Posted by: Author | December 4, 2017

Tuesday Tales- December 5, 2017- Hot

This week, the word we writers of Tuesday Tales have chosen to use is hot. I’m still sharing my time travel story. We find the hero visiting with a man of magic he’s heard about. He wants answers to what has happened to him.

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Pembroke sat in the overly-hot, dark room deep in the woods. He thought he might be like one of the young ladies of his acquaintance and have an attack of the vapors. It was almost unbearably warm. He wished he could take off some item of clothing to give himself some relief.

Finding his way to this cabin had been difficult. He’d had to be subtle yet daring in order to learn the correct person to speak with. And now here he sat in front of a wizened old man who had such wrinkled skin Pembroke was sure he was over a hundred years old. The man’s complexion was an odd color as well. Almost as if he’d eaten too many green vegetables in that hundred years.

“And you say you ended up in the year 1788?” the man asked.

“That was what I was told and I also was led to a fine library where I was allowed to read many volumes and learned things about our time.”

“Like what?”

“For one thing, I learned how the house of Stuart will eventually fall and become the house of Hanover.”

“Hanover? Never heard of a Hanover. And this came to pass when?”

“I can’t recall the date right now. That was never my strong suit.” Pembroke gave a little laugh. “But what I really want to learn is if this was really possible. That such a thing could happen to a man.”

“It happened to you. How do you explain it otherwise?”

“Perhaps I fell into some kind of deep sleep after the battle and imagined it all. It seemed so very real but could it have been all in my head?”

“Didn’t you say you brought that cloak back with you? The one you set on the chair beside my door? How would you have gotten that in a dream? Or your armor? Where would it have gone?”

“Maybe someone found me asleep and took it. Left the cloak as a trade?” Pembroke didn’t believe that but he wanted to know what this man who’d been recommended to him thought.

“No garment that fine would be given to someone who wasn’t even aware he was being robbed. And make no mistake, if some person was able to divest you of your armor while you slept, that person would’ve been one of great daring and hardly one to pay for what he took.”

“You make many good points but you’ve yet to tell me if a man can travel through time.” Pembroke wipe his brow. He’d soon have to walk outside if he didn’t want to fall on the floor. How could the man even breathe?

“It would be my belief that you have done so, Mr. Pembroke Burroughs.”

“How do you know my name?” Pembroke had not introduced himself and the man who told him how to get here had surely not come on ahead and told this man anything as Pembroke hadn’t told him his name either.

This was becoming stranger by the moment. Pembroke now truly believed this man had some magical abilities. How else could he know Pembroke’s identity? “How is it you ken who I am? Did someone apprise you of my possible visit as I made my way here? He knew in his heart of hearts that couldn’t be as he’d told no one for his own safety.

Posted by: Author | November 29, 2017

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Posted by: Author | November 27, 2017

Tuesday Tales- November 28, 2017- Frost

Tuesday Tales’ word of the week is frost. We’re a group of authors who get together each week to write to a word prompt.

This week, I’m still working on my time travel story. Our hero has accidently traveled back into his own time.

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When the wind quit blowing and it became light again, Pembroke could barely fathom what had happened. Glancing about, he realized he was in the exact place where he’d stopped when the battle was over and he was too fatigued to move another step. He’d gotten separated from his regiment and planned to join them the next day at the rendezvous point. Not knowing what day it was meant he wasn’t sure if he would find anyone he knew there now.

Wondering how he’d gotten here, Pembroke scratched his head. If time travel was really possible, wouldn’t he have traveled to the exact spot he left from? Why would he move hundreds of miles as well as hundreds of years? He idly wondered exactly how far the Orkney Islands were from this area outside Glasgow. He’d never been curious about that at all. No reason to be. But now the thought of a girl with hair the color of a winter frost made him curious.

