What Child is This – #MFRWHooks

SantaMaybe_MEDReady for another Book Hook?

Since you all enjoyed my reunion/Christmas story intro last week, I’m going to stick with it. Remember as you read, Ivy and Alan last saw each other (and slept together) 8 years ago. There is more to this scene, to be shown in the coming weeks…but I’m sure you can guess what conclusions are being leapt to here:

“Justina. Come here, baby.” Ivy waved over the young girl and smoothed her hand over the chestnut hair when she drew close. Justina pressed into her side and Ivy looked up at Alan. “This is Justina, my daughter. Justina, this is an old friend of mine. It’s Miss Dotty’s son. You’ve seen his picture at her house.”

“Hello.” Justina’s voice was small and timid, her greeting out of required politeness.

“Hello.” Alan’s jaw set tight. “It’s nice to meet you. How old are you?”

“Seven.”

That did it. Alan shut down cold as ice, anger clouding the hints of regret he’d carried a few seconds ago.

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Alan Richards returns to Lake Point for the holidays, counting the minutes until he can accomplish the dreaded goal of dealing with his aging parents and get back to the city. Finding his former soul mate living in the town they left together and swore they’d never return to tosses his ordered plans right on their head.

Ivy Nowell has never looked back since she left the city and her ballet career to raise her daughter in Lake Point. Alan’s homecoming dredges up old hurts and the love she never quite let go, but he hasn’t changed, with his relentless commitment to goals that differ completely from hers.

The attraction and instant understanding between them lingers, but neither are who they used to be. Alan wants to give it a chance, but Ivy is worried he’ll change his mind and won’t risk hurting her daughter.

It’ll take Santa and all his magic to keep them from walking away from each other again, maybe for forever this time.

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Tuesday Tales – End – Natural Selection

Leilyn2Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!  This weeks prompt is End.

A week has passed and Leilyn has been learning and hunting…and Dell has been avoiding (under orders in part, and also b/c he’s trying to be nice).  

However, Leilyn takes exception to how she’s being “handled”:

For one week the topic had been avoided and Dell was getting more frustrated. While he understood Leilyn needed time to adjust, he wanted to give her a reason not to run. Every night he battled against sleep to keep an eye on her.

In his gut he knew she wanted to run before the West Virginia pack caught up to her, and they would. Dell had seen the mark on her ankle, most likely made when she was still an infant. It was likely Leilyn had no idea what it was, or thought it was a birthmark, but it wasn’t.

It was a mark of possession, probably the only way they were able to keep her from returning to her true pack once she grew into her Were form. The mark wouldn’t make it impossible to keep her by Dell’s side, where she belonged, but it would be enough for the one that claimed her to track her. No matter where she went.

The mark would fade with time and distance from its creator, and when Dell claimed her as his mate, but for now she had a target on her back.

Worse, that target would bring the very pack that had attacked and murdered many of Dell’s pack back to their doorstep. Everyone in the pack was aware, and the mood in the town had shifted to restlessness, unease. Patrols had increased even after the Cougar pack had moved on further west.

At the bank of the river Dell’s father, Jasper, stood with Leilyn. Jasper had insisted on leading Leilyn on her hunts. Dell had remained human under the direct insistence of his Alpha. Even though he knew it was to hold off overwhelming Leilyn further by figuring out they were mates, Dell didn’t care for it.

After that morning’s hunt, Jasper and Leilyn had remained on the river bank for almost two hours. Dell twitched with impatience, ready to move downwind to hear what they were discussing.

He didn’t have to, as Jasper finally turned and strode up the hill toward Dell. A few feet away, Jasper nodded. “She’ll need you now. The pack is close.”

“How long?” Dell knew it was coming, but his stomach turned at the thought of the upcoming battle.

“Two days at best, sooner if they stay Were and come in hot like they did last time.” Jasper squeezed his shoulder. “The mark is getting darker. He must have a witch on his side.”

Dell nodded. He’d guessed as much. Without another word, he jogged toward the river, slowing a few feet behind Leilyn.

