Wolf’s Sacrifice- Writing Warriors



Leaning close he could hear the slow, but steady thud of Liam’s heart, still fighting to survive.

“Liam…” he  brushed a fingertip against the slender arch of Liam’s foot. One of the few spots he could see that wasn’t covered in blood or bruises. How had he let this happen?

The slight hands Liam always caressed his face with were bound and curled into fists. His knuckles red and swollen. A spark of intense pride wove through his pain. Liam had fought back.

~Above is an excerpt from Wolf’s Sacrifice, book two in the Pack of Light series. It is the sequel to Scent of a Wolf. :)



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7696a2d11e66fd6e02e8a954d8493dae “Sean?” Liam whispered his voice heavy laden with uncertainty. Sean cupped the side of Liam’s face and traced his thumb across the lips he so badly wanted to explore. The heated flick of a tongue against the pad of his thumb broke his resolve and he leaned in until a breath of space remained between them. “Liam, if you’re done playing hide the water snake with beta Sean, we need to go do that work thing,” Cory’s voice shattered the moment. He fought between wanting to strangle Cory for interrupting and thanking him for stopping what could have potentially been a huge mistake. He still held Liam but the man now clutched his forearms and pushed lightly to create some space so their bodies wouldn’t be mashed together. “I’m coming,” Liam yelled in return. “Maybe if I’d been ten minutes later,” Cory replied in a singsong fashion. He growled. “Your brother is just—”

~Above is an excerpt from Wolf’s Sacrifice, book two in the Pack of Light series.  It is the sequel to Scent of a Wolf. :)  


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Fall is just around the corner and Romance is in the air. So, what’s more fun then sitting inside snuggled up with a good book. Below I’ve provided an excerpt from a WIP, Driven by Fire, the fourth book in my Firehouse Six series.  It’s one of those quiet moments when you know something is shifting inside one of the character’s hearts.. ;)



Taber was positioned on his side with a large pillow against his back. The blanket was low on his waist, exposing his bare chest. In slumber his face appeared relaxed and peaceful. His long dark lashes sweeping his cheeks, his full lips set in a pout. The locks of his dark hair tousled. Deacon could envision every stroke and smudge it would take to replicate the moment on paper.
Taber nuzzled his pillow. A soft sigh accompanied the action and Deacon’s heart clenched at the innocent movement. He found himself tempted to wake Taber up so the hardass he was accustomed to would emerge to erase the vulnerable man he saw now. The man he had seen glimpses of earlier during their conversation. The same man who had looked at him with anguished sadness and fear in his eyes. A look he just as quickly concealed behind a mask of macho indifference.

Backing out of the room, one question ran through his head on a loop, “Who was the real Taber?”


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Morticia Knight is back again! :)


I’d like to welcome the lovely Morticia Knight to my blog today!  She always brings great reads with intriguing excerpts. :)

Thanks for having me here today Draven and letting me share this final installment in the Gin & Jazz series. I have an exclusive excerpt to share with you as well. The books all take place during the Roaring Twenties and feature the exploits of several men who trudge their way through the pitfalls and decadence of Hollywood. This one can be read as a standalone as it tells the complete love story of two men from the series who haven’t been able to find their HEA yet. Poor guys…

Former screen idol, Roman Pasquale, struggles to survive in Hollywood as the silent film era comes to a close. But a fresh new playwright is in town and he wants Roman to be more than just his star.

The past few years haven’t been kind to fading film star, Roman Pasquale. But then again, he was never very kind to anyone else either. He’s had time to reminisce on his mistakes and to accept responsibility for how he hurt others. Now that Global Studios has turned its back on him, he’s had to sell his grand estate and start over in a modest apartment.

His former co-star, actress Maude Simons, suggests that he meet with new playwright, Max Vogel. Not only will he get the chance to be the star again, Roman can really use the money. What he doesn’t expect is how strongly he’s attracted to the easygoing, confident young man—and the very wicked thoughts he has about him.

Playwright and director, Max Vogel, is delighted that the great Roman Pasquale has agreed to star in his play. What he is unprepared for however, is the intense physical spark that ignites the moment they meet. He’s been warned of Roman’s reputation for being difficult to work with, but he’s willing to take the risk—even though his career depends on the success of this one play.

Max needs to coax a heartfelt performance out of Roman, and Roman needs to live up to his resolve to be a better man. But maybe the real issue is whether or not the director and actor can resist the passion they have for one another, a lust so strong that it catches them unaware. Is their lust really love? Or will the drive for success destroy any hope for a happily-ever-after?

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Then there was Max, and Max’s play. A bit of an icy trail of fear ran up his spine. He swallowed hard as he continued to view the activity on the street below. Lovely Max and his scary play. Max had told him he would be sending a copy over by messenger later so that Roman would have the opportunity to study it prior to the first day of rehearsal the following Monday.

Study it.

He couldn’t do it. Who was he kidding? How could he possibly memorize pages and pages of dialogue and prance around on stage every night without breaks in between? And on top of that, he’d also have to emote, use sense memory and do all of that other nonsense he didn’t fully understand. It had taken André days to get anything usable out of him when they’d been filming and it had only resulted in a few minutes of film at a time. The entire experience had been excruciatingly draining. No matter how complimentary André had been about his resulting performance, it had been next to impossible for André to wrest it from him. What chance did Max have?

If he actually cared about Max in the way he thought possible, he should call it off, allow Max to find someone more suitable before Roman destroyed the young man’s dream. Maude’s distinctly feminine knock interrupted his musings.

“Yes, come in.”

He didn’t bother to look her way, continuing to gaze out the window instead.