As soon as his thoughts turned to Rowena, his blood ran cold. What happened to her when he vanished? Was she safe? Being chivalrous meant protecting those weaker than oneself and now he’d left her alone to fend for herself. It was unforgivable. Then he remembered he didn’t plan to leave her. He’d merely touched the tree.

Thinking he should do the same now and go back to her if he could, the sound of a cow’s bell down the lane distracted him for a moment. Turning to the noise, he noticed a young lass walking at the head of the animal who she had by a tether. Curious if he’d really made it back to his own time, he called out, “I say, do you ken the date?”

She didn’t respond until she was by his side. Peering into his eyes with her head tilted, she asked, “Are ye wounded? I don’t see any armor but were you part of the recent battle? Have ye lost yer memories, then?”

Realizing he’d left his armor in 1788 was a blow. He’d invested quite a bit of coin in his suit. To say nothing of the cost of the helmet.

“Have ye been taken mute of a sudden?” she asked.

“No. I’m sorry. I was in the battle but lost my armor.”

Reaching out, she flicked the lush fabric of Rowena’s grandfather’s cloak. “Traded it for these fine garments here.” Her eyes widened. “Perhaps you were on the losing side and are trying to sneak away dressed as far from a soldier as you could be.”

He shook his head in denial. “If that were true, would I have told you I’d been in the battle?”

“Perhaps.” She studied him. “Maybe you think I’m merely a cowherd but I’m the daughter of the magistrate out walking my cow to our pasture. How about you come with me and we’ll see if anyone can claim to have seen you on or near the battlefield and if so, which side you were on.”

Realizing his regiment could still be nearby, even though she was a mere lass with no weapon to force him to do her bidding, he nodded. “Let’s do that and perhaps on our way, you could tell me what year this is.”

Everyone knows it’s 1568. What game is this?”

Posted by: Author | November 22, 2017

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Posted by: Author | November 20, 2017

Tuesday Tales- November 21, 2017- Thank

This week’s word for the writing prompt for the Tuesday Tales authors is appropriate for the time of year. It’s thank.

For National Novel Writing Month, I’ve changed gears from my thriller (will get back to that) to writing a time travel story.  Today, I’m sharing a bit from when the hero had told the heroine he was born and lived over 200 years before the current time. She thinks he’s a bit mad and as her servants are gone to the village, she trying to make sure she stays safe while there alone with him.

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It seemed nothing would shake his story but she had an idea. “When we finish eating, I’ll take you into the library and we can find some books for you to take a look at from the time Queen Mary was executed to today.” Rowena took another bite of the delicious, tender lamb.

“Queen Mary was executed? Did her brother do it when she was defeated? I’d heard she escaped capture.”

“She did. She made it back to England. Her cousin, Queen Elizabeth, had her beheaded.”

“Did she plot against her too like she did her own son?”

Not really being a person who read a lot of history, Rowena was almost tapped out of information to give him. “I’m not sure but the books should tell you. My grandfather prided himself on his vast array of books. I’ve heard tell he wasn’t much for the written word himself but liked to appear educated to his guests.”

“I’ve known some men like that. Do you have many guests come to call?” Pembroke set his knife down and rubbed his stomach. “That was excellent, Miss Maitland. Thank you for taking in a cold, hungry knight and showing him some sympathy.”

“Let’s make our way to the library. I have some things I need to take care of and if I can safely ensconce you with some books to peruse, I can get my chores done.”

She stood to lead him out of the room.

Behind her, he asked, “You didn’t answer my question. Do you have many guests?”

“I believe the house was very active while my grandfather was alive. It hasn’t been for years.” She held the candle aloft to light their way. She wanted to get him settled so she could retrieve one of her sleeping draughts and put it in his ale.

Even though he seemed nice, she was aware that men sometimes took advantage of women when they were alone. Rowena had no idea what that really meant but Abigail had stressed to her that she should never speak to strange men she might happen upon.

It had never happened but now here she was in her own home and vulnerable in some unknown way so she thought she might as well make him sleep soundly until morning.

