Tuesday Tales – Fall Picture Prompt – Witch Way

septemberpicpromptThe prompt this week is a picture prompt (*points left   <—).

Because the picture is clearly a fall picture and Deep Fried Sweethearts is set in Jan/Feb…I sort of had to skip WAY ahead to fall in Lake Point and my October 2014 release, Witch Way.

Felicity grew up in an…unusual family.  She’s now an adult and a reporter, itching to become a news reporter on TV.

Craig is a fireman (yeah, right? Sexay)…once upon a time he was best friends with Sean, Felicity’s cousin, and used to pick on her incessantly along with Sean.  He grew up and moved away…recently came back to town and got a job with the local fire dept. He and Felicity have been hooking up since his return…but they’re about to take things a step further…

As always this is un-edited mostly, so forgive any errors:

Craig hadn’t ever been on this side of the gates, much less all the way up the hill standing in front of the, “Witch House.”

Felicity whipped around fast, her black hair splaying out like rays of night interrupting the day. Her blue eyes flashed with perhaps a hint of anger, but her lips curved into a smirk.

“I said that aloud didn’t I?”

“Mm-hm.” The hum was low and sexy, reminding him of the pleasures one of her hums had given him just the night before.

“Sorry.”

“You’ve said worse to me in my lifetime. I can handle you calling my home the witch house. Just don’t let Patty hear you, or you’ll get a lesson far less enjoyable than the one I’m about to give you.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice, her aunt had always scared him. When he’d grown up as best friends to Patty’s son, Sean, he’d been scared of the woman the whole town called a witch. Even Sean himself. “So what exactly are you planning to teach me?”

“You’re the one that asked about me going to church. Since you insist on turning this into more than sex, I’m taking you to see my church.” Her long fingers grasped his hand and pulled him along behind her. They circled the house only to come upon the woman herself, Patty. “Hello, Poddy!”

Patty rose up from the ground where she’d been on her knees working in a large garden. A bright smile broke up the features of the woman Craig could only call stunning, despite her age. No sign of a wart anywhere. Childhood stories really had gotten out of hand in his imagination.

“Hello, my dear.” Patty hugged Felicity before she cast her own blue eyes on him. “Well, I’ll be. Craig? You’ve grown quite a bit, young man.”

“I’m taking him to the valley, Poddy.” Felicity ducked her head with a hint of pink on her cheeks. It was the first time he’d seen her blush since they were kids. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

“The valley, you say?” Patty’s brow rose and she nodded. “A development I didn’t expect, but so long as he has proper respect, I’m fine with it. I think maybe while you do that, I’ll go in to my cards.”

“No, Poddy. I don’t want to know.” Felicity’s smile returned, and she began to tug on his hand again. “I’d like to keep this one a surprise.”

“Good to see you again, Craig,” Patty called after them.

“You call her Poddy?” Craig couldn’t keep the question to himself any longer.

Felicity giggled. “When I was probably two years old I couldn’t form the word Patty, it came out Poddy.”

“She’s your aunt, though. Right?”

“Technically, I suppose. Mom died in childbirth, so I’ve always lived with Poddy.” Felicity had reached the edge of the yard, but she kept on through the stone wall and into the woods beyond.

“Wait.” Craig grabbed her arm as they stepped into the shade of the colorful trees. “Didn’t we just leave your property?”

“You have so much to learn. This is my property. The wall is only to provide a proper yard, the rest goes to the earth, as it should. Poddy and I don’t like to take more than we need. You’ll see.”

Her mysterious smile disappeared when she turned and started down a well-worn path, this time without dragging him along. He had so many questions, but she seemed determined to only answer them piecemeal.

“You’ll never get them answered standing here like a jack-hat,” he mumbled to himself. The past few weeks with her had been something else, passionate moments caught when he wasn’t on a run, and she wasn’t off finding the next big story. He’d been the one to push for more, she’d been more hesitant.

Something told him if he followed he’d get more than he’d bargained for.

He was pretty damn sure she’d be worth it.

Of course, he’d have to find her first. All his musings meant she’d left him in the dust. He jogged down the path, the woods grew deeper and the temperature seemed to shift the further down he went. When the trees started to thin, he caught a glimpse of water, and heard a quiet rush of water along with it.

