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DAY FOUR – #MarchoftheWriters

 For those about to WIP (work in progress)

So, what are you working on Karina? Oh if it was so simple to answer.

I have a four-book series called OUTLAW. Each book is a stand-alone read. Each book is about outcasts, outlaws, whether it’s an MC (motorcycle club) or a street gang. Each book is connected to this theme. The first book is called, In Times of Violence. If you read my 2nd-day blog post, you would know that In Times of Violence started as an 18-page short story. As I was young back then, I wrote it specifically to target my age group YA (young adult)
https://explosivewriter.com/2022/03/03/marchofthewriters/

The problem now is that it was many years later when I wrote Huntress the second book in the series, but not the second book to have been written, So now a mature writer, the mature themes come into play. By the time I got to Road Rage, there were no rules anymore. Can you see my dilemma?
Yep, that’s correct you can have one book a YA and the rest 18+ this was the first mistake I made. I kept them together, but marketed the YA differently and I could never do a box set with all four. The solution is easy, right? Yep, write another ITOV but an adult version. Unfortunately, life happened and shit happened and the book got lost in the shuffle. It would be 13 books and nearly 20 years later, I’m finally working on ITOV adult edition.

So, the second mistake. Over the years, my writing has matured along with me, and so my writing style and topics have been pretty graphic and intense. So that’s okay, you need to write a mature version of the first book ITOV. Yes, it could only be that easy. What I should have done was kept the original MS (manuscript) throw in some explicit sex and some graphic violence and bingo! – Nah.

I started writing out the first scenes and the only resemblance it had to the opening scene of the YA version, is the names of the characters. I had started a brand new book. A couple of chapters in, and I realise that Huntress which is a sequel to ITOV YA edition and will continue as book two to the YA and that if I carry on the way I’ve chosen to go, Huntress will need a re-write. I knew I had a decision to make, and I agonised over it, and there was no way I could bin the two new chapters I wrote, as they are GOLD. So to cut a long story short, my WIP is ITOV adult edition.

I’ve gone into new territories I’ve yet to delve into. I’m doing something I’ve never done before. I’m doing a year’s time jump just so I can stay on track to the genre and theme and not stray off the path. then I’m going to write a novella about that year. What happened to her and how much she suffered. The reader will have the choice to read it or not (I think most will.)

Would you like a sneek peek?

(Remember this is a first draft and not edited.)

The money lasted five days, even though I stayed in a cheap hotel in a rough part of the city.  I had no money, no food and no place to sleep. This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. I wasn’t looking for fame, I never wanted fortune, so why couldn’t I get a break.

I hugged my rucksack as I fell asleep either on an empty bench or a shop doorway. It shocked me at the amount of homeless people on the streets. And they weren’t friendly to newcomers. Telling me to piss off and find somewhere else to sleep, that I was in their patch. I walked until my eyes couldn’t stay open and then took the first vacant sheltered sleeping space I could find.

As for looking for a job. I would change my clothes, tidy myself up and ask at every store, shop and kiosk, but as soon as I was asked my address, they became uninterested and used the excuse of being overqualified, or unqualified for the job.

***

I was sleeping on a green bench that I luckily found vacant in an open park. I soon understood why the bench was vacant when I woke to someone trying to pull the rucksack from me.
 I stood up and tried to keep my grip of the only possessions I had. I screamed at them to let go, but there was more than one person, and I soon found a fist in my face but I wasn’t going to give up that easily so I kicked one of the in the nuts, while he fell to the ground groaning, another two laid into me with punches and kicks. I dropped the rucksack. There was nothing in there to lose my life over, I thought, as I covered my head from being punched. But a kick to my stomach made me fall down to the ground. I heard a roaring of motorbikes and then shouting before a boot hit my head. My vision blurred as I saw a shade of black racing towards me. The shouting started to fade as did my consciousness. The last thing I remembered about that night was the smell of aftershave mixed with soap.

And here’s another exclusive.

Can you feel the Rage?

Road Rage dark MC romance 18+

Stand-alone read

book cover top half with outlaw bikers and their bikes. In the middle the title Road Rage at the bottom half a picture with three superbikes racing on a track

Dark MC romance 18+ due to graphic and explicit scenes.
Book 4 of the OUTLAW series (stand-alone)

Expect murder, mischief, and mayhem.

