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.


#MuseMon

Topic: “Fear”

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You would love these old men, she wrote . . .

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Their laughter is contagious. And you know their stories will carry them through the night or at least a few more pints while the world spins on around them.


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From: Someday in Dublin

Topic: “Old”

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

Tidbit Tuesday: It’s Hard To Think Straight With A Cat On Your Head

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In this scene from Someday In Dublin, Michael takes a late-night phone call . . .


Michael was dreaming he was wearing a large, heated hat. So large, in fact that in order to fit through the doorway, he had an emergency beacon that activated, so that everyone could clear out of the way.

He tried to step through, but the hat got stuck, pressing down on his head with punishing force as the noise of the beacon increased, bleating louder and louder until he opened his eyes and realized it as the middle of the night.

It was the middle of the night, his phone was ringing, and there was a cat on his head.

There was a cat on his head, and she wasn’t going to budge.

“Get off, you sodding feline,” he grumbled, pushing her off the pillow. He got a kick to the side of the face for that, and uttered a curse word as he fought his way out of the covers. He finally succeeded in putting his feet to the floor and stumbled over to his pants, still wadded up near the dresser. He pulled his phone from the pocket just as it stopped ringing.

“Shite!”

He swiped the screen angrily, pulling up the missed call.

Amy. Amy had called him. Continue reading

“Wow.”

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She pulled back. “Is that really the line you use? ‘We only have right now!'” she mocked. “‘Who knows what tomorrow will bring!‘”

She gave him a push and laughed as she held her free hand to her heart in a dramatic fashion. “‘We must seize this moment!‘” She sank down onto the bed, still laughing. “How many dewy-eyed women has that line scored for you, Mr. Ego? Bravo!” She clapped.


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Topic: “Ego”