Posted by: Author | July 4, 2017

FREE – Short Story for July 4th

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Katerina Jones, OB-GYN, gets pulled over by a motorcycle cop. To her shock, he’s her former boyfriend who dumped her many years ago and left town.

Will Cummings heard Katerina had gotten a divorce. Regretting for too many years that he let her go, he has returned to his hometown determined to see if it’s too late to start again.

As July 4th is bearing down on them, the fireworks being sold at the roadside stands aren’t the only things going off.

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Posted by: Author | June 26, 2017

Tuesday Tales- June 27, 2017- Strap

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is strap. I used a form of it as I couldn’t quite use just strap. This is my horror story that will be submitted this week to my publisher. The heroine has completed her first quest to save her friend from the fungus growing out of his eye and is on the second quest.

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I glanced behind me and saw what she was truly fleeing. A massive man dressed in pants way too short for him lurched toward me. His huge feet practically shook the ground as he moved in my direction. My grandmother would call him a strapping lad.
Turning to run as well, I noticed his face as I made my pivot. It had to be the saddest face I’d ever seen.
Since I couldn’t imagine anyone that sad being mean, I stopped in my tracks and faced him.
He kept coming but I stood my ground.
When he was within a few feet of me, he said, “Ain’t you scared?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Everybody else is. Why should you be different?” He glared at me as if that would make me run. Almost as if he wanted me to go even though I could tell he needed a friend. I’d seen this before at school. The kid who no one wanted to pick for their team or eat lunch with.
“I’m not afraid. I can see you’re lonely and need a friend. How about talking to me for a minute?”
Tears formed in the big guys eyes but he didn’t let them fall. “What about?”
“Where am I?” I thought I knew now since I’d heard his accent but wasn’t sure.”
“Yer in Ireland, lass but how did you not know? Do you have something wrong with you?”
“No, no. I’m on a quest to help a friend who may be dying at this very moment and I’ve been moved magically from place to place. I wonder if you could help me.”
“What’s your name?” he asked with a tentative smile.
“Emily. What’s yours?”
“Liam.”
“Nice name. I think I’m in Ireland. Is that right?”
“You are.” Liam nodded. “I guess you’re smart even though I didn’t think you were at first.”
“When I ask you my next question, you might think I’m not.”
“What’s that?”
“Have you ever seen a unicorn?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re funny.”
“See? I said you’d think I was not very smart but I’m serious.” I fiddled with the shell locket on my neck. I needed desperately to get to Jacob. I could only imagine how bad the fungus was now and my imagination made me want to hurry.
“No. I’m not laughing at that. It’s funny because you’re one hill away from them.”
“What?”
“There’s a whole pasture of them over the next rise. By old man Shanahan’s potato farm. He even sells their leavings for fertilizer. That’s why potatoes from these parts are so delicious.”
“There are unicorns in the next field?” I couldn’t believe it. They weren’t even supposed to exist. Life as I’d known it was such a lie.

Posted by: Author | June 22, 2017

Wordless Wednesday- late!!

Posted by: Author | June 19, 2017

Tuesday Tales- Jun 21, 2017- Picture Prompt

Tuesday Tales this week is a picture prompt. All posts are limited to 300 words- (I dd 309 only because I wanted to get to the end of a paragraph). I have started another story. This one is for a young adult anthology call from one of my publishers -if I don’t make it into that, I’ll publish it at Halloween as it’s a little but horror and a little bit fun. It’s called Fungus Amongus.

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It seemed I’d get my wish to explore that igloo after all. I followed her into the shambles of a house and could barely contain my awe and fear as we made our way through several rooms toward the igloo. I saw things that made me wonder if I was on some kind of drug. Had I somehow ingested some mold spores from that thing growing out of Jacob?

The main living room area was normal. Other than stacks of papers piled up and a caldron on top of a potbelly stove in the corner. It was going and made the room feel like it was over a hundred degrees.

The next room was more sinister. The walls were painted black and olive green. I thought I saw an alligator with red eyes in the corner. I was pretty sure there were three snakes draped over the shredded curtains.

The third room which was right before the igloo, had some kind of weird flooring as well as sheetrock. Underfoot, my sneakers squished and the floor undulated with each stop, as if it wanted to make me trip and fall. God only knew what would eat my face if I did.

The thought of face eating increased my pace. I had to help Jacob. Had to.

“What will happen to my friend if I don’t get back in time?” I kept walking but the walls were moving, breathing, almost panting. I wanted to flee but made myself stay steady and focused.