Beautiful and yet scarred, Gem works in a supermarket living the safe life she has chosen after surviving a violent past running with an outlaw motorcycle club.
Excitement beckons in the form of a handsome biker named Shep, who introduces her to the rest of his legit racing club, Rage. However, members of Rage won’t accept Gem until she’s proven herself, and Shep sees her as no more than a trophy for his drugged up ego.
Gem then makes the mistake of getting involved in Rage’s illegal activities, which then lands her back in the arms of an outlaw motorcycle club and a deadly conclusion.

girl with long hair, head on hand, thinking. Left hand side title Road Rage in red. Right hand side text.

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Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Road-Rage-Karina-Kantas/dp/1912996545

EXCERPT

Two days passed when I got a call from Blade.

“West has called you out. You’re racing tonight. Be at the pub by nine.”

This is what the club had been waiting for. My race against West was gonna bring in some big bucks, and I wasn’t about to lose. I had a name, street cred, and a reputation as a winner, and now West wanted a piece of me. I’d know how much Blade put on me when I got my ten percent, I thought hungrily. I wanted this. I could already taste the victory.

I met up with Blade in the bar and he pulled me to one side.

“You’ve won four out of four races,” he said. “Now I want you to lose.”

I stared at him. “You want me to lose?” I repeated.

“Yes.”

“How much you putting on this race?” I asked.

“Enough. Listen, this is between us, understand?”

“Yes and no,” I answered.

“Don’t make it look too easy. I don’t want Rage accused of fixing the race. It’s got to be a close call. Here’s five hundred,” he whispered and put a roll of money in my fist. No one saw the exchange. “And you still get your ten percent, okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

I didn’t know where Blade was going with this. I wanted to keep up my winning record, but he was the president and, as a member of Rage, I had to follow his orders.

Although there were other members racing that night, mine was the one everyone was talking about and would continue talking about, after I lost the race. I was not looking forward to it. Everyone was rooting for me, and I was about to let them all down, apart from Blade. Five hundred pounds. Five hundred pounds, I kept repeating in my head.

There were loads of spectators already waiting when we got to the rendezvous point. Word must have gotten out.

West was sitting on his Ducati with a big grin on his face and two blondes standing on either side of him. I wished I could wipe that smile off his face, but I knew he’d be shouting about his win for weeks, months even. I turned my sight back to the bike in front and followed the convoy through the deluge of spectators.

I was first up. It was such an anticipated race that no one was willing to wait or interested in watching other racers. I saw a lot of money exchange hands as I suited up. Sitting on my bike, waiting for the flag to drop, my heart was racing. Adrenaline was pumping, but this time it wasn’t because of the coming rush. Inside, I was furious. I could take West. There’d be no contest.

While I was trying to get into the ‘zone’, I pictured another race with West; this time, I won, and as I had lost the last, the stakes had been raised. I pictured myself with a helmet full of notes. A thought occurred. Blade was a smart man; maybe this was just the beginning of the hustle.

As soon as the flag dropped, my bike flew. I was already in the lead, and, from my mirror, I saw West closing the gap. The blur of spectators passed, and then it was just me and the road ahead. I allowed him to come alongside me. It was best if it looked like a dead heat. Man, I was so close, I could taste the victory. I needed to ease off slowly, but my body had other ideas. My grip was frozen.

I could see the finish line. My heart was pounding. My breath stuck in my chest. I managed to move my fingers, and that’s when West’s front tyre overtook mine and crossed the line first.

I slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop.

“—-, —-!” I yelled, banging my fists on the tank. I wanted to throw my bike down in disgust, but it wasn’t her fault. Instead, I rode over to the side and parked the bike before taking my helmet off and throwing it on the ground. For good measure, I kicked it across the road. Anyone in the vicinity could hear my verbal abuse. They kept their distance. It was obvious I was upset, but not for the reason they thought.

Blade found me leaning against a wall, my arms crossed tight against my chest.

“I know that must have been hard,” he said.

“You’ve no —— idea,” I spat, and then walked away from him.

Doc then came jogging over. “What happened, Gem?”

“He had a better bike,” I said.

“Did he?”

I saw the look in his eyes. He knew the truth.

 “Come on,” he said, nudging my shoulder. “I’m racing next, and I need your support.”

I smiled. He didn’t need me. He had enough support. However, I stood at the starting line to watch him and even put a small bet on him. I knew he’d win for me. Out of elation, I ran up to him and planted a hard kiss on his lips. Doc pulled me to him. His mouth opened, and we kissed fervently. I had never felt anything like it. My stomach turned in a good way. It went right down to my —-. The hairs on my arms stood up, and I swear I saw a spark. I loved the taste of him, and I wanted more. I had never felt so much passion from one kiss. Whistles from our audience broke the special moment. We stepped away but couldn’t take our eyes off one another.

