So, tech is still hating me. Since only those who mosey over here from FB understand, I should just stop gritching about it. The thing is, to get the right photo graphic to show up over there using the “auto-feed” thingy from WordPress, it seems I have to use the block format so I can either have a big picture on FB or the wrong picture. Or just turn that feature off and copy/paste the link, except I haven’t tried that yet. Besides, I have better things to do–like write NEW words! And I’m writing a bunch of them Today’s prompt is **”I’ll tell you later.”** This chapter starts in Clancy’s Pub and there’s a bit of a dust-up between Shannon and Mick. Shannon and Bowie are siblings. Fiona is Bowie’s, as she’s about to find out. Again this is probably not a spoiler. LOL

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She held up a hand to ward it off. “Stop that. It doesn’t work anymore.” She rolled her eyes. “Because why?”

“Because Mick has been the one for you since the first day of fourth grade, there on the playground at St. Augie’s. You stood and stared. He stood and stared. And then Seamus O’Ferrell hit him from behind and beat the shite out of him.”

Fiona burst out in giggles and quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound. “Not laughin’ at ya, Shan, laughin’ with ya.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Shannon closed her eyes. “What am I supposed to do, Bowie?” She opened one eye an stared at her younger brother through skewed vision. “Are you growling at me?” She sat up a little straighter, catching the red glint in the back of Bowie’s eyes. “Boo?”

He inhaled. “There are days I want to challenge him, Shan, for what he’s doin’ to you.”

“A challenge isn’t the way, Bowie, and you know it.”

“Aye, I do, but I can’t bear to just hang back and watch him break your heart. T’isn’t right, ya know.”

“Trust me, I know.” She tilted her head toward Fiona. “Speaking of knowing…” She deliberately trailed off the last word.

“Aye. That was m’plan for t’night until that gobshite got me jammed in between the two of ya.”

“Tell her, Bowie. And make your claim.”

“Tell me what?” Fiona paled as she glanced between the siblings.

Bowie gulped then shook his head. “I’ll tell you later.”

Arms crossed over her chest, Fiona jutted her chin. “You’ll be tellin’ me now, Bowie Patrick Francis Maguire.”

His mouth suddenly full of spit, he swallowed hard so he could speak. “Ya know how I feel about ya, yeah?” Bowie began. “And ya know I want more.”

Fiona inhaled sharply but nodded.

“Before I can ask for more…” He cleared his throat. “Before I can claim ya proper, I have’ta explain.”
Fee looked to Shannon for an explanation. “What is all this talk of claims and challenges?” She was more than nervous now as certain words and phrases finally fell into place.

“I’m not exactly human,” Bowie answered instead.

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And there you have it. I’ve been writing like a crazy woman of late. Lot’s of Celtic music streaming, lots of words flowing. I’m up to 79+K and going strong. I am thrilled that writing is fun again. Not sure I should bring it up here but whatever. This is a “mafia” type story. My heroes aren’t exactly good guys. Good-hearted, yes, but not “good.” Well, except to each other, their mates, families, kids, puppies, and kittens. I was anticipating the sexy bits to be a bit dark and dirty like in my Nightrider series. That said, every time I’ve gotten to that part of each relationship? Yeah…it goes behind closed doors. I’m not sure how I feel about that. And I’m not sure how you, my readers, will feel about that. So, there ya go. Writers, use the prompt and yay or nay on the sexy bits being out there. Readers, I REALLY want your views on that? Do you want the dirty details in a mob-style book or is a bit of “privacy” okay?