“He’ll be covered in the fungus and made a part of the landscape. That’s why I laid him out in the moss. He’d be uncomfortable if he grew into and around a bed or a sofa. It’s best to let him grow into a natural environment.” She nodded. “It was the humanitarian thing to do. You understand, don’t you?”

Posted by: Author | June 14, 2017

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | June 12, 2017

Tuesday Tales- June 13, 2017- Stone

This week’s word prompt for Tuesday Tales is stone. I am still working on my pirate story set in the 1700s. I am almost done with it but am still sharing as I go along. This week, the heroine is in a jail cell in Port Royal, Jamaica after shooting a pirate who tried to shoot her first.

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“Good evening, Miss Vane. I’m Captain Cornwall.” A huge man entered the cell followed by two other men. “These are the witnesses and stenographers who will be taking down what happens here.”

Knowing I must look a mess due to my circumstances and being caught in the deluge earlier, I did my best to smooth my hair, remembering I had dirt on my hands from the wall explorations earlier. It was a good thing it was dark in here.

My neck and back ached. The stone floor was hard and I wished I had a soft mattress with a thick coverlet. I sobbed as it crossed my mind that I may never have those things again.

To my shock, Captain Cornwell handed me a square of linen. “I have some questions to ask and want you to know I’ve already spoken to the man you shot.”

“And you’ll be comparing our stories?” I hoped my voice didn’t sound as weak and shaky as it seemed to me.

“That’s partly right. I’ll also be seeing where they differ. As I’m sure you know, people will try to make their side of things sound better than what the accuser may say.” He indicated a large boulder-like structure near the far wall. “Let’s move over there since the top is flat and we can sit more comfortably.”

He held his hand out to assist me to my feet. While I allowed him to help me up, I wasn’t going to give him my trust as quickly as I gave him my hand. I might be naïve in some ways but in others, I wasn’t.

Once we were seated, the two clerks leaned against the walls and looked like they were settled in and ready to take their notes. I wished I would’ve been given the chance to have someone on my side to be there making sure these two were taking down things as they were truly being said.

“Why don’t we start with you telling me what happened and then I can ask my questions,” the captain said.

“May I start with something that happened before today?”

He nodded. “Wherever you want to begin.”

“A few days ago, when I came to Port Royal, I was at the cemetery and saw that man who came into my room tonight. He stood there and stared at me. Later that same night, I noticed him staring up at me as I looked out the window from my room in the inn. He also confronted me and my friend about my claim to be Captain Charles Vane’s daughter. He didn’t like that at all.”

“And when was the next time you saw him?”

“When he came barging into the room I rented at Rosie’s.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“I’d just returned from Nathaniel’s—sorry I don’t know his last name—plantation. Mr. Mountbank took me there to speak to Nathaniel about Captain Vane.” I rubbed my cheek. “When I returned to my room, I was tired and without cleaning myself up, I took off my stockings and footwear. Once I loosened my stays, I reclined on the bed and closed my eyes.

When I heard the door open, I initially thought it was my traveling companion, Benedict but as soon as I inhaled, I realized it wasn’t.”

“Inhaled?” he asked with what I thought was a laugh at the end.

Not allowing myself to hope he believed me, I said, “Yes. The man reeked. Benedict would never allow himself to be in such a state.” I shook my head as the memory of what came next.

 

Posted by: Author | June 7, 2017

Wordless Wednesday- with a Cover Reveal

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Posted by: Author | June 5, 2017

Tuesday Tales- June 6, 2017- Purple

Time for Tuesday Tales again. I missed the last couple of weeks due to travel and some drama on the home front. All is well again and so here I am. This week’s word prompt is purple. I am still working on my 1739 pirate story. This scene is when the heroine is caught out in the rain with the hero and he takes her to his brother’s home to get her into some dry clothes.

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“Honey, I don’t know what you’re doing with old Leo Mountbank but you’d be well-advised to keep away from the likes of he.”

“Is he so terrible? After all, he brought me here to get me out of the rain.”

“Shouldn’t been out there with ‘im in the first place.”

“I wasn’t out there with him as you put it. I was looking around the cemetery and the rain come down before he appeared.”

“If I know that devil, he conjured that rain just to try to seduce a comely young lady like yerself.”

By this time, she had taken me into a small room painted white with no adornments other than a massive cross hanging on the wall between two beds. There was a dark mahogany wardrobe that filled up one side of the space. The old woman flung open the doors and pulled out a purple gown. She turned and raked her gaze over my body. “I reckon this one’ll do.”