He stepped out at the edge of a wide, shallow pond.  To his left a small waterfall poured out the remnants of rain storms. A wood-planked path wove through the water to the other side.

Everything felt different there, quieter, warmer, even the trees were greener with only hints of autumn creeping in with a few fallen leaves and an occasional splash of color. Like in this spot time was different.

Almost like, “Magic.”

“Are you coming?” Felicity called back, though she remained out of sight.

felicity“Yeah.” He crossed the wooden path and stepped back into a tree line.  For several yards he saw nothing else, until the trees began to thin again and there she was in the middle of a small field of grass.

Her eyes closed and tilted toward the light breeze, she looked the calmest he’d ever seen her. Peaceful, and damn beautiful.

“What is this place? It feels…different.”

“This is my church. Your childhood teasing, and name calling of my home and my aunt, and eventually myself, were not entirely wrong.” She turned to face him. “I am a wiccan, or a witch in layman’s terms, as is my aunt.”

“Magic?”

Despite the tense crease in her brow, a smile tugged at one corner of her mouth. “Not in the Hollywood or a paranormal novel’s sense. I view magic a bit differently than that.”

“I see.”

“No you don’t.”

“No. I really don’t.” He chuckled, and was relieved that she did the same. This was her most guarded part of herself, and this could make or break everything.

“Can you accept this? If you can’t, then we go back to sex.”

“Can we go back to sex if I can?”

“More often and better than before.” She walked closer, her hands clasped behind her back. “So what do you say?”

“I don’t see how the sex can be better.”

“Craig.”

“I can’t say for sure until I know more.” He held out his hand. “And I want to know more. Like why you don’t have warts.”

“Keep it up and I might give you some in a most uncomfortable place.”

“Um, ouch.”

“Do you really want to know more” She set her hand in his and pressed her body into his. “Do you really mean it? I haven’t scared you off?”

“Not yet. You make good on the wart threat and you might.”

She grinned. “It would hurt me worse than it would hurt you.”

“I doubt it.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m very grumpy without a hot body nearby…and you’re just the hottest body ever.”

“Flattery.”

“Truth.”

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Sunday Snippet 3 – Changing Tracks


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ChangingTracks_MEDBook 3 of my Dominion Falls Series released this week over at Secret Cravings Publishing. But today, I’m keeping you all intrigued with the beginning of the series [amazon_link id=”B00BEMN5SC” target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Changing Tracks (The Dominion Falls Series book 1)[/amazon_link].

My amnesiac with the eidetic memory, Jane Doe, has been awake and about town for a couple of weeks. She and Cole Mitchell have been allowing their friendship to blossom. Despite the teasing and clever word play that haven’t yet taken it to the next level:

Setting down the orange she’d been holding, she straightened. “Well, I’m afraid I have a list of things to do today. And you know what? I could search all day and amusing Cole Mitchell would not be found there.”

Saucy. What a challenge she could be. He doubted she could be tamed, but he’d love to try anyway.

With controlled eagerness, he leaned into her, fighting off a groan as her curves molded against his body. Damn, she fit perfect.

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Tuesday Tales – Glass

SantaMaybe_MEDThe prompt this week is Glass.

I’m afraid I had to set aside Deep Fried Sweethearts to work on revisions of Santa, Maybe – they’re due to the editor soon, so this was my last chance to add new words.  Don’t worry, there’s a familiar face or two in this scene 😉

You never did get to see much of Santa, Maybe, as it was written before I knew there’d be a series, and I was working on another story through TT at the time.  Ivy and Alan are the H/h. They are high school sweethearts that left Lake Point together…but ambition and goals pulled them apart many times. They have always loved each other and wanted the absolute best for the other person, which led to them stepping aside to let the other succeed.  When this story starts, they hadn’t seen each other for 8 years – their longest ever separation.

As always this is un-edited mostly, so forgive any errors:

“The nerve of that asshole.” Ivy paced the small office.

