to bide time. The pounding I heard was Elliot racing back up the stairs. I struggled into a shirt I found on his bathroom counter. He slammed against his bedroom door as I dashed again for the balcony but heard who must’ve been his night guard on the lower patio speaking frantic Spanish to someone else. I glanced at the window and saw a branch just outside. I shoved the window open as Elliot slammed…
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WIP Wednesday featuring Carson Mackenzie
Lily Wes. The name alone sent a jolt through my body. Wes Jennings had been seventeen when he and his father moved next door to us. He had shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes and sported the beginnings of a mustache and facial hair. Throw in that he rode a motorcycle, and it only added to the reason he was my first crush at the tender age of thirteen. After that, I imagined he probably starred in many young girls’ fantasies besides just mine. But he never once showed any interest toward me other than as the young girl who lived next door. Oh, if he saw me outside, he would…
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WIP Wednesday featuring Lenore Danvers
Mia looked at her reflection in the kitchen window, setting her frustration and nerves aside. She quietly headed into the living room, stopping at the door and taking in the sight of Zander tying his hoodie string sitting on the floor with his back to the couch. Nolan was in the same position next to him with a short length of rope in his hand. “Mr. Nolan, can you show me that again?” “Of course. Okay, you take the two ends, loop them. Yes, like that. Then, you twist the two and pull that through the neck.” Nolan’s hands moved slowly, demonstrating his words. “Like this?” “That’s perfect. You’d make…
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WIP Wednesday featuring TL Travis
“What the fuck!” Rhone yelled. Jordan and my heads shot toward the door so fast I thought we’d have whiplash. There Rhone stood, shooting daggers at us. His face was an ugly shade of red, not due to embarrassment. No, man, he was fucking pissed. Shit busted. With Rhone’s voice a hundred decibels higher than any man’s voice should be, of course, Ely heard and had to come and check out what was up. “What’s wr—” he froze, eyes locked on us. “You’re defiling our laundry!” he screeched. “My eyes! My eyes!” he repeated, burying his face in his hands as he took off. “Dude, no,” Rhone…
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Apologies and WIP Wednesday featuring Carly Spade
First let me make my apologies. The last 3 months my oldest son has been severely ill, but the last two weeks have been the worst. Jman needed my time and attention more than MBB (go ahead and say it, “Duh, Kris.”) so WIP Wednesday and Snippet Saturday got put to the side. However, I am happy to say after a week stay in the hospital my son is almost 100% better. Now I can make up for making y’all wait. So today, tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday I will be posting the amazing books and authors I had lined up. So I hope you stay turned in. Without further ado,…
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WIP Wednesday featuring Ann Edwards
Chapter 1 Zayn Ugh! I don’t remember ever partying as hard as we did last night. As soon as we got off stage, we started celebrating Tanner and Sofia’s engagement. Of course, it only got worse once Spotted Leopard joined in after their set. I am so glad we don’t have a concert tonight. I plan on spending the day sleeping this off. I get up and go to the bathroom. Grabbing a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, and popping a couple of pain relievers along the way. I no sooner get back in bed, getting comfortable, when I feel weight pressed against my back and an arm…
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WIP Wednesday featuring Katrina Marie
I’m not entirely sure what just happened. A moment ago, she was about to turn me down…I think. Actually, I’m sure she was going to say no. I know rejection when I see it. But something caught her attention. From the way her skin pales, it’s not a good thing. “Caroline?” Her eyes are wide when she turns in my direction. “He can’t see me here.” Then her cheeks turn a bright red. “Though that explains why he didn’t bother to pick up his son. Selfish son of a bitch.” She’s angry now. I don’t know what to do. Of all my time keeping drama out of the bar, I…
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WIP Wednesday featuring CJ Warrant
Brenna~ You know the last place I thought I’d be right now is bent over a ratty green couch being fucked in the back of a tattoo parlor on the south side of Chicago. I ignore Arnie, the tattoo artist slamming into me from behind. My attention is fixed on what’s between my fingers, a rusted blade coated in blow and my blood. As the tip digs deeper, piercing my thin skin of my inner wrist, I realize there is no turning back. No. There’s no turning back. The hell I call my life will cease to exist with one hard swipe of the blade and I’m glad for it.…