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Wednesday Randomness: Behind the Scenes of my Current Project

Happy Wednesday!

I’ve been having a helluva time figuring out what I’m going to share in this little sneak peak/behind the scenes look at my current project. Mostly because I’m at a point where I’m not solid on everything yet. I’m still figuring my way around these characters and story.

But there are a few things I can share – that I won’t change, for sure.

This is an MM story.

The 2 heroes – Cameron and Jameson – have a romantic past together. And it didn’t end well.

Some bad shit – non-relationship stuff – happens in Cameron’s life. He went missing for months before turning up again, seemingly healthy and well…and with no memories of the months prior. He’s dealing with things the best he can – the amnesia, the fears and anxieties that grip him now, reintegrating back into the world with his work, friends and family, and coming to terms with what was done to him. And, of course, this is when Jameson bursts back into his life. Jameson, who is determined to figure out what happened to Cameron and whether he is still in danger. He also has some very strong ideas about what Cameron should be doing to keep himself safe.

Long story short – lots of conflict and issues (past and present) between these two, but the attraction is still very, VERY much there. And I’ll spoil this for you…they act on it. Mm hmmm.

 

And that is what I’m working on. 🙂


Bronwyn Green | Siobhan Muir

Monthly Check-in: July 2018

Wow, July is coming to a close. *shakes head*

So…checkin’ in…

This month has had it’s ups and downs, but more ups than downs, so I will take it. I’m writing regularly, making progress. And that is huge. After the last year of having difficulty getting anything writing-related done – yup…HUGE.

I turned forty. *shrugs* I know it’s supposed to be a big thing, but, eh, it was a birthday. The best part about it, though, was the hubs got me Hamilton tickets for this fall! YAY!!

More frightening than the 4-0 is, on Sunday, my daughter is turning 18. That is three out of four kiddos that are 18 and older and graduated.

I’m writing this super late Thursday night as I pack up and prepare to go camping this weekend. Should be a great time with the family – including extended. Then, on Sunday, Bron’s coming up to get me for…

a week and a half stay at her house!

So I’m going to start my August out right. Which will put me in good form to accomplish my one big goal for the month – FINISH A DAMNED BOOK.

Seriously, that’s it. That is all I want to accomplish.


Bronwyn Green

July Song Fic – “A Mháire Bhruinneal” by Susan McKeown

Today’s Song Fic is inspired by “A Mháire Bhruinneal” by Susan McKeown.

I adore this song, but decided to write someone who didn’t care for this type of music… It got a bit heated. Rowr.

Saturday night. Hot as fuck. Ass going numb on the wooden bench. Mosquitos out for his blood. Too many freaking people around—and the smell? Beer, sweat and too much Axe body spray. Lovely. Music—Irish music, which he didn’t even like, for fuck’s sake—filling his ears.

Christ, why? Why did he do this to himself?

Bran didn’t even have the excuse of his sister dragging him here as he’d had the night before…and the weekend before. Oh, she would have—she followed most of the folk bands around the state to festivals and faires—but she’d had to work.

And, instead of taking his friends up on a couple drinks at the sports bar or spending the evening at home, Bran had gotten in his car to drive an hour and a half for another night of lively music that made him grit his teeth, being jostled by too many freaking people, and expensive, watered-down beer in plastic cups.

Why?

He sighed then sipped his beer, cringing when the now piss warm liquid passed his lips. He fought the urge to spit it back into the cup. Barely. He stood, edged around people to one of the trash bins and chucked the drink in. He stood a moment, scanning the crowd, distracted enough that he jolted violently, knee knocking the bin a few inches, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

He spun around and found his gaze caught by amused blue eyes. His breath caught, and without a thought, he nodded when the dark-haired man beside him jerked his head to the side.

He followed the man—Thomas…brother of the girl currently singing on stage—through the labyrinth of tents, stalls and trailers, biting his lip as he watched the sway of narrow hips and a truly spectacular ass. Bran flexed his fingers… Christ that ass.

