Bronwyn's WIP Friday
WIP Friday
So, I have decided to submit
a book to a charity anthology. I hope that isn’t going to be good enough to be
accepted, but I probably won’t know until sometime after September as that’s
when the call ends.
You can see it for yourself
here: http://coveryourdreams.net/submit-to-burning-bright/
So the thought came, if
you’re interested, that I had to have something BDSMish, I say it that way as
I’m not really comfortable writing actual BDSM as I don’t really know anything
about the lifestyle then what I’ve read (to me that’s not enough, it’s a near
OCD thing with me, too). But that’s okay, they want dark, rough, paranormal
erotica, and to me that’s not really BSDM lifestyle that’s one on its own and
hot.
So I need a story… and from
that story created a new standalone series called An Alphas World, this is what the Taking A Stand world.
This one is called Deep in the Woods, and is about a
forced mating. And will be about the moon, sex, submission in the alpha world
type with a touch of loving, ‘cause I’m a romantic.
Saying this both book will
be finished by the end of July, as I want them both to go into editing
together. Mostly, because I’m writing this series without dialog tags (if you
didn’t notice from the Taking a Stand excerpt) and will need an editor that can
deal with that.
Anyway, not sure if this
will actually stay in the book when I get to full on writing, but it’s what I
have
Unedited
Excerpt for Deep in the Woods
Chips head hurt. A throb rang
deep in his skull, throbbed at the base of his skull and tightened the muscles
in his shoulders. He wanted to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but his
eyes were already closed and the pain wasn’t going to be forgotten.
How’d he hurt
himself?
Chips mind
churned, he didn’t remember the last thing he did, was he at work? Did
something fall on him?
No, he’d been at
the pub, that’s right. He’d been drinking up big trying to unwind from the
aggression the moon gave him the closer to the full moon came. Work had been a
bitch, everything going wrong all at the worst possible time.
He got hammered,
the smell of alcohol and cigarettes on his clothing called to that, clinging to
him until he washed it all away.
Chip remembered
walking out of the pub, calling goodbyes to his pack mates one last time as he
let the door close behind him.
Then nothing.
Nothing.
“Oh man.” a
sounds came to him, a soft pained moan that had Chip reacting. The full moon
was tonight, he felt across his body, and the fact that there was someone else
here, someone in the same space as him when he was disorientated, when he
couldn’t properly defend himself.
--if I’m honest
I’m thinking I might start the scene off with Chip on a chair, you know, thighs
parted, relaxed looking as dominate shit, and his mate be freaking out around
him, but…. We’ll have to see, wont we
Now that I’ve done prattling
on like I’ve not tomorrow, come check out what April’s got going on http://bronwynheeley.blogspot.com/2015/06/aprils-interlude_26.html
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