Behind the desk her friend Eve didn’t bother to stop grinning.  Eve was a beautiful blond with a body Ivy would kill for with its curves, but Eve was too self-conscious and self-deprecating to ever agree. If she did, maybe she’d actually hook up with her boss and best friend, Jake. “You are so in love.”

“I was. Now I’m pissed.”

“Fine line, so they say.” Eve gathered her purse and rose. “So explain to me again why you never told him about Justina or Justin?”

“He knew I was sort of dating Justin. I just never told him what we were really doing or planning. You should have seen him.” Ivy sighed and leaned against the door frame while Eve donned her coat. “He’d just received that promotion, he was one step away from partner and so proud of himself for achieving a goal two years ahead of time.”

“Him and his damn spreadsheets and plans.” Eve snorted and flipped her long waves out from under her coat. “I swear he had your life planned down to the second when you both took off out of town without ever looking back.”

A familiar twinge hit her heart and Ivy shook her head. “No. Not quite that exact then. We both had goals, but his plans were looser and allowed for extraneous details.”

“Like marriage?”

“I thought. Maybe. Once.” Ivy pushed open the door and welcomed the shock of cold air that froze any burning hint of rising tears. “Where to?”

“You need a junk food binge with all of this drama. Where do you think?”

“The Midway.” Ivy grinned and laced her arm through Eve’s. “You’re right. I so rarely indulge, but it sounds perfect right now. Just tell me you have the antacids.”

“I never leave home without them.” Eve chuckled. “So what are you going to do?”

“Same thing I always do. Alan won’t stick around long, he’ll take his first excuse and head out of here like a rocket back to the city. Then life can return to normal.”

“Life hasn’t been normal since you left the city.” Eve held up her hands in defense when Ivy spun on her. “It’s been good, but it hasn’t been normal.”

The words stung more than Ivy cared to admit, because that would mean they were true. She’d never been in love with Justin, and he’d not been in love with her. They’d both known it when they’d gone down the path they’d chosen. That was just it, though, it was their choice. She’d always loved Alan, but he succeeded so much further with his goals when she wasn’t in his way.

Eve pushed open the door to the Midway and the bright yellow walls and the ping of the skee-ball machine interrupted the morose tone that had descended on the conversation. Instantly Ivy brightened up. Eve was grinning right along with her. “Can’t help but be happy in this place. Hey Mikey!”

Michaela O’Keefe, the stereotypically red-haired owner of the fair-themed restaurant smiled at them both. “Eve, Ivy. It’s great to see you in here. Normally you never come without Justina tagging along.”

“I’m the one dragging her along. She needed the junk food far more than I do.” Eve patted her ass before she leaned in. “Alan’s back.”

“He’s not back,” Ivy protested. “Not really. He’s just visiting.”

Mikey went slack-jawed for a moment before she recovered. “Oh dear. Let me guess, Philly steak, no peppers?”

“Please. And a huge order of fries.” Ivy nodded. “I need them today.”

“Same for me, but I’ll take the peppers she doesn’t want.” Eve frowned. “I’d ask you to join us, but you look swamped and stressed. Why don’t you hire an assistant manager already?”

“I haven’t even had time to place the ad. I’ve asked some of my older employees, but they all want to stay part time. I just don’t have time to search.” Michaela rang them up and called back their order before she sighed. “Once the holiday rush is over I’ll place an ad.”

“You need someone now. When was your last day off?” Ivy glanced around the packed restaurant. “You’re only closed on the holidays.”

“So I was just off on Thanksgiving. I’m fine, really.” Michaela handed them a balloon with their order number on it. “I like keeping busy. It’s better than the alternative.”

Ivy took the balloon and followed Eve to a table where she dropped the weighted sack holding the balloon down onto the floor.  Once she sat, the balloon bobbed just above their heads. She pulled out a few napkins and laid them across her lap, and then leaned on the table.

“She does kind of look like him, you know.” Eve slurped her water up through her straw, one eyebrow curved up like she dared Ivy to object. “If someone didn’t know better and looked for him, they’d see him in her.”

“I know.” Ivy’s shoulders dropped as she released the tension. “The fate of genetics gave her just enough of Justin that she would favor Alan. Justin used to tease me that the only reason I gave him a second look was because of his similarity to Alan.”

