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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

 

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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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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

 

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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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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

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 4-6-2019

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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 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.  This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

 

“I wonder why he sent us there? I mean, he must have known what he was like. He said it was his church, the one he goes to.”

Tommy looked at him and Alex winced at the fevered flush in his pale cheeks.

“He knew what kind of reception we’d get,” Tommy said. “He knew we’d get stranded out here in this weather with nowhere to go.”

“He sent us here to die?” Alex asked incredulously.

Tommy nodded and focused on removing the rest of his clothes. “I don’t have any other theory, but if you do I’d love to hear it.” He stood up and made his way into the shower room and Alex joined him a moment later.

“I believe you,” Alex said as hot water splashed onto the floor and steam enveloped his body. “I just don’t like thinking that someone would do that, would deliberately send us to someone who would turn us out to die.”

“I don’t either,” Tommy replied stepping under the spray. “That’s why I was hoping you’d have a better theory.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, March 31, 2019

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

Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate and is discussing things with Jacob.  This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

“The why is probably in your case,” he said, nodding toward the briefcase on her lap. “As for how… That’s something we’re still working on.”

“We… You and Tamira?”

He nodded.

“Jacob, what is going on? I feel like there are things happening that I’m a part of but don’t know about.”

“There are,” he admitted. “But it’s all right. You’re safe.”

“Safe from what?” Tamira’s words about Jonas came racing back through her mind.   

He made no answer.

“Jonas?” she ventured. “But how?” She shook her head. “This is nuts. There’s no way he could be responsible for an attack of yellow jackets.”

“Of course not,” Jacob agreed. “No more than he can be responsible for a heart attack.”  

 

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 3-30-2019

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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 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.  This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

 

“What do you think, Tommy?” Alex asked after she had left them. 

Tommy didn’t answer for a moment, focusing on breathing without coughing as he took off his sweatshirt.

“I think she’s right. I think we’re safe here. At least for now.” He sighed and sat down on a bench. “At least for tonight we have someplace warm to be, and where we can maybe be together.”

Alex nodded and sat down to take his sneakers off.

“I wonder why he sent us there? I mean, he must have known what he was like. He said it was his church, the one he goes to.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, March 24, 2019

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

Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate and is discussing things with Jacob. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

Cara fell silent, thinking about his answer. The day her letter came, her grandmother had been overjoyed, telling everyone that she wanted to come for a visit. Belle had died that night, and the next day, the one person who knew what was in Belle’s will had nearly died. Something cold ran up her spine and filled her blood vessels with ice.

“Jacob…”

The old man shook his head. “Seems a bit of a coincidence, doesn’t it?”

She couldn’t answer around the dead feeling in her throat.

“It’s all right,” he soothed.  “She is going to be all right.”

“But why…? And how…?”

 

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 3-23-2019

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Picking up 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. This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

 

“Come,” she said, beckoning for them to follow. “You can tell me your story later but for now let’s get you a hot shower and some clean dry clothes.”

They followed her down a set of stairs into a finished basement. 

“Showers,” she said, pointing. “You’ll find everything you need in the locker room. And in here,” she opened a door, “are clothes. Help yourselves. Just throw your wet things in the hamper — I’ll do laundry later or in the morning. Come upstairs when you’re done.” She turned to them and smiled. “You are safe here,” she assured them.

“What do you think, Tommy?” Alex asked after she had left them. 

 

 

 

 

 

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