She didn’t move as he approached, her arms folded across her chest. “I’m afraid I upset your father.”

“What?” Dell glanced behind him, but Jasper was already out of sight. “He said nothing of the sort. Why do you think you upset him?”

“I told him I didn’t appreciate what he was doing.”

“Which is?”

“Two things wrapped into one.” She dropped her arms, but her gaze remained up-river. “He’s keeping us apart to keep us from acting on instinct, and he’s doing so to use me as bait.”

He stepped closer. “Explain.”

“I’m not a total idiot, although I was kept clueless about much of pack politics in what I now realize was an intentional misdirection. Plus, Byron has been helping me learn what I was lied to about.”

“That’s not explaining.”

“Birthmarks don’t get darker.” She held out her leg, the bare ankle and foot a tanned, stark relief against the white snow. On her ankle sat the mark, a small circle with three arcs of color bursting from it. The week before the mark had been barely distinguishable from her flesh, but now it shone bright red.

He frowned. “That’s been helped along by a witch.”

“It means he’s getting closer, although I could tell that myself. I can feel it. This is all going to come to an end soon. One way or another.”

“You can’t run from it.”

“I did once.”

“You can’t run from me.”

“I know.” She finally turned toward him. Her features remained stoic, and he couldn’t quite tell what she was feeling. “Instinct tells me as much. Although neither your nor your father would bother to tell me why.”

“Leilyn.”

“I’ve been lied to my whole life. You seem to think you can resolve my turmoil with more lies?”

“I wasn’t lying. I was…”

“What?”

“Procrastinating?” Even to his ears, it sounded weak.

She snorted and turned away. “It will take all your Alpha power to take me to your bed now and erase this mark. Would you do that?”

“Never.” The fierce growl in his words was pure Were anger. “I would never force you into my bed.”

“It’s going to take more than instinct. So this mark is stuck here, and they are coming. I hope you’re ready for a fight that isn’t in anyway fair. They fight dirty.”

“I know, and we’re ready.” Dell stepped closer. “What about you? Will you be with us? Or will you go back to them?”

“I don’t know. I guess I have about…” She tilted her head, her lips pursed as she thought. “Thirty one hours to figure it out. So do you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly.”

 

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Sunday Snippets 25 – Deep-Fried Sweethearts


Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors!

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Back to Michaela and the delectable Tag. Last week, Tag showed up to apply for the assistant manager position. This week Michaela has agreed to an interview, but worries about a flaw of hers…a tendency to blush at everything:

“Thanks, Miss O’Keefe, you won’t regret it.” He held out his hand; when she responded with her own, his warm hand folded hers in a gentle, but firm handshake.

“Easy, Tag-I haven’t given you the job yet.” She could swear the heat of his hand travelled up to flood her cheeks. If she did give him the job, working alongside such eye candy would be rough—especially with how easily she blushed.

“I know-let’s just say I’ve got a good feeling.”

So do I-oops, hush your inner voice. She had no doubt she was blushing now, but forced herself to smile and nod.

*A little creative editing in force to make it fit in the 8

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Michaela O’Keefe is in over her head with her restaurant, The Midway.  Her ad for an assistant manager brings Owen “Tag” Montague to her doorstep. With an impeccable resume and dozens of letters of recommendation, she has little choice but to give him a chance. Ten years her junior, Tag sets her long-dead libido humming, but she gave up on love and her instincts on men years ago.

Tag has had a crush on his new boss since his youth, but he’s determined to prove he can do the job. Still, he can’t resist the urge to make her blush down to her toes as often as possible. He knows her rough past in life and love makes it hard to trust, and he’s wary of crossing the line he so desperately wants to.

Just when they manage to figure out how to work and play together, Michaela’s ex does all he can to destroy their budding love. When push comes to shove Michaela’s inability to give Tag the benefit of the doubt might destroy everything.

Learning to trust herself again is the hardest lesson Michaela will ever have to learn – and by the time she does, it may be too late for love.

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Never too late for Christmas – Book Hooks 1

SantaMaybe_MEDMy first week participating in MFRW’s Book Hooks!