Ten minutes later, Bran had his answer. His back shoved against the hard metal of one of the trailers, his pants shoved past his hips and his hands buried in Thomas’ thick hair. Thomas’ hand—large and hot and deliciously calloused—was wrapped around both their cocks, stroking slow and maddeningly. His lips smoothed over Bran’s neck as Thomas pressed words and encouragements into the sweat-slick skin.

“That’s it, love,” he crooned, twisting around the cockheads in his grasp, pulling a gut-wrenching moan from Bran. “Come on, wanna feel you lose it… Love the sounds you make. Can’t wait to fuck you proper. You’d like that, yeah? My fat cock splitting you open? Hmmm?”

Bran opened his mouth, but all that escaped was garbled nonsense as Thomas sped up his strokes.

“Come back to my room after, Bran?” he murmured, nipping at the sensitive skin behind Bran’s ear. “Need more. More than just hands and cocks in the shadows… Stay the night. Fuck you good and proper. Fuck you through the bloody mattress…all…fucking…night.”

With a cry, Bran came hard, head falling back and thunking against the trailers. Thomas stroked a few more times then, shout muffled in Bran’s neck, came as well.

Bran shifted, dropping his head forward to rest his forehead on Thomas’ shoulder, and tried to catch his breath. His heart stuttered as soft gentle kisses peppered his neck, his jaw. Then, Thomas took his mouth—confidently but so fucking sweetly.

Yeah, Bran had his answer. Why did he do this to himself? One word—Thomas.


Bronwyn | Kris | Sarah

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #30

It’s time for another Promptly Penned post. We’re all given the same prompt and see where it takes us. The prompt itself is in CAPS in the post.

Cam braced his hands on the edge of the counter, leaning heavily, and let his head fall forward. Fuck, he hurt. Pain thrummed through his body with each heavy breath. Though, it was definitely better—marginally, but better—than when he first got home. One benefit of what the assholes had done to him was he seemed to heal much faster, now.

He huffed a humorless laugh, then groaned at the sharp stab of pain along his middle. Putting a positive spin on being abducted and experimented on for months was a bit much, even for him. Even if he was trying to do good with what they’d done to him, with the abilities he now had.

Straightening, he bit back another groan and moved to the freezer to grab an ice pack. Holding it tight against his side, he walked into the living room, where his friends were still talking loudly what had gone down that night.

Before he could join the conversation, the front door flew open, banging against the wall. Josh, Mat and Jazz all jumped to their feet as James strode into the room and slammed the door behind him.

James, who was Cam’s ex.

James, who was a thief. Not that Cam had known that…until it was too late.

A thief who had walked away from Cameron without a word, and now, had resurfaced, determined to step back into Cam’s life.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Cameron?” James said slowly and deliberately.

“Jamie,” Cam breathed.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” Mat snapped, stepping towards James. “You can’t just come busting in here!”

“Looks like I can,” James threw in his direction before turning back to Cam. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Cam shook his head. “No, I—”

“You need to leave,” Josh said, hand on Mat’s arm, keeping him from moving any closer to James. “You’re not wanted here. You aren’t part of this.”

“Part of this? Part of this?” James’ voice rose. “You’re damned right I’m not part of this. This being the stupidest damned thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“I said—” Josh started.

“It’s bad enough you’re out trolling the streets, looking for trouble,” James continued, speaking over the other man, eyes intense and locked on Cam. “Now, you have these idiots, what? Listening to a police scanner,” he gestured toward the equipment on the counter, “and calling you on your fucking cell to tell you where to go for even more trouble? Not a smart way to do this, Cameron.”

Cam tried really, really fucking hard to suppress the shiver that traveled his spine. Christ, the man’s voice…even when he was all disapproving and lecturing. All right, maybe especially because he was, which made Cam a sick, sick man.

“If you insist on continuing with this…mission of yours, you need to be smarter about it. And this crew?” He gestured at Cam’s friends. “Fuck, it’s like you woke up and said, ‘OH, WELL, THE BEST OF THE BEST WEREN’T AVAILABLE…SO WE GOT THE BEST OF THE MEDIOCRE,’ and just ran with it.”

