Mid-2019 Goal Check-In

I actually don’t have a ton to report. I’ve have a completely shitastic past six weeks, during which no writing has happened.

 

Me, last night, as I wrote for the first time in 6 weeks.

I set four writing goals for the year, so let’s just touch base with those, shall we?

  1. Write regularly – as near to daily as possible, even if it’s only 100 words. Before things exploded around me several weeks ago, this was happening. And I was making excellent progress. And, since I do not have a T.A.R.D.I.S and cannot travel back in time and change anything, I’m not going to dwell on six weeks out of a year. It’s not going to make or break me. I’m back to daily writing…and that’s what counts. 
  2. Re-release the contemporary novels and the paranormal novels I’ve gotten the rights back for. I have re-released 3 of the 5 contemporary novels, so far, so I’m calling this one good. 
  3. Write and release two Bound books. I don’t know if this one will happen. There will for sure be one Bound book…but we’ll see what happens, here. 
  4. Complete and release Albion’s Circle. Same here. I have hopes and plans for this to happen, and I’m having all the positive thoughts, but again, we’ll see. 🙂
And I’m going to leave it at that…and get my words in. 🙂 

Be sure to check out how Bronwyn and Kris are doing.

Wednesday Randomness: First Kiss

We’re talking first kisses for this round of First Times. I love writing kisses…especially that first one. I think it’s the excitement, the nerves, taking that very first step into physical intimacy… le sigh. i just love them.

I’m going to share the first kiss from Coming Home.

His sister’s best friend. A part of the family. The love of his life?

Coming home for Gabe Monroe isn’t a joyous occasion. He returns to say goodbye to his father, and he stays to honor the man’s final request—take care of the family. He’s completely unprepared for the attraction he feels for his sister’s best friend and blames his grief when he gives into it. Only he can’t blame grief the second time…or the third…or…

Kate Pearson thought she was over her childhood crush on Gabe, but his return has all those feelings rushing back. Add in the toe-curling, mind-blowing sex…and Kate is well on her way beyond just a crush. Despite his constant meddling and insistence that they need to keep things platonic, Gabe makes her tremble with desire and yearn for forever with him.

Even as Gabe begins to accept their blossoming relationship, Kate’s past casts a shadow over their future as they realize he isn’t the only one who’s come home.Trying to protect the woman he’s coming to love, Gabe risks losing everything. Everything he didn’t know he wanted but, now, doesn’t know if he can live without.


Kate frowned. “You’re upset they didn’t tell you sooner.”

“That my dad was dying? Yeah, you could say that.” The anger he’d been fighting against surfaced and overwhelmed him. 

“It was what he wanted,” she said quietly. “He didn’t want to worry you, and there wasn’t anything you could do.”

“I could have been here.” He hit the counter with his fist, and his beer danced along the surface. “I could have been…prepared.”

Kate set her bottle next to his and moved closer, sympathy clear in her hazel eyes. He inhaled deeply, and her scent—clean, soapy, simple—filled his senses.

“The rest of them were able to be here for him, with him, and were able to come to terms with what was going on. I, on the other hand, get a phone call, four days ago, informing me I should come home immediately because he might not make it through the night.” He bit off a curse when his voice cracked. 

“I’m sorry.” She stepped forward until they touched and stretched up to hook her arms around his neck. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Gabe blew out a breath and, for the first time in days, let his guard drop just to enjoy the embrace. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her lower back. 

Kate moved her hands up, her fingers threading through his hair. Gabe shuddered at the teasing touch and tightened his hold on her. She tilted her head back and stared at him. Even as his brain screamed what the hell, he found himself leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. Kate’s breath escaped in a small sigh, and she lifted up on her toes. Her mouth softened beneath his, and his cock stirred as her tongue snuck out and swiped against his lower lip. 

