Monthly Archives: April 2019

Sunday Snippet, April 28, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Jacob and Cara are discussing Belle’s will. (Belle was Cara’s grandmother.) Cara has been comparing the one she got from the attorney handling the estate with one kept in a safe at the house.

Talk turned to lighter things as they ate, and as they washed the dishes Jacob nodded toward the table. “What are you going to do about that?”

She sighed. “In the morning I’m calling the state’s Bar Association and asking for an investigation. And I’m going to go to the courthouse, to the Registrar of Wills and have them check to see which one they have on file.”

“And if they have the second one?”

“If they have the second one they had better produce the first one,” she replied, her voice cold. “I don’t think they’re going to stick their necks out and lose their cushy jobs to protect an unethical lawyer.”

“Probably not,” he agreed. “But they all pretty much owe their jobs to Jonas.”

“Is he likely to admit that he even had knowledge of the changes to the will?”

Jacob’s answer was a slow chuckle. “No, not likely. Not if he wants to hold onto the good will of the people. See, the Blackthorns settled this town. There’s been a Blackthorn as mayor ever since… well, since before it was officially incorporated as a town.”   

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 4-27-2019

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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.

Picking up a few lines from last week’s snippet from a neglected WiP. The boys have been stranded on a deserted street in a winter storm, turned away by a church shelter because they’re gay.  They’ve been rescued by a woman across the street who has bustled them off to a shower. Clean, warm, and dry, Tommy and Alex have followed their noses to the kitchen. This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

“Is there anyone you want to call to let them know you’re all right? I have a couple pay as you go phones so they won’t be able to find you.”

They exchanged glances and shook their heads. “There’s no one. Our parents won’t care and neither will the rest of our families.”

“Friends?”

“They all turned against us too.”

She nodded. “Small town? Everyone went to the same school and same church and no one ever stepped outside the line?”

“Pretty much.”

“Westbrook’s not much better in some ways. But this place is a haven for those who don’t fit in.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #226 (4/24/2019)

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:

You take a wrong turn and end up in a deserted town. (AKA a ghost town.)

 

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, April 21, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Jacob and Cara are discussing Belle’s will. (Belle was Cara’s grandmother.) Cara has been comparing the one she got from the attorney handling the estate with one kept in a safe at the house.

 

“Is there anyone in this town who isn’t?” [In Jonas’s pocket.]

“A few. You. Me. Tamira. [Belle’s original lawyer]. Belle wasn’t. There are a few others in town that aren’t, but mostly because he hasn’t deemed them important enough to try to buy. Trouble is, they aren’t strong enough to cross him – if he wants them to look the other way they won’t see anything.”

Cara nodded, suddenly weary.

“Don’t worry,” Jacob told her. “We can handle anything he throws at us. He knows we can’t be bought. And he has no power here, or at the shop. And he won’t interfere. Belle was too well liked in this town – he knows he has to move carefully where things that involve her are concerned. He might have money and the power that it brings, but he also knows that he needs the goodwill of the people. Most don’t know what he’s really like, and he needs to keep it that way.”

She nodded, slightly relieved, but the coincidence of her grandmother’s death and the attorney’s attack by yellow jackets was just too much to ignore, although she couldn’t quite figure out how they were related or how Jonas was involved. 

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

Find more great reading
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Rainbow Snippet for 4-20-2019

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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.

Picking up a few lines from last week’s snippet from a neglected WiP. The boys have been stranded on a deserted street in a winter storm, turned away by a church shelter because they’re gay.  They’ve been rescued by a woman across the street who has bustled them off to a shower. Clean, warm, and dry, Tommy and Alex have followed their noses to the kitchen. This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

“So,” she said as she sat down. “You know my name. What are yours?” Deft hands dished spaghetti and passed plates as she spoke.

“I’m Alex Thomas, and this is Tommy Alexander.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Not your real names, I’m guessing?”

“Not… Not entirely. It’s our real first names but the last names… they’re sort of a tribute to each other.”

She nodded. “Eat,” she urged them, taking a bite from her own plate. “How long have you two been on the streets?”

