Monthly Archives: February 2018

Wednesday Words #165 (2/21/2018)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a horse
a daughter
a cake

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 18, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Skipping ahead a bit from last week.

Justice tossed his head, looking intently toward the hilltop. Pashevel followed his gaze and saw Marlia wobble and half fall, saw Dakkas move to catch her and help her to the ground. “Must be done,” Pashevel murmured. “Let’s go get her and bring her down here.” Justice was closer, so he reached up and touched his horn, asking a question. The unicorn lowered his head in acquiescence and Pashevel vaulted lightly onto his back. Justice shifted into an easy canter, Sonata at his side. 

Dakkas looked up as they approached. “She just fell,” he said, his voice worried and a touch defensive. 

“I know,” Pashevel said, sliding off of Justice. “Sometimes when a healing is especially intense, it drains her.” He picked her up and lifted her onto Justice where her instincts took over and she gripped the unicorn with her legs even as she slumped forward over his neck. “Come on, Dakkas, let’s get them down to the fire. The wind is picking up and the last thing we need is for them to get a chill. Or you either,” he added, nodding toward the Drow’s back. “Marlia can take care of that once she’s slept.”

“It’s nothing,” Dakkas protested. He deserved the pain, the scars – neither would ever match the pain and scars that would be on his heart when Kashrya left him.

 

 Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-17-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

I’m posting excerpts from Doll, a little F/f BDSM story that I started back in January of 2014. It’s kind of a UFO (UnFinished Object) that is sort of turning back into a WiP. We’ll see.

 

Picking up from last week, and Doll’s memory/flashback to her meeting with the woman with the boots and bullwhip.

“Victor…”I wasn’t sure which was irritating me more: Victor calling me “Babs” or telling me what to do.

He ignored the warning in my voice, intent on more important things.  “Look, I know what’s going through your mind right now.  You prefer men. You don’t even know her.  But if she gave you the faintest hint of interest you would beg to be in her collar.”

“I would not.”  I sighed and lowered my gaze to the smooth wooden bar top.  “I would.”  I looked up at him.  “How did you know?”

He shrugged.  “She has that effect on every single submissive that meets her.  Hell, there are even a few Doms that wouldn’t mind submitting to her.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #164 (2/14/2018)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a pink rose
white lace
an enemy

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 11, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Pashevel bowed. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” He knelt and gently spread a blanket over Kashrya, covering her. “I’m going to set up a campsite over there.” He indicated a spot surrounded by boulders. “It’s a bit more sheltered from the elements, and a little less exposed than this hill top.” He saw a startled and guarded look in the Drow’s eyes, and smiled sadly. “I don’t believe either of you got those wounds from a cave in,” he said softly, “which means that there may be some enemies about.”

Dakkas nodded, glad that the Elf – Pashevel – was not pressing him for information. He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, but once he knew that Kashrya would be all right he would tell them anything they wanted to know.

 

 Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-10-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

I’m posting excerpts from Doll, a little F/f BDSM story that I started back in January of 2014. It’s kind of a UFO (UnFinished Object) that is sort of turning back into a WiP. We’ll see.

 

Picking up from last week, and Doll’s memory/flashback to her meeting with the woman with the boots and bullwhip.

I didn’t intend to look for her when I left the coat room, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. 

She sat alone at a corner table, and I studied her from the corner of my eye as I made my way to the bar, taking in details I had missed earlier: dark hair in a French braid, fair skin, understated make up. She was taller than I was, but the clothes she wore made her seem soft, somehow, but that softness was at odds with the air of command that radiated from her.

I sighed as I took a seat at the bar, and Victor raised an eyebrow.

“Who is she?”

He shook his head. “No, Babs. You don’t want to get mixed up with her.”

“Victor…”I wasn’t sure which was irritating me more: Victor calling me “Babs” or telling me what to do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #163 (2/7/2018)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

Use this line in a story:
“I refuse to let her hurt me.”

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 4, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Sadly he [Dakkas] stroked Kashrya’s hair as he began to sing to her, the same lullaby he had been singing when the Elves had arrived. He was going to lose her. Once she realized that he was a Drow, once she realized that she could go with the Elves, to find people that would accept her… He had no illusions as to which she would prefer – an outcast member of an outcast race, or the Elves. He hung his head, not wanting the Elf to see his tears.

“Here.” Reflexively he looked up, his eyes falling on a travel cake. “I’m thinking you need something to tide you over while I get some supper started.” Hesitantly he reached for it, glancing up to try to read the Elf’s expression. “I don’t bite.”  There was gentle humor in the voice, and a deep understanding. “My name is Pashevel.”

“Dakkas.” He took the travel cake and broke off a bite. “And this is Kashrya.”

 

 Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-3-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

I’m posting excerpts from Doll, a little F/f BDSM story that I started back in January of 2014. It’s kind of a UFO (UnFinished Object) that is sort of turning back into a WiP. We’ll see.

Picking up from last week:

Unbidden, my mind conjured up fantasies of her touch, and I shuddered. 

I had never wanted anyone – man or woman – the way I wanted her.

For a moment I considered slipping a note into her coat pocket with my name and phone number, but that would be far too forward and presumptuous, not to mention that it sounded like something from a bad Doris Day movie. With a sigh I ran my hands along her coat, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles, wishing…

I didn’t intend to look for her when I left the coat room, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Finally February!

Is January over yet?

It is? Really?

*sighs in relief* That has to have been the longest month in the history of months. I have no idea why, but it felt more like 31 weeks than 31 days. (And I’m not the only one that felt like that; we were talking about it at work the other night too.)

Anyhow, January is finally over and February has started and even if that thrice-cursed groundhog saw his shadow it’s time for new goals.

But wait, what about my old goals? How did I do in the never-ending month of January?

Lousy.

So, this month’s goals are to tackle last month’s goals again. In case you’ve forgotten, they were:

“This month I want to get the changes to Book 5 (of the Academy of the Accord series) entered, and get Book 5.5 ready to print, and get the concordance caught up through Book 5.”

Oh, and re-number all the books after Book 5.

Yeah. None of that happened and the concordance has still not made a reappearance.

So, I still need to tackle last month’s goals, in addition to this month’s goals, which are:

Book 5.5(6) first round paper edits done
Book 5.5(6) changes entered
Concordance caught up through Book 5.5(6)

Actually, if I can get Book 5.5(6) ready to print (and printed) I can take it to work on night shift and do the first round paper edits. But I have to get to that point first.

And I still have to find the concordance.

 

 

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