“Whoa!” I spoke.

“My sentiment exactly,” Doc replied breathlessly.

“About bloody time,” Blade shouted.

I don’t know about Doc, but I had a huge grin on my face and was red from embarrassment.

“Come back to my place,” Doc whispered. I nodded and boy, did my heart race.

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THE WANT FOR ADRENALINE CAN BE DEADLY!

Fantasy vs Sci-fi – friends chat


Wesley Britton is an author of the Beta Earth Chronicles and short story collection in sub-genres. He’s also been my client for many years now. As Wesley is blind he relies on me to handle most of his business to do with his books. I take care of his monthly newsletter, I’m his PA, VA, graphic designer, social media manager. I handle the marketing and promotion, I narrate, I’ve done book trailers and the list goes, on.
Wesley emails me at least 3 times or more every day, (even on my weekends off) and we talk on the phone 1/2 times a month, more if needed. So we know each other and the books we both write, very well.

This chat was hosted by Jasveena, from International Book Promotions. It was fun and many will find it informative.
The best thing about the video is that she has split it up into small parts so you can watch and listen to which part interests you, or you can watch the full video.
Enjoy.



Broken Chains – dark mafia romance

This is the first time I have shared unpublished work to the public. It’s quite a scary thing to do.

I started writing each chapter on Wattpad, then I narrated small parts and added chapter to my monthly newsletter.

I’m about halfway through now with 50,000 words. I’ve given myself a September deadline, but it doesn’t matter if I meet the deadline or not.

Thank you, everyone, who is taking this journey with me.

If you haven’t started reading Broken Chains, allow me to introduce to you some of the main players.

 

Elizabeth Finley. I put her through hell.  She starts of doing some research for the novel she’s working on. But her research goes too far and she ends up getting snatched by MI5 and interrogated by agents. And that’s how the story starts.

Liz (2)

 

Alex Jones is one of the MI5 agents that interrogates her. Can’t tell you any more without giving up the plot.  But let’s just say Liz and Alex get very cosy.

Alex Jones

 

James, Liz’s estranged father, turns out to be the Godfather of the Greek Mafia. He’s lied to her and she quickly learns how ruthless and dangerous he really is.  Liz is the Princess of the Greek Mafia and Jacob’s only heir. Now it’s her turn to do her duty.

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Marco Luchiano. Don of the Italian Mafia who kidnaps and tortures Liz.

Marco Lucianno

 
Something new I’m also trying is I’m translating all the Italian, Greek and Russian mafia, who star in the book. I want authentic dialogue which is then translated into English.

I do hope you take a look and read the chapters that are up on Wattpad.

The narration of Broken Chains

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Broken Chains – Update

Broken Chains

 

Broken Chain is my WIP (work in progress) a dark mafia thriller.

You can follow the story as I write it on Wattpad. I’m up to part 24 and there are lots more twists to come so don’t miss it.

Please don’t forget to vote, follow me, comment and share the story

https://www.wattpad.com/story/202038824-broken-chains-wip

If you prefer to listen – I’ve got up to part 10 narrated on YouTube for you.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjOMQORvQpEwiiqkNCqOKLw2VggBDtJGv

Please subscribe, leave comments and like the videos.

On the next update – I’ll post a character card for you to look at.  🙂

2 x new uploads Broken Chains – Dark Mafia Thriller

Hey folks, so I’ve uploaded two new parts on Wattpad of my WIP Broken Chains which is a dark mafia romance.

Thanks to everyone that is following the story progress. It’s very exciting and more action and twists to come.

Please keep the votes and reads coming. The higher they go, the more people will find Broken Chains.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/202038824-broken-chains-wip

 

Broken Chains

Update: Broken Chains Mafia/dark romance

For those that are following and voting on Wattpad thank you so much.

It’s scary for an author to share their work to the public before it’s been professionally edited. I hope you’re all enjoying the book so far. It’s getting dark now, isn’t it   😉


Part 21 posted on Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/789798978-broken-chains-wip-part-1

 

Part 8 narrated on YouTube

Broken Chains new chapter

For all of you that are following me as I write my new novel mafia thriller, dark romance, Broken Chains,  Part 20 has just been uploaded on to Wattpad, where you can read the book for free. You can find me as Explosive Writer.

https://www.wattpad.com/863804471-broken-chains-wip-part-20

Broken Chains

 

Tomorrow the narration of part seven will be uploaded on to YouTube you can watch all the videos here.

 

Thanks for your continued support and for your comments and votes.
Mwah!