While she stood there watching me with a never-wavering gaze, I stripped off my sodden clothing and tugged on the proffered garment. It was actually quite comfortable and unlike anything I’d worn before. It had no corset and no boning. Free flowing fabric and being nude underneath made me feel wicked.

“I’ll get this dried and pressed after I serve the tea. I hope the vicar is back from his late rounds by now so I won’t be leavin’ you at the mercy of that brother of his.”

That brother was handsome as the devil himself and if I believed this lady, and I was sorely tempted to as it did seem as if that storm appeared out of nowhere, Leo Mountbank could very well be on the prowl to seduce a young lady. And maybe the old man I saw in the cemetery was some kind of demon summoned by the devil himself.

I was already half-way to seduction what with my so-called rescuer’s compelling presence and now me with nothing on but a thin piece of fabric. He could make short work of his task as things were at the moment.

Hoping she wouldn’t leave me alone with him, yet somehow also hoping she would, I was all a-tingle.

“My stars, you look like you want the man to take your maidenhood. All flush and excited. Even your eyes are sparkling.” The woman shook her head and tutted again. “Not while old Bess is around. No ma’am. Not under the vicar’s roof. I’ve a good mind to lock you in here til yer things are ready for you to go but Mr. Mountbank may tan me old hide if I did that.”

I gasped at her words. Surely not. I’m not naïve and knew what kinds of things went on in this world but I wouldn’t stand by and allow this woman to be hit on my behalf.

She must have sensed my concern as she smiled at me.

“Don’t you worry yer little ole head ‘bout Bess here. I can take care of meself.”

Posted by: Author | June 5, 2017

Special Guest w/Re-Release: Iris Blobel

My dear friend from the land down under has a re-release and I’m super excited to share it with you.

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~~ More Beginnings ~~

(2nd Edition)

by Iris Blobel

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AMAZON US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071F7FPQ9/

AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B071F7FPQ9/

AMAZON AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B071F7FPQ9/

♥♦♥ BLURB ♥♦♥

Zach Taylor, an escort in Sydney, living in Hobart, enlists the help of Natasha Peterson when his teenage friend, Mia, runs away. He soon finds out that the ‘dragon’ is really more of a kitten. And although Natasha, Mia’s teacher, is attracted to him as well, she has her own problems to deal with, not to mention her initial reaction to Zach’s occupation.

Will Zach’s job keep him from a chance to be with Natasha?

Life is good for teenager Mia Levesque. But when Darren Schuster shows up in Hobart, she knows something is up once Sophie and Mark cut their weekend away short and rush home in the middle of the night. When Sophie won’t answer Mia’s questions, emotions run high, and Zach confirms Darren’s identity to Mia. Disappointed, angry, and feeling alone, Mia runs away.

Will life settle back into a routine for Mia once she finds out about the stranger in her life?

New Beginnings have given the Levesque girls a new start in life, will More Beginnings be another chance for them?

♥♦♥ EXCERPT ♥♦♥

Zach Taylor’s young neighbour, Mia, let out a long sigh as she joined him on his front porch and sat next to him on the swing. Enjoying a cool lemonade, he invited her to grab a soft drink from the fridge as well. It was a warm summer day, and the air showed no sign of cooling down. A lot of people in Hobart were weary of the unusual hot spell for the very southern Australian city.

With another hefty sigh, Mia raked through her long, blond hair and stared into the distance. “Honestly, Zach, she’s a dragon. I’m sure she does it on purpose. She doesn’t like me. She thinks I’m spoilt.”

The dragon in question was Miss Peterson, Mia’s high school English teacher. There was no doubt that Mia liked school, and she enjoyed her classes. And even though English wasn’t her worst subject, it certainly was the toughest one, with Miss Peterson piling on homework one after the other.

Zach took a sip of his drink before he replied, “Hey, pumpkin, settle down. What’s that supposed to mean you’re ‘spoilt’?”

She lifted her shoulder in a slight shrug. “You know!”

Raising his brows, he replied, “Actually I don’t know! Isn’t she Sophie’s good friend?”

Another shrug. “Kind of, I suppose. They used to do the boxing stuff together, and since Soph’s carrying a baby, they go and enjoy coffee and cake instead every once in a while.”

Ignoring his chuckle, she went inside and helped herself to cold lemonade. She opened the can with a simple click as she returned outside and took a long sip.

♥♦♥ MEET THE AUTHOR ♥♦♥ IRIS BLOBEL

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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Posted by: Author | May 31, 2017

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