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

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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

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He crossed the cabin in three strides . . .

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“Say it, Drella,” he demanded fiercely. “Tell me what you really want.”

She lifted her chin, and somehow managed to get the words out.

“I don’t want you to leave me. I want to stay with you.”


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Topic: “Stay”

From: Captured By The Hunter

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He Was Dying . . .

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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.


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Topic: “Fear”

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Writing Goals? Uh . . . I Have Them Here Somewhere . . .

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That’s pretty much it, folks. This year, I need to get shit done. With my YA books blowing my free time out of the water, I have been crazy behind on all my romance writing projects to the point of acute personal humiliation and embarrassment. Seriously.

I meant to have the Elemental Series entirely behind me by now, and publish a few more novellas, but wow. Just . . . wow. Being traditionally published is such an ordeal compared to self-pub, and it’s been a real learning process. A good one, believe me, but it’s been a slog. I think I have a handle on it all now, I’ve learned some critical time-management skills, and I’m ready to get back in the saddle again.

So this year, no crazy over-reaching goals. Here’s what I’m going for: Continue reading

Tidbit Tuesday: What If Santa’s What You’re Wishing For?

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In my holiday novella, Naughty or Nice, Olivia has just finished work on Christmas Eve at the mall, and with aching feet and no real plans, her holiday could really use some cheer. As always at Christmas, Santa comes through . . .


“Uuuugh…” Olivia said with a groan as they walked through the mall to the main doors. “I can’t wait to get out of these shoes.”

Jill stretched her back. “You sure you’re not coming over?”

Olivia smiled. “I’m sure.”

“Well, if you change your mind, we’re home tonight. Tomorrow we split between his parents and mine, though.”

“Thanks, but really – I’m good.” Olivia yawned, staggering a bit on her stiletto heels.

“Ho Ho Ho, ladies!” Santa’s voice rang out from the tacky foamcore gingerbread house set up in the center of the mall. Jill waved back.

“Hey Santa! Whassup?”

“Still taking requests,” he called out. “What are you wishing for?”

“Alcohol!” Jill called back. “And a foot rub for my friend, here!”

Santa looked over at Olivia. His beard obscured his face, but she could tell he was smiling.

“Is that so?” he said.

“Yeah, but give her the kind of rub that starts at the feet and works its way up!” Jill suggested, waggling her eyebrows. “Somebody needs to unwrap her under a Christmas tree, if you know what I mean.” Continue reading

#FanFic Friday: A #OnceUponATime Thanksgiving

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Okay, I know I’m a day late, but I was busy yesterday. Hope you were, too. Anyway, I’ve always thought it would have been wonderful if Once had done a Thanksgiving episode. The writers never got around to it, so I did it for them. Here ya go.


“What in the world is that?” Killian made a face as the gelatinous blob slid out of the can.

“It’s called cranberry sauce,” Emma said. “And now we slice it.”

“A sauce, by its very nature cannot be sliced. This looks nothing like sauce.”

“It’s good. Trust me.”

“Henry!” Snow called out. “Can you get those two extra chairs from the attic? This turkey is ready.”

“Here, let me help you,” David said, clearing the counter so that Snow could set the turkey down. “Is that too heavy for you?”

“I lug a seventeen pound infant around all day, every day,” she reminded him. “I think I can handle a twelve pound turkey.” Continue reading