“Didn’t you guys used to double date with Justin and…”

“Julie. Yes.” Ivy pulsed her straw through her water. “Until Julie went to San Francisco. Alan and I were still on again, off again, at that point. Alan and Justin used to try to tell people they were fraternal twins.”

“So it was an honest mistake.”

“That accused me of being a horrible bitch that would keep a child from Alan.” Ivy shoved her glass away and sank down in her chair. While Eve was one of the few people that knew, and believed, the whole story, she still didn’t know everything. “I made a choice, but if it had been his child I never would have kept it from him. Justina could have been his, I was so full of hormones, we are so lucky the condom was sound.”

Eve giggled when a few heads turned their way. “You said that a little loud.”

“Oops.” Ivy laughed, relaxing more as Eve started to lose control of her laughter. Soon enough Ivy joined in and by the time the food arrived she happily changed the subject.

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Sunday Snippet 2 – Changing Tracks


I had so much fun last week with the Weekend Writing Warriors that I decided to stick with it!

ChangingTracks_MEDI’m sticking with the beginning – with [amazon_link id=”B00BEMN5SC” target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Changing Tracks (The Dominion Falls Series book 1)[/amazon_link].

So, welcome again to my fellow warriors!  I present to you a little more of my brothel/saloon owner Cole, and my amnesiac with the eidetic memory, Jane Doe.

In the same scene as last week, a little later. Jane is trying to get rid of the woman that runs the boarding house she’s been recuperating in so she might get to speak and act more freely. Cole thinks she’s being just a little too polite about it.  (Creative editing in force to make it eight lines. Try not to cringe at the improper use of commas…they aren’t there in the actual book):

“Martha, you’re annoying.” He was a man of few words, while it was clear she was a woman of plenty.

“You’re an eloquent bastard, aren’t you?” The woman smirked, maybe just a bit annoyed at being interrupted, “You can’t be polite?”

“She won’t leave if you’re nice about it.” Cole leaned back, “You talk too much.”

This time she looked him over and he let her take her time. The more her gaze traveled, the more his skin tingled and his trousers tightened and by the time she finished, her mouth formed a slight O, “Thank you for your opinion.”

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Hump Day Hook 43 – Dark Territory

DarkTerritory_MEDAnother Hump Day Hook!

Back to Dark Territory!  I ran through my proof copy just this week, so I’m feeling share-y. 😀

Back to Katherine’s predicament from  couple weeks back. She’s been thrown into a wall and now has a gun leveled at her by the mysterious “no name” man:

“Yes, you do, messy and complicated. What you did to Jane…”

“Oh, you foolish child. There is no Jane. It’s Clara. She fooled you all. I’d be impressed if it hadn’t cost me.” Johnny quirked a brow. “That’s why Mr. Krenshaw’s attitude toward Clara was fortuitous. It gave me a way to stay close and exact some revenge, as well as a way to recover some of my funds lost to that little whore.”

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Sunday Snippet – Changing Tracks


My usual Sunday night post is going to be postponed, so I went in search of a new meme to play with.  I found the Weekend Writing Warriors and jumped right in.  Similar to my Wednesday HDH meme, this one has a tighter restriction of just 8 sentences.

ChangingTracks_MEDSince it’s my first week I’m going back to the beginning. Back to [amazon_link id=”B00BEMN5SC” target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Changing Tracks (The Dominion Falls Series book 1)[/amazon_link].

So welcome to my new visitors.  I’d like you to meet Cole Mitchell, saloon/brothel owner, and the amnesiac with the eidetic memory Jane Doe (Some creative editing involved…if you read the books there will be a few more period, a few less commas 😉 ):

“Who are you?” Her soft voice drifted from the bed, quiet, but demanding attention. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with hidden amusement, “Or rather, why would you barge in so boldly on a room full of women?”

From where he stood, he could see her pale skin, the sunken eyes, all the faint signs of weakness she worked hard to hide. Her spunk covered most of it more effectively than any of his whores’ powders could have done. He nodded, “Name’s Cole and you threw up on me, so you owe me a shirt. How ‘bout you, who are you?”

“I—well, I’m not sure.”

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