“Roman, darling, don’t you lock this door? Anyone could come barging in here and rob or molest you.”

Roman grunted. “I assure you, there’s barely anything left of value to rob and I’m sure no one’s interested in molesting me.”

Except for maybe one sweet playwright.

“This isn’t the estate in Silverlake you know. There aren’t gates and a full staff watching over things night and day. You need to be more careful.”

Roman turned around, frowning. “I thought you said this was a secure building.”

She regarded him coolly. “Yes. But you aren’t the only tenant. You need to take more precautions.” She glanced around the living room with obvious disdain. “Are you sleeping on the couch?”

Roman frowned, irritated with her prying.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to get the bedroom set up to my liking.”

“Oh really? Has your heavy load of film obligations been too overwhelming?”

“Don’t you have a naughty pet in need of some training back in your own abode?”

“I don’t have her scheduled for another hour. That leaves me plenty of time to figure out what in the devil’s name is going on with you, Roman.”

Roman collapsed in the forest green wing chair that had been purchased as part of his new living room ensemble. Except that there wasn’t much room for any sort of an ensemble with all of the dregs of his move still lying about. He rested his forehead in his hand and sighed heavily. Sometimes it didn’t matter what he thought of his age. He simply felt old.

“How young do you suppose Max is?”

Maude sat gingerly at the edge of the sofa. “Are you referring to our new employer? At least, I assume you had the sense to agree to star with me in his play.”

“Sense?” He chuckled. “I don’t believe I have ever had much of that.”

“I’ll take your cryptic remark as a yes. And to answer your other question, I haven’t the foggiest idea. Twenty-two, twenty-three perhaps?”

Roman groaned. That would make Max the same age as Jack would be currently. He’d assumed the playwright had to be older since he was directing his own play and had already seen it produced once in New York. But he’d had to admit that when he’d met him, he did appear rather youthful.

“Roman, you’re exhausting, did you know that?”

His head lolled to the side in her direction.

“What did I do now?”

“I can’t figure you out. I knew you wouldn’t be dancing for joy over getting the part in the play, but I’d thought that at the very least you would have been relieved to have some of your financial concerns handled.”

“Yes, well. I’m still not certain whether I’m actually play-worthy. This whole idea of being on stage night after night is frankly unsettling. I would hate to ruin dear Max’s play, especially since it means so much to him. And if he’s really that young, well, that would break his heart even more. He hasn’t had the chance to learn the wicked ways of this town yet.”

Maude gasped.

Roman sat up straight and whipped his head around to face her.

“What is it?”

“You want to fuck him!”

Roman inhaled sharply, but had to look away.

“Oh no you don’t Pasquale. You can’t play me the way you do all the other oblivious mugs and chippys out there. I know you. When did this happen? Over lunch?”

He glared at her, his silence only serving to answer her question.

She threw her arms in the air and stood up. “Roman, if at all possible, I would like to collect my three thousand dollars. Once I have, you can fuck the entire cast and crew—present company excluded. But until then, could you please keep your dick in its previously dormant state? While I am pleased that you’re considering sending your hand into retirement, do you suppose it could remain employed until Max’s little play has concluded?”

“Of course, dear Maude. I live only to please you.”

She was correct, but that didn’t keep him from being aggravated with her.

“Well, that’s a relief. But I do hope you’re actually listening to me. Because this might be your only chance at regaining a good career.” She turned from him and sashayed to the door. Before she stepped out into the hall, she peered over her shoulder. ”And your self-respect.”

He looked away, not acknowledging what she’d said. Even if she was right.


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Sexy Shifter Saturday


As if sensing his discomfort Liam reached out to him, his hand grazed Sean’s aching shaft. His whole body tensed. Sean trapped Liam’s hand at a safer location, mid-thigh.

“Oh?” Liam’s brow rose and his mouth dropped open.

“I—” Sean searched for something to say. This was twice now in a handful of days he’d found himself in this situation.

“Because of me or the book?” Liam asked in a quiet voice.

Shocked at the insecure words Sean gazed at Liam’s delicious form. Every inch from the waist up exposed to his hungry gaze. His wolf growled within and demanded control. Mind taking a backseat to the intense need coursing through him, he pushed the blanket off Liam. Revealing a body he desperately wanted to explore.

A soft inhale caught his attention and he peered at Liam’s face, his bottom lip trembled and he tugged at the hand beneath Sean’s. Without thinking of the consequences Sean laced their fingers together, locking Liam in place before lowering himself over the smaller man. The heated brand of Liam’s hard cock pressing against him had Sean’s dick throbbing in response.

He rested his forehead to Liam’s, their lips nearly touching and whispered, “You do this to me.” He nuzzled his cheek against Liam’s.

–Above is an excerpt from Liam’s Sacrifice, the second book in the Pack of Light series.  :)



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Liam’s Sacrifice Excerpt….

Sean leaned against the tiled wall and slide down to his ass, the heated water pelting his skin. Each drop erased a caress, a touch, a moment when Liam had pressed so close not a breath had existed between them. He tunneled his hands through his hair and let loose a sound that was more animal than human.
Falling forward onto his knees he felt buried beneath the weight of his grief. Why wasn’t Liam his mate? Why did he feel this? His hands fisted and jaw tightened to hold back the pain threatening to erupt from inside him. He should never have touched Liam, now he knew why. Fate may not have brought them together as mates, but Sean’s soul burned to be next to Liam. Now every moment away from Liam was an icy shard of pain.
Salt wet his lips and Sean’s body shook with agony. Liam was meant to be his mate. How could fate be so cruel as to take that from him?

- This from a WIP from my Shifter Series the sequel to Scent of a Wolf.