He pulled back slightly, and Kate looked at him through lid-heavy eyes. “God, Kate, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

She shook her head, fisted her hands in his hair, and pulled him down. This was no tentative meeting of the mouths. It was a hard, gasping, violent mating. Gabe let go of everything he’d been holding on to and just let himself feel. Fuck, he just wanted to lose himself in her.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kayleigh Jones
Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

April 2019 – Photo Fic

It’s time for April’s flash fic. We’ve all be given the same photo and have to come up with a story based on the image. This is this month’s photo.

I’m visiting the world of my poor, so-very neglected serial, Your Lies, which I hope to have new chapters on very soon. It’s on my list!

This story isn’t about the hero or heroine of the serial but a follow up to a couple of flash fiction pieces I did from this world.

Awakening (from Male #1’s POV)
“Iowa” (Song Fic) (from Male #2’s POV)
Promptly Penned #15 (From Male #1’s POV)
The Conversation (From Male #1’s POV)

For this piece, I’m in Male #2’s POV. It’s just a short, little peice as I’m neck deep in my current work-in-progress. So here we go…


“Why don’t you just go and talk to him?” Delia nudged my shoulder. “You keep staring…and his friend left, so he’s alone, now.”

I sighed. “Don’t you recognize him? He’s steadfastly anti-magic, and I’m…” I cleared my throat and looked around, “a Sympathizer.”

She knew I was more than that, of course. That I was a Magic User, and if it were up to him, I’d not only only be banned from campus, but likely burned at the stake.

“Have you ever talked to him?” she asked quietly. “He hangs around Maddock, and you know he’s coming around, not seeing everything so black and white.”

I snorted. “He’s not Maddock. Yes, the anti-magic angle is a huge-ass deterrent, but it’s more than that.”

After a couple moments of silence, Delia touched my hand. “I’m listening.”

“We grew up together. Knew each other pretty well.” Despite the direction of my thoughts, my memories, I couldn’t help but smile. “God, I had the hugest crush on him. Then, one summer, it seemed like maybe all my lusty boyhood wishes were about to come true.”

Delia laughed softly, though it had an edge of sadness to it, because obviously, this didn’t have a happy ending.

“He asked me out. Fuck, I was so happy, so excited. Then, his sister died.”

“Oh.” Her gaze shifted over to where he sat, on his tablet, completely unaware that he was the subject of our conversation.

“I didn’t realize that was the end of it all, at first. It was horrible, yeah, and we didn’t go on our date, but I thought… Well, it doesnt matter what I thought. The next school year, he’d changed. He was completley different. He was suddenly tight with Nick and Kevin and Mark.”

She grimaced. I didn’t have to explain any farther. Those three were the most ardent, borderline violent of the anti-magic crowd here on campus.

“In high school, they weren’t as outspoken about magic, but they took great pleasure in tormenting me and anyone else they even suspected of being gay. I’m assuming he’s,” I jerked my head toward the other table, “firmly in the closet, now.”

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured, leaning into me. “That fucking sucks.”

“Yeah, it really does.” I pressed my lips together then sighed again. “I don’t think he’s…evil or anything. I don’t even think he’s like the crowd he hangs with. I wish I could figure out why he hangs with them. But I’ve long-accepted that nothing could ever happen with us.”

“But you still wish it could.”

I lifted a shoulder. “Does it matter?” I didn’t wait for her answer and stood, shouldering my bag. “Come on; we’re going to be late for class.”

She got to her feet, as well, then leaned to whisper in my ear. “You should know, though, that he’s been looking at you just as often as you’ve been looking at him. Maybe it’s not so hopeless.”

Swallowing the sudden lump in my throat, I glanced over. Sure enough, my gaze met his…and held for several long moments. Until he very deliberately looked away and angled his body away from us.

Anger eclipsed everything else I was feeling. The asshole. Without thinking, I let my magic free – just a bit – enough to knock his coffee cup from the edge of the table onto his lap. And all over his tablet.

Served him right, I thought as he jumped up, scrambling for the stack of napkins on the table. Delia pulled me none too gently from the coffee shop.