I’m excited to take part in this new weekly hook-ing fun meme!

To start off fresh, I’m going to hook from my Christmas story, Santa, Maybe…mostly because I was laid up for surgery right after it’s release and it didn’t get the love it whole-heartedly deserved.

Ivy and Alan haven’t seen each other for eight years. Former high school, and college sweethearts they were the “almost” couple…both career driven on disparate career paths, eventually they parted for good after on-again/off-again relationship. This is the first time they’ve seen each other in 8 years:

“Ivy. I had no idea you were back in Lake Point.”

“Been here for almost eight years,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.”

“You did. You just didn’t say you would come back here.”

When she pulled back he could’ve sworn he saw the glimmer of a tear at the edge of her emerald eyes. With a blink it was gone and she smiled. “No. I didn’t tell you that part, did I? Goodness, you look good. How have you been?”

“Busy,” he replied, chuckling when she said it at the same time as he did.

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Alan Richards returns to Lake Point for the holidays, counting the minutes until he can accomplish the dreaded goal of dealing with his aging parents and get back to the city. Finding his former soul mate living in the town they left together and swore they’d never return to tosses his ordered plans right on their head.

Ivy Nowell has never looked back since she left the city and her ballet career to raise her daughter in Lake Point. Alan’s homecoming dredges up old hurts and the love she never quite let go, but he hasn’t changed, with his relentless commitment to goals that differ completely from hers.

The attraction and instant understanding between them lingers, but neither are who they used to be. Alan wants to give it a chance, but Ivy is worried he’ll change his mind and won’t risk hurting her daughter.

It’ll take Santa and all his magic to keep them from walking away from each other again, maybe for forever this time.

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2014 So Far…

_MG_6667A few weeks back I wrote a post about the 2014 forecast for me and my writing. I figured now would be a good time for a “where I am now” on those goals and lists.  I’ll admit that February didn’t come out quite as I’d hoped, but I still have gotten a bit done in the weeks since I wrote the forecast–and I’ve added some new items, because apparently I didn’t think I’d overwhelmed myself enough.

So first, the overall goals I’d set – with where I am now.

  1. I’ve challenged myself to write 600,000 words in 2014. (140,975 WC as of 3/2/14 4:40PM)
  2. I will finish books 4 & 5 of the Dominion Falls series and submit by February 8th  – I didn’t get this done by Feb. 8th, but I did get it done. Submission went in February 17th.
  3. I will fine-tune and perfect Leap (Hidden Senses #.5) for publication.  I’m doing one more round of edits, then sending it to the proof-reader.
  4. I will build my audience and work harder at promotion. I am not doing enough with this. Need to get out more.
  5. I will find focus (see below), and figure out how to USE it. I had GREAT focus in January, too much in some ways. February, not so much. Hoping March will find me that happy medium.

And for my list of projects. Items in RED are done. Items in ORANGE are in progress (or progress notes). Items in BLUE are new. Some of the new items are in blue with the progress I’ve made in orange.

  1. Runaway Train (Dominion Falls 5) – 113k
  2. Stalled Independence (Lake Point #3) – 30k (6348 done)
  3. Katherine’s Story (Dominion Falls Prequel) – 25k (5329 Done)
  4. Into a Mirror Darkly (Morgana Chronicles 1) – 100k (~10k done)
  5. Witch Way (Lake Point #4) – 30k
  6. A Thorough Thanksgiving (Lake Point #5) – 30k
  7. The Wolf (The Tribe #1) – 100k
  8. Natural Selection – 40k (6621 done)
  9. Hybrid – unknown…going to do as “Chapters” not full length novel.
  10. The Dead Past (Dominion Falls 6-temporary name) – 100k
  11. The Chief (The Tribe #2) – 100k
  12. The Raven (The Tribe #4) – 100k
  13. Escaping Humanity (Co-authoring w/ Mary Terrani) – 100k (9,002 done)

Surprisingly so far I’ve only added the one story, although I have ideas for more rambling around in my head.  I’m pretty happy with what I’ve done so far. I love that I’m already at 140k for the year, but hope to get even further this month, and to finish both Stalled Independence and Katherine’s (as yet unnamed) story. 