“Fuck you. Like we give a shit about your opinion,” Mat sneered. “You’re a criminal.”

James laughed—a short bitter sound. “Never claimed otherwise, but what you’re doing—or rather what he’s out there doing while you sit here with your thumbs up your asses and safe—is vigilantism, which is… Hmmm, what’s the word? Oh, right…illegal. And could you tell the class what people who do illegal things are called? No? Nothing? That would be criminals, you fuckwit.”

“It’s totally different!” Jazz protested, seeming to finally come of the state of shock she’d been in since James arrived. “We’re… Cam’s helping people.”

“Still illegal, sweetheart,” he snapped. “Get it through your thick skulls—this isn’t some comic book or action flick; Cameron is not some indestructible superhero.”

“Enough,” Cam pleaded, head pounding. When the bickering continued, he raised his voice. “Enough!” He sighed as all eyes turned to him then gestured to his friends. “You guys can head on home. Obviously, we’re done for tonight; I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Mat gaped. “You can’t be serious!”

“We’re not leaving you alone with him,” Jazz added.

Cam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you are. He’s not going to hurt me, and we clearly need to talk.”

James just moved over to lean against the wall, crossed his arms and smirked as Cam guided the protesting trio to the door. Once they were gone, Cam turned, jolting when he came face to face with James.

“You can’t—”

“Shhh.” James lifted a hand and gingerly touched Cam’s cheekbone. “Christ, look at you.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“And your ribs?” He pulled Cam’s hand and the icepack away before lifting the hem of Cam’s shirt. “Fuck.”

Cam looked down and cringed at the mottled black and blue marring his skin. Then gasped as James’ fingertips moved along his side, prodding gently.

“Don’t think any are broken,” he murmured, resting his palm hotly over the bruising and meeting Cam’s gaze. “You really can’t keep doing this, babe.”

Heart aching at the plea in the other man’s voice, Cam swallowed thickly. “I already told you, I need to do this. Some good has to come out of what happened to me.”

James inhaled deeply then brought his head down, resting his forehead against Cam’s. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Cam knew his friends would be yelling at him, right about now, about how the man had lied—by omission, but it still counted—and left him, breaking his heart. How his approval wasn’t something Cam needed. But despite all that, he found himself wanting it, anyway. And that wasn’t something he was going to examine. At least not tonight.

“Okay,” James said firmly, sliding his hand around to rest on the small of Cam’s back. “But not like this, anymore. You’re going to end up hurt again—or worse—and I can’t…I can’t let that happen. Let me help you.”

Mind racing, wondering how James could help, Cam quit fighting himself and slide his arms around James’ waist and leaned into him.

“Let me help keep you safe,” James whispered against Cam’s temple, lips tickling. “Please, babe.”

Closing his eyes, Cam gave the only answer he could when it came to James.

“Yes.”


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Siobhan Muir

Monthly Check-in: June 2018

Holy crap, it’s nearly July!

June was INSANE. My daugher graduated, so we had that and a party and out of town guests. Very very busy. The oldest boy headed out for the summer (he works at one of the Boy Scout camps so I won’t see him for a while. 🙁 )

And then, there was one of my favorite times of year – our annual writing retreat. This year, we definitely hit some bumps along the way. Kris Norris was delayed and delayed and delayed getting here – she was flying in here then driving to Michigan with me. She finally got here after like 24 hours, only to find they had lost her bag. We were able to arrange for them to reroute her bag to the wee airport near where we were staying, but still had a relatively late start on our road trip.

We got in very late, and the next day, we were blown away by news of massive flooding and destruction near us because of heavy rains.

So many people lost so much – some, everything – so I remain thankful my family up that was was safe, we were safe, and were able to be together. And Norris’ bag did eventually make it, so she didn’t have to run around nekkid.

