So with that in mind, I created a storyboard this year and made a tone of notes and sketched out scene ideas and workshopped the characters a little all so that I could be ready for November 1st, and man did it pay off. This morning I hit my goal of 50,000 words, coming in at 50013 before I had to leave for work. As soon as I got home I went through my notes and made a list of the scenes that I still have left to write. There are 12 that still need to be added in order to tell the complete story, then Burning Luck will sit for about 2 weeks before I jump into editing it.
For now, hear is a Excerpt from Burning Luck, in time I hope you will come to fall in love with Lucky, Cain and Thorn as much as I have while writing their story.
“Do you have to bellow?” Thorn asked as he stepped from the study.
“Nope, I just did it to annoy the hell outta you.” Cain said, grinning.
“Did you see the pictures?”
“Yeah, was glad to see he got it done. That board is going to look amazing in the window. Can’t wait to see what else he does.”
“Hell, it’s going to suck having to sell it, as soon as I saw it, I wanted it for myself.”
“Figures,” Thorn commented, rolling his eyes. “You have enough boards, I’m surprised we haven’t had to build an addition on to the house for all the boards you just couldn't live without.
“I’m not that bad.”
“Yeah, you are,” Thorn said, laughing as he pulled Cain in for a kiss. Cain’s finger’s tangled in Thorn’s long hair as he pushed Thorn against the wall and kissed him brutally.
“Let’s fuck,” Thorn growled, trying to shove Cain off him so he could he could drag him to the bedroom, though the wilder part of him was screaming to just reverse their positions and fuck Cain up again against the wall.
“Can’t,” Cain gasped as he broke the kiss, but still kept a firm hold on a fistful of Thorn shirt. “I promised Lucky a massage.”
“Planning on playing a bit dirty with that massage?” Thorn asked, his eyes having darkened with desire.
“Planning on seeing how far he’ll let me take it,” Cain said with a mischievous grin.
Thorn’s eyes darkened a little more and yanked Cain to him in order to deliver a punishingly possessive kiss.
“Don’t fuck him without me.” Thorn ordered after he’d broken the kiss.
“You know I won’t, I just want to see if maybe he’s more open to the idea of joining us in our bed.”
Thorn snorted and shook his head. “Good luck with that, you’d have better luck luring Mark to join us.”
The pair shared a laugh at the thought of three dominant alphas trying to find harmony in a bed, even one as large as the California king that sat in the bedroom upstairs. There might be sex, but it was libel to be bloody.