“Being an ass to him won’t change anything,” she admonished once we were outside. “And I’d guess it doesn’t make you stop wishing, does it?”

“Made me feel a little better, though.” At least for a little while.


Bronwyn Green | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

March 2019 Monthly Check-in

Well, one thing I learned this past month? I tend to forget the other things that need to be done or that need my attention when I’m making my goals. I look and think: Oh, I have 31 days to write and do all the writerly things. And that is just not true, because life and family and the sobering fact of being chronically ill. :-/

So, long story short — I didn’t hit a lot of my goals for the month. But let’s take a look, shall we?

  • Write daily. I’m bumping my daily minimum from 100 to 250 words. I did do this, and I’m very proud of that. Though some days I only got 100 words, but on average I was hitting that 250. And I wrote EVERY DAY.
  • Complete and publish Stealing Time. *sigh* Not quite. This book ended up with a life of it’s own and is longer than I had planned. Not a bad thing, and I’m trusting the story and the characters. I love these boys so much, and I can’t wait to send them off into the world…which WILL happen in April.
  • Work on co-writing holiday Bound story with Bronwyn. We tabled this and will be working on the story over the summer because we both want to focus on getting projects done and released.
  • All scheduled blog posts. Didn’t manage this either, but I did do most of them, and I’ll be happy with that.
  • Re-release the five contemporary books I’ve gotten the rights back for. I shifted this to one of my quarter two goals, so I could focus on finishing Stealing Time (again, need to be more realistic about what I can do with the days I have!) However, I did get the books formatted and ready for release, so I’ve taken steps TOWARD this goal. 🙂
  • Be more active on social media. I have done this. I’ve been doing a watchalong of The Magicians with my kiddo on Twitter every Thursday. Have been active, particularly on FB, and having fun with it.
  • Continue to make self-care a priority. I think I’ve been doing this. I’m still learning to listen to my body, to be honest. Not always an easy thing when I want to do do all the things and it’s just not feasible.

And there were things I accomplished that weren’t on that list. I took a course that focused on making more realistic goals – it was a big eye-opener, and the result is I feel I’ve made much more reasonable goals for the second quarter of the year. I’m confident in my plans, and isn’t that a new and awesome feeling!? LOL Love it.

I took a trip to San Antonio with my husband and daughter to see her boyfriend’s graduation from basic training with the Air Force. Those days were definitely not writing day, but no regrets. We had a great time, and I’m so, so happy we were able to go.

Also, I’m feeling really good about what I’ve accomplished. Not only is the month ending, but it’s the end of the first quarter of 2019. I have written more this quarter than I did all of last year. That is something that makes me so freaking happy!

Now, onward to April… I’ve taken into account that the hubby is going to be gone 2 weeks out of the month, and that is going to make things a bit hectic for this girl. So, my goals:

  • Write daily – 250 words minimum.
  • Release and promote Stealing Time.
  • Most of schedule blog posts (aiming for all, but will be happy as long as I get most of them).
  • Continue being active on social media.
  • Listen to my body and practice good self-care.

And that’s it’s for me. Make sure you check out how Bronwyn did this month and what she’s aiming for in March.

Wednesday Randomness: Top 10 – Best Purchases Ever

This is probably going to be a weird list, but I’m rolling with it – because it’s what is coming to mind, and I’m really exhausted from this last weekend of traveling. LOL So, in no particular order:

My weighted blanket.

My laptop

Cheese – always

Planner supplies – stickers and pens, babe. Aw yeah.

My tattoos

My UK trip

My nature sounds and meditation app

UP writing retreat, every year

Passport

Electric kettle


Bronwyn Green | Gwendoyn Cease

Wednesday Randomness: Behind the Scenes of my Current Project

Stealing Time
COMING APRIL 2019

I’ll be doing a cover reveal soon. Kris Norris has, yet again, used her magic for good and made a stunning cover for my boys.

So I thought I would share the blurb and a couple snippets from the book itself.