On the writing front… Well, I’m writing, so that is a positive. And I’m not going to get negative here, at all. Because no time for that, and it won’t change anything anyway…at least not in a good way. I’m focusing on how I’m able to focus so much better now that I’m on meds that are working. Norris is still at my house, and we’re having a great time – with many trips to Tim Horton’s. Yesterday, she helped me rearrange things in my house so I now I have a chair and ottoman in my room. I don’t even care that it’s a smidge crowded in there; I can actually shut the door and have privacy to write without distractions – unlike with my corner in the living room. I can’t even complain about taking all day yesterday to do this, because I really do feel like it’s going to be huge for my productivity. So woot.

That’s about it from me, this month. July is actually supposed to be a quiet month here. No trips, no camping (until the last weekend)…unlike past years. So my goals:

  • Write daily. No excuses.
  • Keep up with housework and self-care.
  • Check in regularly with mah people. 🙂 (Keeps me motivated and accountable)

And that’s it, really. As I’m just getting back on track with things, I don’t want to overwhelm myself or expect too much. So I’m keeping it simple.


Bronwyn Green

Wednesday Randomness: Top Ten – Road Trip Essentials

1 – Money. No brainer, right? For gas, snacks, drinks, any fun things you want.

2 – Sunglasses. A huge must for me.

3 – Mountain Dew. I have caffeine needs, okay? I like coffee just fine but I’d be stopping at every rest area and gas station along the way if I drank that much coffee.

4 – Google Maps. (or any map – app or physical) So I make it to my destination.

5 – Snacks. I go for the crunchy, salty goodness, every time.

6 – Music. I rely heavily on my Spotify app during road trips. Gotta have my playlists!

7 – A fully functional spare tire (and the knowledge to remove the flat and put the spare on LOL)

8 – Hand sanitizer. Because do NOT trust that a roadside rest area will have any, my friends.

9 – Car charger for phone. Because, well, Google Maps and Spotify won’t do me much good without the charger.

10 – Company. Not that I haven’t taken road trips on my own, but when I’m on my own, I’m usually talking to somone on the phone (hands-free of course!) I love my “me time” but on a road trip? Need some company and conversation.


Bronwyn Green | Kris Norris

Wednesday Randomness: Best & Worst Characterization

Happy Wednesday.

Life is NUTSO in chez Jarman, friends. My daughter is graduating tomorrow – 3 outta 4 kids are HS graduates, how did that happen?? So it’s been a huge crazy time, getting ready for that and out of town guests and a party… I’m exhausted, man.

And okay, something happened and only the first bit of my post was saved and posted. It was likely something I did but frick if I know what. LOL So I’ll rewrite the rest soon…cause I have thoughts about characterization…so many thoughts. 😀

For now though, go and check out Bron’s post

Monthly Update: March 2018


Every month, I say I can’t believe the month is coming to an end…and March is no different. LOL It’s been a weird month for me, I’ll admit. I don’t talk about my health too often – except to a the hubs and a couple close friends, etc – but it’s been a rough go lately. Well, not just lately, to be honest. I’ve been having some health issues for years, but sadly, doctors weren’t really listening or would blame it on my weight or some other stupid ass thing. Well, I’ve finally found a doc who actually listens. Who sat down with me and listened to everything…and kept prodding me to share more, to give him the WHOLE picture. Shocking and refreshing at the same time. As a result of that, the last month, I’ve been adjusting to some new medications. And, while I’ve been having really good results from taking them, it’s still a huge adjustment and it definitely has impacted my life.

I don’t have much to show, work wise, this past month, as I’ve been dealing with doctor visits, coming to terms with some things, and adjusting. I’m not going to carry on getting down on myself about that, because, all in all, things are improving and, for the first time in a very, very long time, I’m feeling better and have hope that it will keep getting better.

So, I’m just going to move on to what I want to accomplish for the next month. And that is extrememly simple. I want to get back to writing. Being able to focus on that, on doing what I love. I need to establish a routine for myself – as much as I’d love to say I’m a wild spirit, routine is where I function best. So that is what I’m going to focus on in April – getting a routine that works and getting back to writing.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease