 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “bum”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota slowly sat up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she laid her head against his back. She felt him caress her arm with the hand not holding the cell.
“Looks like I better let you go,” Delilah remarked. “Before you two get all frisky on me.” “Nah, not at the moment,” Ezekiel answered. He glanced over his shoulder at Dakota with a grin. “Let me introduce you to Dakota.” She sat up a little taller as he raised his phone. A auburned hair beauty was on the screen. “Hi, Dakota. My name is Delilah. I am married to Sam, the third oldest Hallow. I’m also married to Henry. Welcome to the family.” Dakota waved at the screen. “Hi. I’m Dakota. I met this bum in a bar. He was about to get his ass kicked by a bunch of vampires until I got there. I basically saved his life.” “Hey, now,” Ezekiel protested. “I was holding my own.” She noticed Delilah giving him the same smug look she was.” “I’ll go look into this and let you two get back to mating. I remember those days.” “I think we’re about to hit the road again. It’s about time for check out. We took out a vampire criminal kingpin so we need to put about as many miles between us and Memphis as we can before his hoards find us.” “We think we did,” Dakota corrected. We caught Ezekiel’s quick glare as Delilah responded. “You did what?” “Gotta go. Love ya, Sis. Talk to you soon.” Ezekiel tapped the screen to end the call. When the screen went blank he let out a heavy sigh. “What was that about?” Dakota pried. Ezekiel tossed the cell on the bed. “I probably should have kept what we did under wraps. I should have kept my mouth shut.” “Why is that?” The phone lit up answering his question. The sound of a drill sergeant barking out orders filled the tiny hotel room. Ezekiel pointed around the phone. “That. That’s the reason.”
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “flower”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just think we should be...aware.”
“I get that.” He pointed across the booth beside her. She followed where he gestured. The burlap bag sat at her hip on the bench. She refused to leave it in the truck. In fact, she wouldn’t let it go until their food was served. He continued. “I want to know what that is and why the vamps want it so bad.” She sighed. “Me too. I can ask around to my sources. It might take awhile.” He shoved another bite of stew in his mouth. At least he waited to swallow before he spoke. “Or we video chat my sis-in-law when we get somewhere more private and she’s awake. She’s an archeologist. She held the Book at one point.” “Wow.” Dakota was distracted enough to scoop a piece of cheesecake onto her fork and into her mouth. “So where do you suggest we go for privacy?” “Let’s find a room,” he suggested. She cocked a grin at him. “Again with the money,” “Give me this. Tomorrow night I promise we’ll sleep under the stars.” She laughed as she took another bite of her dessert. Dakota tucked the bag with the trinket inside her coat as Ezekiel paid the check. He took her hand as she scooted across the bench and followed him out of the diner to the truck. They drove a few more miles until they found a motel on the side of the road. It looked almost identical to the one they stayed in while they were in Memphis except for the beds of flowers outside the office. She clung to the bag as Ezekiel hurried in to find a room. She didn’t miss that he locked the door after him. She smiled a little. Her big bad werewolf was protecting her even in the littlest of ways. It was only a minute or two when he was back at the passenger side door, a rusty key in his hand. He waited for her to pop the lock open then offered his hand to her. Ezekiel winked at her. “Ready for some answers? And sleep? And, you know, me?”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week is a picture prompt. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The little diner was empty at two in the morning. Dakota didn’t even know where in the hell they were. She stabbed at the lone little piece of cheesecake in front of her but didn’t take a bite. She should have been ecstatic. It was over. Black was dead. It just seemed too easy. Deep in her core she knew the worst was still coming. Her stomach flopped in response leaving her feeling sick. She dropped her fork on the wood plank table and pushed the sugary treat away from her. Ezekiel looked up from his mini cast iron pot of beef stew and stared at her, his eyes wide while his spoon hung from closed lips. He popped the spoon free from his mouth with a comedic pop and buried it back in the pot. “What?” he pried. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she returned defensively. “You are turning down perfectly good cheesecake. Something is up.” She huffed. “Do you really think we killed Black?” He shrugged one should. “I have to admit. The quick life of those bulbs worried me. I was afraid they wouldn’t work. But Dakota, the amount of dust we found in that store afterwards meant we had to have fried what, two dozen bloodsuckers? Whatever vampire was in there is gone now.” She pressed her lips tight. “What if Black wasn’t in there?” Ezekiel shook his head as he tore off a piece of cornbread on the plate next to his pot of stew. He dunked it into the thick liquid then popped it into his mouth. Wow. He was such a guy. “Where else would he be?”   Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “dirt”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Ezekiel shot out the door before she could protest further, letting it slam shut behind him. She huffed instead as she looked at the empty jewelry store around her. The smell of death was getting a little much to take. She retreated down the hall to the door the direction Ezekiel had gone.
