WIP A Dragon's Treasure ~ Music Inspiration

Let me say, I don't normally listen to music for writing. It distracts me and I end up dancing. AND I dance like no one is watching, LOL. Luckily, no one normally is.

Here are some of the songs that get me in the mood to write.

They are songs to make you writhe between the sheets. 

Or dance until you want to!

Enjoy!

 

 Of course I'm not sure if it's the song or the sight of Adam Levine. YUM!

Work in Progress

I don't have a name yet! I have five days to finish it and then see if I can find a beta reader or two. Fast readers as I only have until the 15th to submit it.

I've been kicking around a couple of names

The Marine Cowboy

The Marine's Temptation

Marine Corps Therapist

none seem to fit it yet!

Here's a sneak peek and remember, it's just a rough draft!

Mom left to go to school. She wanted to become a veterinarian. He’d visit her over the summer sometimes then head back home. She seemed so much happier. He knew she loved him, but it made him sad that he wasn’t enough to make her happy. He talked about it with his dad and they both came to terms with it. His dad had felt the same way. At least they’d had each other.

It was one of the reasons he’d never approached Abby. She’d been too young for him with her whole life ahead of her. He heard all about her plans from Hank. He wouldn’t derail her plans, she’d only end up resenting him like his mother had. Not to mention the eight years between them and the fact that she was the baby sister of his best friend made any type of relationship impossible to imagine.

“Here you go, Staff Sergeant.” The woman opened a folder and pulled a sheaf of papers off of the printer and put them inside before handing it to him. “Nice to see you’re able to leave. Remember to call if you have any questions.”

“Thank you.” He turned and headed back to his dad. He laughed to himself. A couple of the nurses were eyeing up his father who continued to peruse the latest advice from Cosmos, oblivious to their interest.

“Hey, old man, I’m ready to go.”

His dad looked up and closed the magazine, setting it down on the table next to him.

“Ready to go home?” Liam nodded. “Good. Me too. Started to feel like prey sitting here.”

He flashed a grin at the nurses as he left while Liam choked a laugh back. Guess his dad was fully aware of the glances his way. He supposed that at forty nine, he wasn’t that old. It seemed odd to think of him that way, though after his mom left there had been plenty of women flocking around.

Liam shook his head. No matter how old he was, he wasn’t going there. This was, after all, his dad.

 “I’ll go get the truck. Wait here.” His dad strolled out, leaving him sitting by the entrance. He wouldn’t be able to get his chair close to the truck door where his dad was currently parked. He watched as he climbed in and drove around to the front of the hospital to load him up.

Liam wheeled out. Sitting in his wheel chair he realized that this was not going to be fun. He glanced at his dad and saw the same thoughts flit across his face.

“I wrangle horses and cows, throw hay bales. I should be able to lift your scrawny ass in.”

Liam laughed. He was as large as his dad. Just as tall, though not as stocky.

“Not sure that’s going to work.”

Teaser Tuesday ~ WIP

This is a bit from my WIP (work in progress if you're as bad as me with acronyms) 

China Fleet Club 

A military romance

It was fascinating.  The streets were narrow and the buildings towered above.  Vending machines were everywhere.  Soup in a can, meat in a can, vegetables in a can, coffee in a can and they were all hot.  If you wanted something to eat you could find it in a vending machine.  The kids were all in one sort of uniform or another, obviously on their way home from school.  The smells of brick and rice permeating the air.

There were food stalls everywhere as they walked the narrow streets.  You could order at a counter right there on the street, or go inside to sit down.  Hale stopped to grab a bite at one.  Trace looked over the selections and got a couple of things.  It could all be carried as they were bite size.  Jackie looked and ordered a couple of jelly donuts.  They left and Jackie took a big bite and swallowed as she walked.  She started choking and ran to a trash can gagging.  It was too late, it had gone down.  She threw the other one a way.  Hamilton was laughing and Trace just handed her a coke from the vending machine there.  All the guys had big smiles on their faces, laughing at her.

“So, Breeze, what did you think you were eating?”

“A jelly donut! What was that?”

“Um, that was a sushi bar.  I’d guess you had fish eggs on some sort of cake.  Didn't you like them?” Hale grinned at her.

Jackie stuck her tongue out at him.  “Jerk.  Thanks for the coke, Trace.”

“Better stick to vending machines Breeze,” Turner laughed.

Trying to scrape her tongue and get the taste out of her mouth Jackie continued with the guys ignoring their laughter as she continued to make gagging noises.  Nasty.  She’d make sure she knew what she was eating from now on.  She smiled.  Still, what an experience she thought, the fishy flavor still sitting on her tongue, making her gag.

They wandered the streets for hours.  They had been enticed into a pachinko parlor earlier.  The chink of the balls as they poured down and the clicking of the buttons on the machines had intrigued them.  The machines had little Japanese standing in front of them, concentrating as if their lives depended on it.  There was little room in the parlor.  In the small space there were over a hundred pachinko machines, a non-stop tinkle of balls raining down.  They were too big to get through it, so they inched around the edges checking it out.   It turns out that it was a gambling parlor, Japanese style.

Back in the street, the tinkling of balls behind them, they talked over what to do next.

“It’s getting time to head back,” Turner said.  “I want to check out a couple of bars the guys from the shop told me about before liberty is up.  You all want to go?”

With everyone’s agreement, they headed back towards base.  Most of the Japanese seemed friendly, but there were the places they were warned about, the ones who had the “Americans keep out” sign posted at their doors. 

A block from the base gates, they took a left turn.  The streets before this had seemed narrow but this was worse. It looked like a back alley.  The buildings were close together, tall, dark and the smells were of old alcohol and smoke.  Yep, this was the right place.  Dimly lit bars lined both sides of the street.  A couple had the no American signs, but the majority catered to the US sailors.

“Smell that.”  Turner took a deep breath.  “Beer.  C’mon let’s check one out.”