Tuesday Tales – Summer – Witch Way

felicityWelcome back to Tuesday Tales!  This weeks prompt is to be inspired by the word Summer.

Well, The Wolf is done, and while I must work on Witch Way, this weeks word prompt just didn’t fit. It also didn’t fit into Natural Selection. So this week I’m starting a new story. I believe it’ll be fantasy, but I haven’t figured it out completely yet.

This week’s prompt fell into my current WIP for the Holidays in Lake Point series, Witch Way. Felicity and Craig have been having a hot and heavy few meet and greets. Felicity is in it for a fling with a hot fireman, but she gets some advice from a trusted source:

Felicity dropped her bag in the mud room and kicked off her shoes. Before she even made it to the door she stripped out of her jacket and skirt. The moment her shirt hit the floor, a dress flew her way. She caught it on and slipped the simple black dress over her head. “Thanks, Patty. One more minute in that suit and I was going to burst.”

“You’re home late.” Near the window, Patty rearranged the plants for better light. The woman could have been Felicity’s mother, they looked so similar, with the exception of the grey streak at the front of her black locks, which were cut short in a cute bob as opposed to Felicity’s own long locks. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with that McAlister boy, would it?”

“Has the all-knowing Patty been peeking into her crystal ball again?” Felicity couldn’t quite keep the sardonic tone from her voice, but Patty only chuckled in response.

“Don’t be silly. I saw you on the square today. I told you that boy would grow up into a handsome young man.”

“Yes, he did. However, it’s just a fling, like all the others.”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

Felicity tensed a few feet behind Patty. She’d been about to give her aunt a hello kiss, but Patty’s knowing tone gave her pause. “Why do you say that?”

“I pulled the cards soon as I got home.”

“You promise you wouldn’t do that to me.” Felicity sighed and bypassed her aunt to perch on the counter. She popped a couple of grapes off the stem in the nearby fruit bowl. “You’re too close to do an accurate reading. Your feelings on the matter influence the cards.”

“No, not always. In this situation I wasn’t sure how to feel. After all, he wasn’t exactly the nicest boy when you were younger. I was worried for you, the cards eased my mind.”

“Because you wanted them to.” Felicity would never dismiss a good tarot reading, and Patty was the best, but Patty had also been the one that taught her how your own feelings could influence a reading.

“Would it make a difference if I told you I called Celeste as well?”

“Unfortunately, it would.”

“She got the exact same reading as I did. Card for card. Craig is a good man, and he’s meant to be around for a while.”

“Once the fling is flung he’ll be gone as the summer.”

“The summer does not depart until tomorrow, and Craig won’t pass with it.”

Felicity groaned and dropped her head into her hands. “I wanted a fling, Patty.”

“You’re getting a little old to be flinging yourself around.”

“No woman in our family has ever maintained a relationship with a man. Ever.”

“No woman has ever been like you, my darling girl.” Patty smoothed her hands over Felicity’s hair, pulling the ends over her shoulders. “Look at me.”

“I’m just like you, and you’ve said I’m just like my mother. My father left her soon as he heard about me and she up and died during childbirth.”

“And you, Felicity. You are more than either of us either were. You have managed to find the balance we never could. I am all crazy witch lady, your mother went straight normal, even faking church-going to soothe your father’s mind. When he found out the truth, thanks to Samhain, that’s when he left. It wasn’t about you.”

“And yet, it was.”

“He didn’t know. He never knew. I tried to contact him, but he refused to listen to me. Your mother blamed herself. None of that matters now. What matters now is who you are. I think you are the one that can keep a man, and keep your balance.”

“I don’t want to.” Felicity clasped her aunt’s hands in her own. “All of this feels like a curse. A hex on our family.”

“There is no such thing, we just suck at relationships.” Patty smiled. “You should give this a good chance before you dismiss it.”

“I just don’t know.” Truthfully, relationships scared her. Probably because no one ever stook around all that long. Plus, Craig hadn’t been too far off. Old teasing and taunts had followed her through childhood into her adult years.

“Have you told him the truth?”

“No. He can’t even say the word witch in my presence. He couldn’t handle it.”

“I think you should try.”

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Tuesday Tales – Lemon – Stalled Independence

ReganWelcome back to Tuesday Tales!  This weeks prompt is to be inspired by Lemon.

I’d like to re-introduce you to Regan from my Independence Day story set in the wonderful little town of Lake Point (where Tag & Michaela live). I first introduced her months ago when her car stalled out and died…and she was rescued by a cowboy. At this point in the story Regan has managed to get herself a job and a place to stay.

She’s crushing on her rescuer, Clay, a little bit…but her past experiences hold her back. Myrtle (Tag’s aunt) is her boss…and meddling in her life as much as she does anyones:

Regan rushed into The Diner so fast she forgot to let go of the door and got yanked backwards. Her finger smarted and she cursed under her breath. “Crap, damn, ow.”

“Well there you are, sunshine.” Myrtle set two full plates down on the bar for the waiting customers. “I was getting worried about you.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Regan shook out her hand and shed her coat. “The alarm in the apartment didn’t go off.”

“How did your first night in the new place go?”

Thanks to Myrtle, Regan had found a nice, small, and furnished apartment to rent that wasn’t too expensive. Although it was someone’s finished basement, she had a front and back door, a kitchen and bathroom. Her bedroom and living room were the same room, but there was a large walk-in closet that would have been great if she still had all her clothes. “It was okay.”

“Just okay?” Myrtle handed Regan her apron as she passed. “You were all excited to not be sleeping in the motel. Is the apartment not comfortable?”

“No. It’s great. The bed is stupid-comfortable.” Regan tied off the apron and scanned the room. Lucky for her there weren’t a lot of customers yet. Her guilt was mildly alleviated that she hadn’t left Myrtle in the lurch.

“So?”

“Oh, right. It’s just—I’ve never stayed anywhere alone.” From living with her parents as a child, onto her roommate in the dorms her one semester in college, and then right in with Tony, she’d always lived with someone else. “I thought it was just the hotel, but I’m just not used to being alone.”

“Everything is much louder and quieter all at once that first time.” Myrtle squeezed her shoulder. “I know how it feels.”

“I’m sure I’ll get used to it eventually. It’s just weird.” Weird, creepy, scary, whatever one would call it. Either way, Regan had tossed and turned all night. Without any sleep the night before, she feared she’d end up dragging her feet all shift.

“Be a dear and cut those lemons for me, would you?” Myrtle hacked away at a head of lettuce behind the counter. “And how is Clay?”

“What?” Regan stopped with the knife barely through the rind. “Why would you ask me that? I mean, what?”

Myrtle chuckled. “Sorry. Just you two seem awful chummy.”

“He’s been nice.” Regan focused on cutting the lemon. Sure, she found Clay attractive, I mean what girl wouldn’t drool over a tall, dark, and handsome cowboy straight out of a movie. One with brains, and gorgeous forest-green eyes, and…what the hell are you doing? Regan’s shoulders sagged and she focused all her attention on the lemon in front of her. That lemon was far safer than thoughts of Clay. Last thing she needed was a man. After Tony, she’d be find never even being friends with another guy.

“Regan?” Myrtle’s hand rested on her shoulder. “What is it, child?”

Myrtle’s attentions made Regan aware of the tear on her cheek.  Regan hooked her finger and wiped it away with her knuckle to avoid lemon juice anywhere near her eye. She cleared her throat and tried to come up with a good explanation. After everything, it seemed silly to miss Tony, he was the reason she’d left.

“You miss your family?”

“No.” Regan closed her eyes, cursing her frank admission. Years ago she’d given up hope of her family caring anymore. They’d disowned her when she’d left college, or rather flunked out. She sighed. “I don’t know. My head is a mess.”

“Your head? Or your heart?”

“Yes.”

“Must have been tough leaving everything.”

She hadn’t had much to leave, but it still kept her up at night. The effort it had taken to leave had been herculean. “I just don’t know if I did the right thing.”

“Sometimes the right thing to do is the hardest thing to do.” Myrtle tossed the lettuce into a bin, and started in on the carrots. “I’ve been there a few times in my life.”

Regan had little doubt Myrtle meant what she said. “I guess.”

“You happy here?”

“Here?” Regan glanced around the small, neat café. Only a few tables were full, but she already knew all their names. Despite being in New York, which she’d heard was full of rude cities and people, this place had a small town feel like where she’d lived in Illinois. “I think so. I don’t really know it that well, yet.” Why she’d made it conditional, she didn’t know. Instinct, maybe. Instinct to keep guarded.

“You know their names?” Myrtle shook her peeler toward the occupied booths.

“Yes.”

“Then you know it well enough. Lake Point is a good little town. Once you know the lie-abouts like them, you’re in.” Myrtle paused to wink before she resumed her attention to the carrots. “I think sometimes you just know in your heart when you’re home, and you can relax.”

“What if you don’t trust your heart?” Though she’d kept her words quiet, Regan could still feel Myrtle’s strong gaze on her. Heat flamed her cheeks and she gathered the cut lemons into the bucket. “I should go put these in the cooler.”

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Love is in the Air – Blog Hop

DFS_MDIt’s that time of year!  Romance is in the air, chocolates are everywhere, and roses are now three times the cost all because of one little day!

That’s right, it’s Valentine’s Day!

Rather than emptying your wallet for pricey roses that’ll just fade off and die…why not use those funds to stock up on sweet, romantic reads?

Or even better?

WIN THEM!! 

In honor of my first Valentine’s themed story, Deep Fried Sweethearts, and the “Love is in the Air” blog hop, I’m having a fun little giveaway! Best part?  There’s not just ONE prize, but THREE!!

love-is-in-the-air2014FIRST PRIZE: An ebook copy of both my holiday stories – Deep Fried Sweethearts & Santa, Maybe – Plus, a $10 gift card to your favorite ebook retailer. (Only those that take part in 2 out of 3 entries are eligible for the First Prize Package)

SECOND PRIZE: A $5 gift card to your favorite ebook retailer & a copy of Deep Fried Sweethearts

THIRD PRIZE: An ebook copy of Deep Fried Sweethearts

There are three ways to enter.

  1. Leave a comment telling me what you love about Valentine’s day!!
  2. Go to my Facebook page & “Like” it, then leave a comment on this post saying you did & your FB name.
  3. Follow me on twitter, come back here and leave a comment with your twitter name!

That’s it! Easy peasey!!

Giveaway will close at 11:59PM on February 14th. Winners will be drawn at 8AM on February 15th and have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be selected in their place.

Disclaimer: Giveaway is open internationally. Participants must take part in 2 out of the 3 possible entries to be eligible for first prize. This giveaway is in no way affiliated w/ twitter or facebook.

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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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5* Goodreads Revew:

This is a well written, sweet read about loving and healing. Owen is loving and dedicated to healing Michaela’s damaged and battered heart. Michaela’s walls are no match for Owen’s patience and understanding.

 

Hump Day Hook 54 – Santa, Maybe

SantaMaybe_MEDBack to Hump Day Hook!

So very close to release (and a giveaway)!!  So, here’s some more of Santa, Maybe.

Ivy is having lunch with her friend Eve, still stewing over the accusation of her daughter Justina’s parentage.  Eve points out that Justina’s real father did look similar to Alan:

“Then you could call it an honest mistake.”

“An honest mistake which managed to accuse 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 very lucky the condom was sound.”

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

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Hump Day Hook asks authors to post one paragraph of one of their stories, whether a WIP, one contracted, or already published.  Please visit and comment on the participants – you might just stumble on the next great read for your library!  To see more participants, click on the HDH banner below:

 

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Don’t forget, even though I’m not hooking them any longer, my Dominion Falls Series is still happily out there. 🙂

Did you like this sample?  You can pick up the whole series now!!

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Hump Day Hook 53 – Santa, Maybe

SantaMaybe_MEDBack to Hump Day Hook!

Back with my (first ever) contemporary romance, which will be releasing soon.

Ivy and Alan’s first meeting after eight years didn’t go so well. Alan learned Ivy had a daughter and assumed, because of the girls dark hair, that Ivy had kept his own child from him.  Ivy is furious that he made this assumption, that she would keep a child from him.  She, and his mother, have told Alan that the child was fathered by another man, Justin.  The man she was sort of dating the last time Alan and Ivy saw each other. Alan has come to ‘apologize’ but doesn’t do so well:

“And where is Justin? Why isn’t he defending himself?” Alan folded his arms across his chest.

The venom faded at the mention of Justin. She backed off and turned away. Angry as she was at him, she wasn’t about to let him see the grief she still carried. “He’s gone.”

“Convenient.”

She straightened her back. “No. It really isn’t.”

“Of course it is. For him.”

“He’s dead, you asshole. Get out of my studio.”

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Hump Day Hook asks authors to post one paragraph of one of their stories, whether a WIP, one contracted, or already published.  Please visit and comment on the participants – you might just stumble on the next great read for your library!  To see more participants, click on the HDH banner below:

 

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Don’t forget, even though I’m not hooking them any longer, my Dominion Falls Series is still happily out there. 🙂

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