What chance do a thief and a superhero have at finding happily ever after…together?

Cam Ward thought finding the love of his life was the start of the best thing that had ever happened to him. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Not only did James walk out without a word, he’d hidden more about who he really was than he’d shared. But even heartbreak didn’t compare to the hell that followed.

Abducted and experimented on, altered down to his DNA, Cam doesn’t know who—or what—he is, anymore. Fighting against the memories, the changes that have been forced on him, he tries to go back to a normal life. But Cam isn’t normal, and the threat against him—and who knows how many others—remains.

Determined to make up for past mistakes, James Ashford is doing what he does best. Getting answers—any way he can. He’s made a life living on the fringes of the law. Who better to unearth the people who’d stolen months of Cam’s life than a man who made a living as a thief? And this is one job James isn’t giving up on.

But the clock’s ticking. Can Cam trust him? Can they get back any of what was lost? Or are they just stealing time before it all falls apart again? 


It was like a punch to the gut—seeing Cameron, again.

He’d prepared himself for it. Planned and plotted and had everything all lined up and squared away in his head. He’d thought he was ready. But, when Cameron got out of the car and stood, all of that disappeared. All that existed was the man he’d been forced to walk away from. Who had been left unprotected, who had been taken and held for months. His chest ached, and he struggled to breathe. His skin prickled, and he swayed slightly on his feet. His palms itched with the need to reach out and touch. Touch Cameron. Hold Cameron. Feel Cameron.

The intensity of his reaction surprised him.

And James Ashford didn’t care for surprises.

He huffed a silent laugh—careful not to draw attention to where he stood hidden in the shadows. He’d never liked surprises. The unexpected caused chaos and ruined carefully made plans, and James preferred things…predictable. For himself, anyway. If his plans, his actions caused others chaos? So be it, so long as it didn’t interfere with his life.

But Cameron… Well, James had never been one to lie to himself and wasn’t about to start, now. Cameron Ward had been the surprise of James’s life. Had turned everything upside, blasted all of James’s plans to hell.

And made him yearn for more.

Fuck his life.


James pulled away slowly, moving his hands to cup Cameron’s face.

“Mmm.” Cameron licked his lips then, opening his eyes, smiled. “Bedroom?”

Clearly, James took too long answering, or something in his expression tipped Cameron off, because he stepped back, an incredulous look on his face.

“Seriously?”

“Cam, just—”

He reached up and shoved James’s hands away before putting more space between them. “I’m the one that’s pissed, I’m the one that has a reason to stop this, to slam that door shut, and you’re going to? Why?” He dropped his gaze to James’s crotch, lifted a brow. “And don’t even tell me you don’t want to fuck, because I see, and I felt, how much you want it. So, what the hell, James?”

“Yes, I want it. It’s…it’s you—of course I do,” James said quickly. “But I don’t think we should. Not after everything that’s happened tonight. Hell, not with everything that’s happened between us. Babe, we really need to talk first, not jump into bed impulsively.”

“You think I’m not able to make that choice, right now? Why? Because shit happened, and I passed out? I’m fine, and I’m perfectly capable of making up my own mind about sex.”

“It’s more than that,” James insisted. “It’s everything that happened between us, what you went through the past several months, and yes, tonight factors in. I don’t want you to regret this come morning.”

“Well, thank fuck I have you looking out for me. What would I have ever done without you making sure I don’t have regrets?” Cameron dragged his palms down his face then laughed. “This is just perfect. Instead of waking up tomorrow, maybe having regrets or second thoughts, but at least feeling satisfied from a good hard fuck, I regret opening myself up for this bullshit, right this fucking second. So, thanks for that.”


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #38

It’s time for a Promptly Penned post – we all get the same prompt and see what we come up with.

This prompt actually worked well with what I’m currently working on, so I went with it. 🙂 Short and sweet.

As always, the prompt itself will be in bold and red.


“So, how long is the silent treatment thing gonna last?”

Cam opened one eye to half-heartedly glare at Trent, who flopped onto the armchair across from where Cam lay on the sofa.

“I didn’t start it,” he said, knowing full well how childish he sounded, but at this point, he didn’t much care. “Go ask your boss. Since he obviously has all the answers.”

“Stubborn.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“One of you needs to give in first.” When Cam didn’t bother responding, Trent sighed loudly. “It’s driving the boss crazy, ya know? The two of you being at odds.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“Kid,” Trent drawled, you give so many fucks they’re visible from space. Just go talk to him, already. Put all of us out of our misery.”

“All of you?” Cam sat up. “Your misery?”

“Nobody likes it when Mom and Dad fight, Cameron.”

“Mom and—” He narrowed his eyes as the other man stood and headed toward the door. “I better not be the mom in this, Trent.”

“Well…” He opened the door, then turned and grinned at Cam. “You are prettier than the boss.”

He threw one of the couch pillows at the now closed door. Frustrated, he collapsed back onto the cushions. “I am not the mom.”


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: First Argument

This is a newer feature we’ll be doing a couple times through the year – highlighting characters sharing firsts. We can post something from an already published work, a work in progress or something completely new. This time, we’re talking first arguments.

I’ve chosen a bit from one of my Bound books – Nothing Serious.

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It was meant to be nothing serious. And it was…until it wasn’t.

Aaron Stevens likes his life the way it is. As a surgical resident, he is perfectly content with the fact that the precious hours he has outside the hospital revolve around taking care of his mother and sister. He doesn’t have the time or inclination for a serious relationship. So the fact his lover lives halfway around the world and is fine with jetting off to exotic locales a couple times a year for a few weeks of hot sex is as close to perfect as he can get. 

The last thing Jack Hayes ever expected when his best friend got involved with an American was to hook up with her son. And he sure as hell never imagined it would continue for as long as it has. For years, he has been at Aaron’s beck and call, satisfied with submitting to him whenever Aaron and his busy life allow. But, after a change in his family’s company that has him looking for a new job, and possibly moving, Jack has begun to examine what he really wants in life and isn’t sure stolen moments here and there are enough anymore. 

When Jack arrives to attend Aaron’s sister’s wedding, keeping what he and Aaron have a secret begins to take its toll. Aaron is unwilling to come out to his family, afraid of hurting them and ruining what should be the happiest day of his sister’s life. As much as Jack has come to love Aaron, he can’t bring himself to be the dirty secret in Aaron’s closet. Aaron has a choice to make, because the tighter he holds on to keeping their “nothing serious” arrangement, the closer he comes to losing everything.


Jack took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and Aaron pulled him close, wishing he had more time, knowing coming out of a scene so abruptly wasn’t easy. 

“I’m all right,” Jack murmured into Aaron’s neck. “Should put some clothes on before Em shows up, though.”

“Yeah, definitely should do that. I’ll get your stuff.” 

“My stuff?” Jack frowned at him.

“We need to move your things in here.” Aaron stood and gathered the unused toys from the dresser. “Last thing I need is Emily getting nosy and suspicious. Be right back.”

He hurried into this room and replaced the items in the chest. Then, he grabbed Jack’s suitcases and rolled them into the guestroom, where Jack still sat on the bed, staring straight ahead. 

“Still a few things in the bathroom, but I’ll get those after I clean up and get dressed.” Bending to kiss Jack’s mouth, he frowned when Jack leaned away. “Jack?”

“Does your sister normally go poking around in your room and bathroom when she’s here?” Jack asked flatly. 

“No, but—”

“But you can’t take the chance, no matter how small, ‘cause it’d be the last thing you need, yeah? I mean, what could be worse than someone finding out about us?” 

Aaron gaped at him, the metallic taste of panic overwhelming him. Whether it was because of his sister’s imminent arrival or Jack’s reaction, he didn’t know. “Why are you so angry? Nothing’s changed. I don’t understand.”

“Not angry.” Jack shook his head. “Just tired. And frustrated.”

“I’m sorry,” Aaron murmured, not know what else to say. 

“Yeah, I know. So, go get dressed, Aaron, so everything’s normal when your sister gets here.”

The weariness his voice was like a knife to Aaron’s gut, and his refusal to meet Aaron’s gaze another twist of the blade. He went back to his room and, getting clean clothes, ducked into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he stepped in, wincing at coolness of the water. As he washed his hair and scrubbed, he heard Jack shuffle in. Peering around the curtain, Aaron watched the other man gather his toiletries. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror above the sink, and Jack’s mouth quirked up in sad smile before walking out. 

This day, Aaron decided, shoving his head under the spray to rinse off, couldn’t get much worse. After toweling off and dressing, he strode into the living room and realized how wrong he was. 

Jack stood near the door, holding the curtain back from the window and peering outside—his suitcases at his feet. 

“What are you doing?” Aaron managed to croak. 

Jack visibly stiffened but didn’t turn around. “I’m waiting for a cab.”

“What the hell for?”

“To take me to a hotel.” 

“Why?” Aaron asked, shaking his head and leaning against the sofa as his legs quaked.

“I think it’d be easier all around, don’t you? No chance of anyone finding out this way.” 

“You can’t leave like this.”

“Like what?” Jack snapped, finally facing Aaron. “How exactly am I leaving? On my terms? Is that the problem?”

“What? No! The problem is you leaving at all. Why would you want to stay at a hotel when you can—”

“Stay here and go back and forth between rooms at your convenience depending on who decides to drop by?”

Aaron shoved his hand through his wet hair and shook his head. Christ, he couldn’t deal with this, not now. A car horn sounded outside, and Jack turned to look out. 

“It’s my cab.” 

“Is…is this you ending things?” Aaron could hardly force the words out, a cold sweat breaking out over his body as he waited for the answer.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kayleigh Jones
Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

March 2019 – Photo Fic

It’s time for March’s flash fic. We’ve all be given the same photo and have to come up with a story based on the image. This is this month’s photo.


His fingers shook as he turned off the engine and stared out at the dirt road before him, cutting a wide swatch through the forest. Being in the closed vehicle didn’t protect him… He could feel this place. As he always could. It reached for him, now, trying to coax him out, eager to have him in its embrace, once again.

Too much, he thought, the pulsing mass of emotions pushing to get out. His skin ached, stretched too tight, as if trying to contain it all. Trying to hold back the magic that roiled within him, that fed on his emotions as if starving.

And, of course, it was. His magic had always been connected to what he felt, and he’d been cruel in denying it. He’d run from the place it thrived most, shutting down and becoming cold and calculating, just trying to survive, to get through one day to the next. Pretending his magic didn’t exist, ignoring the weakening thrum beneath his skin, in his effort to be normal, to be safe.

It had been so long, years, and his magic was ready to be let loose, to be reunited with this place. This painfully beautiful cradle of power and magic. Like was drawn to like, after all. And when he’d escaped the hell he’d found himself in, he’d gone as far away as he possibly could. Had chosen to exist in a place of concrete and steel and people, so many people pressing in from all sides. He’d severed his connection to this sacred place so completely, so severely—and his magic had withered.

And, now, it was time. He couldn’t avoid it any longer. Inhaling deeply, he opened the door and stepped out. He started down the road, no particular destination in mind. He was already where he needed to be.

He couldn’t hold back the quiet sob that escaped a few minutes later. His magic… Oh, his magic was singing, dancing through him, pressing outward, rejoicing.

The power of this place rose from the earth beneath his feet. He could hear it in the wind and moving branches and taste it in the moisture-heavy air he breathed. The scent of it flooded his senses—earthy and green and fresh. He could see it in the glow of the rising sun cutting through the trees and feel it in the warmth on his face.

All of it, all of those things coming together in a simple message that had him dropping to his knees.

Welcome home.


Bronwyn Green | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir