Posted by: Author | November 20, 2019

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Posted by: Author | November 18, 2019

Tuesday Tales- November 19, 2019- Fudge

This week’s word prompt for Tuesday Tales is Fudge. Since I am writing a Regency era story and the confection of fudge wasn’t created until 1895, I thought I’d use the 1766 definition that means nonsense or lies and was used by sailors. I have the heroine’s mother using it when she’s telling her daughter not to be embarrassed by an event of the  prior day.

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Honora slipped out of bed and into her old riding gown from the prior day. She was sure Lord Cavanaugh wasn’t going to be joining her after all. When Charlotte entered the stables yesterday, he’d been being so kind and trying to cheer Honora up, but as soon as her sister showed up, he ignored the conversation they’d been having.

In fact, he tried to cover up what they planned this morning by telling Charlotte he’d planned the noon meal today out by the pond. It hurt Honora that he couldn’t tell Charlotte they’d arranged to ride together. Rejection again just when I thought he might actually be a nice man who wanted to see how I handled Aloysius.

Charlotte insisted she’d been sent by his mother to beseech him to return to his guests.

She recalled James did ask her to come with him and her sister, but it was too soon for her. Not ready to face the others, she’d made excuses to stay with the horse and later made her way back to the house, carefully skirting around the field where the fete was being held.

Once in her room, she rang for Mary and had her assist in readying her for bed. Feigning illness, she asked the girl to let her mother know she wasn’t going down for the evening.

Of course, her mother didn’t like that.

As she tucked her hair under her cap, she relived the conversation.

“You must come down, Honora. People will think you’re not a good sport. They weren’t laughing at you, they were laughing at Charlotte for thinking her C was a J. It’s all a game anyway. No one believes that nonsense is real.”

“They were not laughing at Charlotte, Mama. I can’t understand why you and Father think I have any role at all in society. I’m always the butt of the joke. Charlotte always comes out ahead. It’s the way things are. I can accept that. Why can’t you?”

Tears rushed to her eyes as she recalled her own words. They hurt to even think them and it pained her more to have to say them out loud to her own mother. Why can’t she understand how I feel?

Her mother brushed aside Honora’s comments as if they meant nothing. “Fudge.  I’m sending Mary in to dress you and you will come down.” Mama stood and brushed her skirts smooth. “I mean it, Honora Jane Marlowe. It’ll only be worse tomorrow if you don’t face it today.”

Posted by: Author | November 11, 2019

Tuesday Tales- November 12, 2019- Picture Prompt

Time for Tuesday Tales again.  This week, we have a picture prompt. These posts are limited to 300 words so make for quick reading. I’m still working in my Regency set story for NaNoWriMo. Our heroine is in a spot of trouble here.

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She walked toward the front door, intending to take a walk around the house and perhaps to the duck pond she’d noticed the day before from one of the windows.

Ducks and swans always made her happy. They reminded her of herself—not the meanness of swans—but the way they acted serene on the surface as they floated along. The reality was they were working very hard under the surface to appear calm. The same for her. She had to show the world she didn’t mind not being considered worthy while all the time minding very much.

As she rounded the corner of the building, she heard a sound behind her.

Glancing over her shoulder, her stomach dropped as she realized Charles Lockwood seemed to be following her.

Maybe she was mistaken. Honora stopped where she was to allow him to pass.

Surprised—but not—when he stood beside her, she made an involuntary sound, but didn’t say anything.

“Do you ever say anything?” He peered down at her. “I realized I’ve never heard your voice. Is the real reason you’re so quiet is you actually can’t talk?”

Not wanting to be alone with him even though it was daylight and people were right around the nearest corner, Honora glanced from right to left, looking for a way to get away from him.

“Don’t be afraid.” He took hold of her upper arm. “Ask your sister. I’m completely harmless.”

Honora wasn’t going to discuss this man with Charlotte. Not that she would trust her sister’s answer if she did ask for it.

“Leave me alone.”

Charles tightened his grip on her. “So she does speak. Will wonders never cease?”

“Unhand me, sir.” Honora tried to pull away from him, but his grip tightened, trapping her. His strength was too much.

Posted by: Author | November 7, 2019

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Posted by: Author | November 4, 2019

Tuesday Tales- November 4, 2019- Howl

This week’s word for the Tuesday Tale writers is howl. I am now working on a Regency romance for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and have set aside the story I was sharing (to return to after November).  My heroine is a wallflower and her sister is vivacious and always in demand. This is from a much longer scene occurring at a ball.

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“Ladies, ladies, remember where you are.” A woman about their mother’s age who Honora didn’t know, came to stand beside Charlotte. “I know sisters argue, but this type of behavior is better being kept at home. In private.” She took Charlotte by the arm. “Come along now and let’s go find you someone to dance with. I’m sure there’s a gentleman on your card who is pining away for a chance to escort you.”

As they walked away, Honora felt relieved that the confrontation was over, but a bit insulted as the woman appeared to believe Honora herself was somehow in the wrong for Charlotte’s behavior. As well, the old bat’s words of comfort to her sister showed she was like everyone else in the haut ton. Honora meant nothing and Charlotte meant everything.

Tears threatened for the third time that evening. Honora was desperate for the night to end and it wasn’t even time for the dinner service.

Determined to find her parents and plead illness, this time unfeigned, she stepped out of the retiring room.

The man Charlotte called James Cavanaugh leaned against a pillar near the entrance to what she knew was their hosts’ gallery.

Sure he was lying in wait for her, she searched for a way to escape.

Spying a hallway to her right, she scooted down that corridor, sure she would find a way back to the ballroom.

She turned a corner to find the Lockwood man exiting a room with a girl she didn’t know. The girl looked frightened and her eyes grew large as she took in Honora standing there.

Lockwood, sneer still in place, raked his glance up and down Honora’s body. “Well, look who we have here. The sister no one likes. You’re definitely not as pretty as your sister, but if you want to have the experience of a man for the first time in your life, I guess I can accommodate you.” He shoved the girl beside him. “Off you go, back to your mummy.”

The girl cried out, “But you said you love me.”

As he laughed—an ugly, nasty sound—Honora turned and ran back in the direction from whence she came.

And ran pell-mell into Mr. Cavanaugh.

She careened off his chest and ran blindly down the hallway, not stopping until she was outside in the grounds of the house.  All she wanted was a place to be alone and howl. To have a chance to sob out all the pain and humiliation that threatened to explode from her very being.

Posted by: Author | October 30, 2019

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Posted by: Author | October 23, 2019

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Posted by: Author | October 21, 2019

Tuesday Tales- October 22, 2019- Prompt

This week’s word prompt for the Tuesday Tales authors is prompt.  How fun is that?  I am still working on my train story.

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“All right. I need to see those IDs as I’m not getting into any car without being sure you’re who you say you are.” I was pretty sure he knew I’d have no choice unless I wanted to wait for the next train that would actually stop at my station. The express sailed right by where I get off and the locals don’t run as often as the faster ones. I could still bluff as if I had other options.

He pulled a black folder from his pocket and passed it to me.

When I opened it, I couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped.

That was as prompt as I expected,” he said.

“Is that really your name?”

“Yes. Please don’t say it out loud. Those guys know me as Al. I don’t want them to know. You can’t even imagine the tagging I get.”

“What would possess your mother to name you that?”

He shrugged. “Family name. What can I say?”

“I bet you were teased relentlessly as a kid.”

“For sure.  It made me who I am today. When you have to defend yourself on the playground every day, you learn to take care of yourself. When I got a bit older, when I got my schedule, I’d go to the school and ask my teachers to call me Al from the first day. I was able to keep it under wraps for a long time that way. People thought it was short for Allen or Albert.”

“What happened after that? How’d your colleagues know?”

“A sadist sergeant at the academy started and ended every sentence he spoke to me with my first name. Soon, everyone was doing it.”

He looked so sad, my heart hurt for him. I caught myself almost reaching a hand out to him, but stopped in time as it would be wildly inappropriate. “How long did it last? Did it stop when you graduated?”

“It went on for a bit. Pretty much the whole time I was a rookie and in uniform. Once I got the gold shield, it stopped. Except for once in a while when I run into some of the old guys. Luckily, there aren’t many occasions to see them. My precinct is out of the way of main headquarters.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

Posted by: Author | October 17, 2019

How about an Excerpt?

Here is an excerpt from my new release. I am also guesting at a friend’s blog. Come and check it out here if you have a chance.  I am giving away a copy of the book there to one commenter.

Excerpt from “Evil Wind Rising”:

“I showed the Rigby estate to a buyer today and there’s something evil there. I need to figure out what to do since I think he’s intent on returning.”
“You stay away from over there, missy. You got the gift like your grandma did. You don’t wanna be attracting no spirit to follow you home and make trouble in your life.” Her mother coughed. “You hearing me, Stella girl? No nonsense, ya hear?”
“Settle down, Mamma. I’m not planning to go back. I was wondering how I could help the man who wants to buy the place. He’s a nonbeliever and I’m worried he’s going to get himself hurt.”
“You need to steer clear. Even setting up a ritual to pray for his protection could drag you down.”
Stella sighed. She should’ve known her mother would flip, but she had some of her grandmother’s candles and other items used in ritual that might be of use in assisting Stella in casting a protective net around Max Edison. She’d learned the work from her grandmother even though her mother feared it.
“If you’re asking for Grandmother’s box, no. You can’t have it. You need to forget that idea right now.”
When her mother got that tone of voice, Stella knew the pope himself could ask her for the box and she’d say no. Not that the pope believed in Voodoo. At least she didn’t think he did.
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Posted by: Author | October 16, 2019

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