Dakota propped the door open with her body as she waited for her lover to return. They were the worst thieves imaginable. The only reason they weren’t busted was that this particular neighborhood in Memphis was now a ghost town courtesy of Black and his cronies. She fought back a shiver but it resonated through her anyway. How long would it be before the rest of the city would follow? She pried open the bag to distract herself from her thoughts. She gasped as her eyes grew wide. Inside sat a deep green, almost forest colored, emerald. It shouldn’t have surprised her since they found it in a jewelry store. However, the gold encasement surrounding it meant it had no place in that business. It must have at one time been out for display. A small pile of dirt nestled in the corner of the burlap. It looked too clean and polished to have come from an archeological site. The whole thing was bizarre. Considering what she chose to do for a living, that said a lot. “Whatcha’ got there?” Dakota’s heart almost exploded through her chest. She jerked her head up to find Ezekiel standing there, his arms laden with long fluorescent bulbs. “I’ll show you later. What the hell are you doing with those?” She pointed to his new treasures. “I told you. Remodeling. Are you going to let me in or are we waiting for Mister Friendly Policeman to wander by and arrest us?” She shuffled her feet back until the door opened enough for him and his load to slip by. She followed, securing the door behind them. Her eyes watered as she gagged. Nope, the scent was no better. She hoped he hurried. She set the bag down on the counter and scooped up a bulb as he scooted the ladder under the first ballast. He hurried up it, pried the bulbs from it then handed them to her. Once she had them secured, he took the ones she offered to him. “I still don’t get it,” she pried. He popped a new bulb into place. “Simple. What are these used for?” “For people to suntan indoors.” “Which means they have UV light built into them. If everything goes according to my plan, Black and his crew arrive tonight, they’ll flip the switch and go up in flames. Instant sunny day inside. Easy peasy.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “careless”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota stopped for a moment to listen for any beeping. The room was oddly silent. There was the smell of iron and the onset of decay in the air but no sign of an alarm. She glanced around for a sign of life. The place was as empty as it appeared outside. The roll of carpet left a small corridor to slip through to get to the back.
From the center of the crimson and gold roll she could see a pudgy, limp hand adorned with gold rings. Dakota covered her mouth with her fingers as the urge to gag overwhelmed her. She had seen dead people before. This one unsettled her for some reason. Maybe it was because he never saw what was coming. “Fuck.” The word was an exhale from Ezekiel’s lips. “Yeah. Guess we know why this was such an easy buy for Black,” she replied. “Kind of careless, isn’t it?” “Black is an arrogant bastard. I doubt he thinks we’re smart enough to follow him much less find him. And the humans around here think vampires are fairy tales. Ignorance works in his favor.” There was silence for a reply. Dakota slowly turned back to find Ezekiel staring at the ceiling. “What are you thinking?” she pried. “I’m about to make Black swallow his arrogance and it’ll be the last meal he ever has.” Ezekiel scooted around her and shimmed past the carpet. Reaching into the open safe, he snatched the burlap bag sitting inside. He handed it to her with a wink. “Hold onto that. I need to break into another business.” She scowled at him as she hugged the bag to her chest. She could feel something hard with ridges inside. It didn’t feel like a book. “Where the fuck are you going?” “The tanning salon next door is closed, too. A note on the door says it will be until further notice. Either the bloodsuckers offed the owner of that place also or whoever works there is too afraid to come back. I’m going to borrow the bulbs from the beds for the night then do a little remodel over here. It’ll be Black’s going out of business sale.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “skinny”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Ezekiel glanced on either side of him down the alley before he slipped the nail file into the lock. He jiggled the skinny piece of metal as he tuned his senses into his work. He listened for a click as he poked the tip of the blade into the heart of the knob.
“A werewolf who picks locks. Who would have thunk?” Dakota joked. He pressed his ear to the cool metal of the door to hear better. “My two oldest brothers had the porn. Our cabins are usually kept open to each other. They were smart enough to keep that stuff under lock and key probably because Momma would have taken them behind the woodshed if they got caught with it. So the other five of us got really good at lockpicking so we could ‘borrow’ what they had without them knowing.” He could tell she was stifling a laugh. “You ‘borrowed’ their porn?” He shrugged. At the same time he heard the lock give. He stood then twisted the knob to open the door. “I was a horny teenager with little access to girls. What did you expect?” Dakota smirked at him. “Still watching the porn now?” He gestured for her to go inside. “With you, baby? I’m never going to need it again. If we do go our separate ways, which we won’t, the past few days will fuel any fantasy I could conjure up until I’m dead.” Her cheeks tinged pink at his words as she stepped into the store. “You see so confident that we’re going to stay together. We barely know each other.” “Mating bond, remember? I’ve seen the effects when it’s been denied. Besides, you can’t get enough of me. I’m too adorable to deny. Now, we might want to get a move on it. Every jewelry store I know of has an alarm system and we probably already tripped it.” She frowned as she looked back at him. “How many jewelry stores could you possibly know, Mister Hallow?” He followed her inside, letting the door shut behind him. “The ones in the movies. Move it.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “gray”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “Who’s there?” a deep voice boomed out of nowhere.
Dakota instinctively glanced up at the ceiling seeing nothing by the charcoal gray that surrounded her caused by the dim light of the candles. She rolled her eyes at herself. Like God was questioning her location. She was pretty sure he knew, if he cared at all. Her gaze fell to a doorway where the shadow of a thin figure in robes stood holding what looked like a kerosene camping lantern. Her heart leapt in her throat. She wanted to scream for Ezekiel but it wouldn’t come. An arm lifted the lantern to illuminate a gaunt yet very human face wearing thick rimmed glasses. Dakota let go a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She caught it again when she noticed the sword he held in his other hand. Where a priest got a medieval looking sword was beyond her but he had it and it was pointed at her. “Who are you?” he demanded as he brandished the weapon. She raised her hands over her head in surrender. “My name is Dakota. I just came here to pray.” She heard the priest huff. “As much as I should encourage that, you might want to leave. This isn’t a safe place.” “And that would be why, father?” “A day or two ago, a rich looking man arrived and visited the jewelry store down the street. He had a literal gang with him. Before the sun rose the next day, he owned it but was nowhere to be found. We hadn’t seen hide nor hair out of good Mister Sullivan who owned it either. The sign that hung over the door for the last fifty years was smashed to bits and a paper one announcing the new owner was taped in the glass window. By sunfall, the new owner’s men took to the streets and they…” The priest's voice faltered then disappeared. His last words were filled with an emotion that Dakota couldn’t place. It might have been fear. It could have been sorrow. Maybe it was a mixture of both. She couldn’t be sure. “They what, Father?” she pried. “There was murder. I suspect they killed Mister Sullivan too. Three came into my church and attacked my deacon. They didn’t know I was here watching. They made it look like a random life taken by violence but…” Dakota slowly rose to her feet, her hands still over her head. “The men. They bit into your deacon’s neck. They drank from him like vampires would.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are taking a break from the Hallows for a taste of the next Gods of DC book. Our word prompt is “surf”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The ocean crashed against the shore in a violent beauty that took Apollo’s breath away. White shards of lightning tore the black sky apart. He hugged his surfboard a little closer to his hip. The waves were the best he’d ever seen. It was too bad his normal surfing buddy wasn’t here to enjoy it with him.
Apollo smirked to himself. If he were honest, his usual partner was the reason for all this. Nature was responding in kind to his aunt Demeter’s birth pains. The twins would be here any second and her lephrauchan-turned-demigod husband, Freddy, was at her side holding her hand instead of riding the surf with the sun god. And even though Apollo didn’t want to see his aunt in that much pain, he was looking forward to enjoying every last second of this. He glanced to either side of him. The beach was deserted. He had no doubt it would be. Even the most addicted surfer would be an idiot to be out in this. Riding these would prove fatal for any mortal who attempted the stunt. Thank Olympus he wasn’t mortal. Another bolt of lightning pierced the sky. By the looks of things, Dad wasn’t too happy with the situation at hand either. The poor guy never got over Demeter and it was clear the goddess got over him. Or was his father trying to tell him to get off the beach? Fat chance, big guy. Apollo blinked the sudden blindness from his eyes then caught the shadow out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t alone. A man stood about a hundred meters away holding his board too. His long black hair fell past his shoulders. His board shorts clung tight to his body. His cheeks and chin were covered with a well trimmed, thick beard. The vision stunned Apollo speechless enough to not question where the Hades the guy came from. Whoever it was, he was perfect. So perfect, it stirred a strong desire in the god that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It took a few moments to find his voice. “Hey, dude. You shouldn’t go out. It’s too dangerous.” The man looked at him. Apollo could have sworn he saw the surfer wink at him before he took off for a sprint into the furious ocean.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week is a word prompt. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota stepped carefully through the wrought iron gate molded into the shape of crosses. It felt like she was boarding a rickety old boat the way she put one foot in front of another. Maybe it was because she was certain she was about to burst into flame.
She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze watching down the street as she let the inner shadows of the old cathedral envelope her. Ezekiel disappeared into one of the shops. It was for the best. If she thought God was going to strike her down, a vampire hunter, what would happen to him? That is, if he wasn’t lying to her about what he was. She faced a vampire before. Why wouldn’t there be werewolves around? She shook her head to clear her thoughts and continued inside. It was lit only by the thousands of flickering candles lining the walls and altar. Was their power out? Didn’t they pay their electric bill? Her heart kept to her throat at the sight of the glimmering “exit” sign. Maybe it was time to take her leave before something bad happened. But not before she had a talk with the man upstairs. She had been pretty devoted about going to church every Sunday. That was, until Danny died. She wandered along the faded red carpet between the pews until she reached the rail that spanned the front of the church. She stared and the ornate marble altar that nearly reached the ceiling. The candlelight flickered in the inlaid gold. Dakota fell to her knees before it. Her thoughts swirled in her head until they settled on one solitary thought. Ezekiel. “Protect him,” she murmured in prayer. “Whatever is coming, whatever we have to face, please keep him safe.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “round”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “So, this werewolf thing,” she began.
“Yes?” he countered. “When do you change? Do you change?” “I do for a week during the full moon. So we don’t have a lot of time to get this figured out. I have less than a week or we’re going to need to round me up a lot of trees to hide in. Or I fight the change. It’s not ideal and I’ll be sick as a dog but it is an option. Oh, and you will want to get as far away from me as possible.” A surprised laugh escaped her lips. “Why? Are you going to eat me?” “Probably. And fuck you until you can’t move until your pregnant. My brothers and I are only fertile during the full moon.” Her eyes widened. “Oh. Even more incentive to get this done so we can go our separate ways.” “Precisely. But good luck with that separate ways crap.” Dakota shivered at the thought. Even if they weren’t under the bond of some mystical force, or whatever bullshit Ezekiel claimed, she wasn’t sure she could walk away from this man. His arm wrapped tight around her. She instinctively skimmed her hand across his belly. “Are you cold?” he asked softly. “A little,” she lied. “This is better, thank you.” “Anytime. Even though your touch is making it difficult to drive. I can’t get enough of you.” “Likewise.” She paused. “What are we going to do when we get to Memphis?” Ezekiel bit his lower lip. It made her want to kiss him. “It’ll be dark when we get there. We should find a place to stay and rest. Then we can start looking for Black in the morning.” Dakota smirked at him. “You want to look for a vampire during the day? Wow, you are bad at this.” Ezekiel rolled his eyes. “There should be obvious signs like death counts. They aren’t going to stop feeding. Besides, you’re the expert. Why are you asking me what we should do? I’m the trusty sidekick here.” She gazed at him for a moment then struggled to recover. He was right. He was just some Minnesota backwoods boy looking for a book. What made her hand the wheel over to him? She forced a seductive smile on her face. “I value your input.” “Among other things. Like what resides in my jeans.” “Can’t argue with that logic.” |
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