“About a month. Tommy’s parents kicked him out when they found out he was gay and mine kicked us out when they found out we both were.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #225 (4/17/2019)

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 missed deadline
a fishing lure
a song

 

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, April 14, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Jacob and Cara are discussing Belle’s will. (Belle was Cara’s grandmother.) Cara has been comparing the one she got from the attorney handling the estate with one kept in a safe at the house.

 

“The will was tampered with. And her signature was so badly forged a third grader could tell the difference.”

Jacob nodded. “Once she was gone they figured no one would know – Tamira and I wouldn’t be likely to see the new one and they figured you wouldn’t be familiar with her handwriting. They didn’t figure on you reading everything over – or comparing it to the original.”

“I don’t think he even knew I had the original.” She sat down and rubbed her forehead. “Even if they thought there was a copy here they wouldn’t have thought I’d have had time to find it.” She sighed and stared at the papers and computer. 

“How bad were the changes?”        

She shrugged. “The main part wasn’t touched. It was just the rider about what was to happen if I didn’t want to take possession, or if something happened to me before I created a will of my own. In the original, the shop and everything associated with it was to go to Tamira in the case of my turning it down, and the estate and everything associated with it was to go to you. In the revised version, if I don’t take control it all goes into a trust organization – one headed by Jonas Blackthorn.”

Jacob nodded, seemingly unperturbed by the news – and certainly not surprised. “I kinda suspected that Henry Rupert was in Jonas’ pocket,” he said.   

“Is there anyone in this town who isn’t?”

“A few. You. Me. Tamira. [Belle’s original lawyer*]. Belle wasn’t. There are a few others in town that aren’t, but mostly because he hasn’t deemed them important enough to try to buy. Trouble is, they aren’t strong enough to cross him – if he wants them to look the other way they won’t see anything.”

 

*I still haven’t named her.

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 4-13-2019

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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.

Picking up a few lines from last week’s snippet from a neglected WiP. The boys have been stranded on a deserted street in a winter storm, turned away by a church shelter because they’re gay.  They’ve been rescued by a woman across the street who has bustled them off to a shower. Clean, warm, and dry, Tommy and Alex have followed their noses to the kitchen. This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

 

“Hungry?”

They nodded. 

“It’s nothing fancy, but I haven’t poisoned anyone yet. Help yourselves to coffee.  Or there’s hot water for tea or hot chocolate if you’d rather.”

“Thank you.” Alex stared at her for a moment. “We… We don’t have any way to repay you,” he said nervously.

“Who asked you to? Get your drinks and sit down.”

Hesitantly they obeyed, and she smiled as she put a bowl of spaghetti on the table, followed by a plate of bread sticks that she pulled from the oven.

“So,” she said as she sat down. “You know my name. What are yours?” Deft hands dished spaghetti and passed plates as she spoke.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #224 (4/10/2019)

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:

You are a bard hired to entertain the crowds on Monday Nights (Mug for a Copper Night).
Describe a typical night.

(This prompt was inspired by 100 Jobs Posted To a Tavern Community Board)

 

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, April 7, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Jacob and Cara are back from Cara’s meeting with the lawyer that was handling her grandmother’s estate. (The “it” that Cara is referring to is a copy of the will that Henry Rupert gave her at their meeting.)

(Please note, this is still a rough draft. And, yes, I’m aware they nod a lot. All my characters nod a lot in the first draft; they’re worse than those bobble-headed dogs you used to get to put on your car’s dash.)

 

 “You look a little unnerved,” he said as he walked her to the door. “You going to be all right tonight?”

She nodded. “I think so. I’m going to compare what Henry Rupert gave me with what’s in the safe, lock them both up, and go to bed.” She frowned, glancing at the sky. It wasn’t even dusk yet. “Okay, I won’t go to bed right away. It just feels later than it is.”

Jacob nodded. “It’s been a long rough day for you, and tomorrow might not be any easier.” He hesitated, then nodded at her case. “What are you going to do if they don’t match up?”

“If they don’t match up I’ll be going to the courthouse first thing in the morning, to the Registrar of Wills. And if necessary I’ll go above that, too. And I’ll be contacting the Bar.”

Jacob nodded. “Just be careful, Cara. You’re on the brink of making some powerful enemies.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and nodded wearily and he gave her shoulders a squeeze. “But you also have powerful friends, and are safe here in this house. Don’t ever back down from what you know is right.”

 

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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