#OnceUponATime #Fanfic Friday: Pomp, Circumstance and A Very Bored Pirate


In my Once Upon A Time fanfic, Loose Threads (a later installment of The Memory Keeper series), we meet up with Killian and Emma (and a few others) a short time before Henry is set to take the throne as the new king of Camelot. Snow and Regina are ready to plan a memorable party – if only everyone else would get on board . . .

“I realize this is just pomp and circumstance, but I could do with a bit less of the pomp.” Killian set down his empty wine goblet, unstoppered his flask and poured a healthy dose of rum into it.

“I’ll take some of that,” David said, nudging his own goblet over. “And one thing I’ve learned about Regina – she can never have enough pomp.”

“How bloody long can they argue over the varying shades of crimson and gold?” Killian asked.

“Who even knew there were varying shades of crimson and gold?” Robin interjected, reaching for the flask. “I don’t think we’ve made an inch of headway.”

“If you three are quite finished,” Regina said, raising her voice. “We could use a little guidance.”

“Is it regarding color schemes, china patterns, flatware designs, draperies or sconces?” Killian asked.

“No, it’s -”

“Furniture placement, carpeting, water closet availability or floral design?” Killian continued, ticking the items off on his fingers.

“Enough!” Regina snapped. She took a breath. “It’s a matter of decorum.”

Killian raised a brow. “Well, don’t look at me.”

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And then he felt it – the slightest squeezing of her fingers against his . . .


“Yes! That’s it, Lizzie! Work for it…can you curl your toes? Think about your toes, Lizzie.”

She blinked rapidly, as if the lights and sounds were overwhelming her. A tear leaked out of the corner of one eye, and then another, and another.

“I know it hurts. I know. I know, Lizzie. But move a toe. Just one toe, if you can.”


Topic: “Toil”

It’s Time To Say Goodbye – To Facebook

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I’ve been struggling with this for a while because it was just so deeply entrenched. Facebook is such a part of the internet landscape now, it’s hard to imagine life without it. The truth is, I’m on it less and less these days (on this author account), and losing it now would barely warrant a blip on my radar.

Ever since my writing career took off in the YA market, my time has been at a premium. I’m behind on a lot of the romance projects I’d like to finish, and carving out the time to finish them has been really tough. I do work a full-time day job in addition to the writing, so I have to spend what little time I do have in a wiser fashion if I’m going to manage this.

To that end, I’ve decided to let Facebook go for Britt DeLaney. It wasn’t giving me much in return, really, and Facebook has changed its algorithms so frequently and at such detriment to authors that it makes no sense to waste precious time with it anymore. Continue reading

#Free Read #Friday – The Gods Must Be Caffeinated



What happens when the gods get together over coffee? Hilarity, that’s what. It’s not easy walking among mortals, but it’s even rougher having to spend an eternity with people you just can’t stand. Here’s a bit:

“Captain America,” snorted Heloha. “Like he was here first.”

“Now who’s getting pissy?” Ares asked.

“I’m just saying, I’d like a word with Stan Lee, making a white guy Captain America.”

“You should be grateful,” observed Apollo. “You could have been born like Baldur.”

“I heard that!” said a sing-song voice from a cozy chair near the window. He closed his magazine, staring pointedly at those around the table. “And what, pray tell, is wrong with being ‘born this way’?”

“I wouldn’t consider being known as “Baldur the Beautiful” to be a point of strength.” Ares smirked as he stuffed the entire muffin into his mouth.

“Well, that’s the classic interpretation. I’m more like Baldur the Fabulous now! And it’s working for me and I get what I want and you can just kiss my amazing, glowing ass.” He opened his magazine back up with a snap, dismissing them all thoroughly.


#OnceUponATime #Fanfic Friday: Mr. Jones Has Some Remembering To Do


In my Once Upon A Time fanfic, Mr. Jones, Killian Jones finds himself alone in a strange place, with no memory of his former life. When Emma makes it her mission to find him, she’ll have some convincing to do–and a big, big secret to reveal. In this opening chapter, we get a feel for what Killian’s new life is all about . . .

Killian Jones was not having a good day.

He stared up at the darkening sky from the bottom of the canyon, then back at the line of boys trailing behind him.

“Look alive!” he shouted, and their three heads came up in unison. Jack, the eldest, circled back as Will – who was right behind him – quickened his pace. Killian could hear Jack encouraging John, who was youngest, but John was having none of it.

“-dragging us out here when it’s a hundred degrees outside,” young John grumbled. “I hate hiking.”

“Come on,” Jack cajoled. “We used to hike with Dad, remember?”

“He’s not Dad.”

“No, he’s not,” Jack said tiredly. “But we’re gonna be out here all night if you don’t get a move on.”

Will made a rude noise from up ahead. “One night in the desert is enough for me with this clown.”

“Hey!” Killian called out sharply. “That’s enough lollygagging. Those are storm clouds overhead.” He pointed up, above the ridge. “We don’t want to be caught on the canyon floor when the rain hits.”

“It’s desert,” Will pointed out. “It would have to rain for ten hours before the ground would even get wet enough to make mud.”

“My point exactly,” Killian said, putting his hand on his hip as he surveyed the terrain. “The water will run first, and with great force and speed. A flash flood will take you down before you even know it’s upon you. Let’s get higher and find shelter before that occurs, shall we?” Continue reading

He Was Dying . . .

Woman sleeping on a medical bed

He felt the life draining from him, sucked away like dust in a windstorm, feeding into the mouth of the creature, leaving him shriveled and contorted. His features were now a twisted mask of terror and agony with no resemblance to the man he used to be. His final breath left him in a rush, captured only by the gaping maw of the evil that held him.


Topic: “Fear”

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