Overall, my progress is good, but I’d like it to be better. I’d really like to work on building my audience, and I’m hoping my plans for the next few months help me do that.

Tuesday Tales – Pale – Natural Selection

Leilyn2Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!  This weeks prompt is Pale.

Leilyn got the shock of her life when Dell’s mere presence made her Were come out to play. Plus, she had Byron hint that Dell might be her mate.

This week Dell confronts his mate with some truths…and throws her world on its head:

Leilyn shifted too fast for Dell to have a chance to explain further. When he managed to change back to human, she already had her clothes back on. Her features were pale, drawn, and she’d refused to say a word to Olive or Byron, although she did accept Byron’s comforting hug.

Dell did his best not to growl his displeasure at the action. Considering Leilyn only knew half the truth, and Byron wasn’t showing any possession or protective instincts, Dell managed to keep his frustration under wraps.

He threw on the trousers Olive had thrown his way. Before Byron could ask the question he’d opened his mouth for, Dell cut him off. “Get out. Both of you. Out.” He put the full force of Alpha magic behind the command, something he rarely, if ever, did to Olive. This was too important.

Leilyn sank to the bed when Byron obeyed immediately. She rubbed her hands along her thighs, and Dell’s own hands twitched under his urge to go comfort her.

The moment the room was clear, Leilyn whispered, “I don’t understand.”

Dell grabbed a chair and spun it around. He straddled the seat and leaned on the back. “Have you been able to disobey a command?”

“Always. It wasn’t easy, but if I really set my mind to it, yes. Even my uncle, and he’s Alpha.”

“He’s not your Alpha. He’s not your uncle, either.”

“Yes. My parents were killed in the war, my mom…she was his sister.”

Dell gritted his teeth against the lie. “What year?”

“Sixty three.”

“Where are you from, Leilyn?” Dell rose when she shook her head. This time he wouldn’t let her skirt around the question. He stepped closer, putting force behind his words when he asked again, “Where are you from?”

Her nose wrinkled like she might get sick, and she stretched her neck against what he knew was an intense need to answer him. She fought the order hard, but in the end fairly vomited the words, “West Virginia.”

“The pack, they are weak, yes? They’re becoming more wolf than man, mongrel, their fur is patchy, their shifts painful.”

Even though her eyes fluttered shut, she wasn’t able to stop the tear that slipped along her cheek. “Not all of them.”

“They are the pack that attacked ours in sixty-three. They killed many Were’s and human’s alike. They took a young girl.” He sat beside her when she shook her head vehemently. With a gentle touch, he set his hand on hers. “Until my father reminded me, I’d forgotten. Pushed it out of my head because it was traumatic for me as well. We’d thought they’d killed you.”

“Not me.”

“Yes. You. We called you Megan. Your mother was pack, your father an Indian human.” He lifted her hand and pulled it close. “I saw you fall. When your body went missing my father assumed it was wildlife.”

“Not me, not me, not me.” Her hand shook before she grasped his.

“They stole you from us, from me.”

“I was treated well. Like a princess. They sent me to town in all sort of weather to be sure I was learned.” Her eyes fluttered open and she turned toward him. “I’m so confused. Why? Why would he do this?”

“Because their pack has bred together too much, they needed fresh blood.”

“He won’t let me go. I tried to reduce my risk by swimming to lessen how much scent I left behind, but he will come for me. I need to go. I have to.”

“No. You must stay.”

“Dell.” She trembled and leaned closer, her lashes curtained over her intense green eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m not doing anything.” His heart rate picked up when she set her hand on his chest to physically push away from him. She didn’t get far since he still held her hand.

She stared at their clasped hands. “What did you mean, when you said he took me—from you?”

“Not now.” No matter how much he wanted to claim her, he could sense her growing distress. In one day she’d gone from runaway to learning her whole life was a lie. That was a lot of surprises for one day, one more might tip her over the edge. “You need time to adjust.”

“What if I already know?”

“Then you can tell me tomorrow.”

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