Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors!
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Sorry for my two week absence. Two weekends ago my son had his Little League Jamboree (good times), while last week was Father’s Day Weekend, which I devoted to doing as little as possible. ;D
In any case, with Love Scenes From the Black Market out there, I’ve gone back to editing a book I haven’t touched in a while: Gun Witch, Book 1 of the “Tooth & Claw” series, a paranormal adventure about the movers and shakers in Earth’s extensive supernatural criminal underworld.
It’s been over six months since I published any excerpt from Gun Witch (the most recent one can be found here), but the basis story is this: Monica King, a young witch, has dreamed of being murdered by the foul creatures called the Scaravae (the origin of our modern tales of both vampires and werewolves) ever since she was a little girl. A child of the streets who’s trained herself in the arts of magic and combat, Monica is finally ready to take the fight to the enemy, but though she’s used to working alone she’s going to need some help.
Dillon strode into the cafe like he owned the place, muscles bulging beneath his dark blue military button shirt and tan khakis, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a laptop in his hand.
The coffee shop, Cafe D’Art, looked like it used to be a Dairy Queen based on its counter arrangement and tiled floors, but the owners had done their best to spruce the shop up with thickly cushioned easy chairs and shelves full of classic literature. The smell of fresh roasted coffee and sugary treats made the air sticky and alive, jazzy piano music played in the background, and the flash of cars spun by outside.
Dillon shaved his head but wore a thin mustache and goatee, and Monica imagined he was quite popular with the ladies.
Maybe if I live through the night I’ll ask him out on a date.
“Are we set?” she asked in her slight Cockney accent, which she’d found men there in the States fell in love with, for better or ill.
“How about starting with ‘Hi’?” he asked as he sat down.
“Hi, Dillon,” she said, “and are we set?”
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