Posted by: Author | November 6, 2017

Tuesday Tales- November 7, 2017- prepare

For Tuesday Tales this week, we’re writing to the word prepare. I’m working on my NaNoWrimo story set in 1788 but thought I’d share one more posting from my thriller story since I won’t get back to it until the madness of the November writing craze is over.

Be sure to check out the other tales here. We’re got some great stories going on.


I followed Dawn down the side of the building with my weapon drawn. A few moments before we made it to the large door we could see ahead, shots rang out.

She and I both hunkered down lower as if making ourselves smaller would make us bullet proof. Moving faster now as we were sure our comrades were under fire, we arrived at the door.

Dawn nodded to me. I interpreted her signal as she would lead as I opened the door and covered her.

Moving as a single unit, we entered the building and cleared the area. There was still gunfire—way too much fire—but we pressed on.

Coming around a corner, Dawn stopped so abruptly, I almost crashed into her.

Peering over her shoulder, I was completely unprepared for the sight in front of me.

There were a number of nasty, smelly, mattresses strewn around the room in some semblance of order. Each of them held a woman or girl. Some were either passed out, some attempting to sit up as if to try to figure out what was happening and a few may have even been dead. It was hard to tell but the odor in the dingy room had the distinct flavor of a dead body or two.

Before my eyes truly adjusted to the darkness, Dawn said, “To the left. Two men.”

They came at us with guns blasting.

Dawn took one out and I got the other.

As they fell to the ground, I said, “Keep your eyes open. There are probably more.”

“Ya think?” She practically snarled the words but I didn’t take offense. This was serious and deadly, there was no time to be a sissy with hurt feelings. It was take down time.


Posted by: Author | October 30, 2017

Tuesday Tales- Oct 31, 2017 – Ghost

It’s fitting that today’s word is ghost since it is Halloween but I am not using it in a spooky way. I’m still working on my thriller story and this week, we’re finally getting to the part where the hero is attempting to rescue some women from human traffickers.

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Eventually, we came upon a clearing where there were a number of trucks parked and several old, rundown sheds. Large sheds that might have once been considered warehouses but were so dilapidated they couldn’t have been sound for protecting products any longer. But was this where they were keeping women? On cold nights, the wind had to penetrate all the cracks in the siding of the buildings.

A shrill whistle startled me but I couldn’t think about it as men came charging out of the buildings and leapt into some of the trucks parked there.

Bennett called over his shoulder, “Get out, find the women while we chase these guys.”

Dawn flung her door open at the same time I did. I rolled to the ground with my Glock in my hand. I just cleared the tires as Roger squealed off in pursuit of two trucks.

As I stood, I noticed others of our group chasing more trucks. Shots fired wildly and I glanced around to see who we had left to help us round up any victims we could find.

It was down to me, Dawn and two guys I’d met earlier.

Signaling to the two of them with my gun, I pointed toward the left side of the building near the back. I hadn’t noticed anyone coming from it when chaos ensued so I was hopeful the women were there with minimal guards.

Looking at Dawn, I said, “You follow me around the right side and we’ll cut them off with those other two guys.”

She gave me a ghost of a smile and slammed the clip into the bottom of her own gun. “Show time.”

Posted by: Author | October 25, 2017

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Posted by: Author | October 23, 2017

Tuesday Tales- Oct 24, 2017- Seed

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is seed.  We’re still in my story based in New York where the hero is searching for a runaway girl.

Be sure to check out the stories of the other writers in our group here. I’m sure they have used our word very cleverly.


Bennett came to stand beside me. “Are you ready to roll? It should be interesting.”

“Yeah, I’m more than ready. We need to take these people down. Hard.”

“Ride with me and Dawn. Roger is driving that rig over there and we’ll be with him.” Bennett pointed to a black truck with a skull and crossbones tag on the front bumper.

All the others seemed to know which vehicle they were assigned as they broke away and found their rides. I was impressed with the orderliness and precision. Hopefully, this boded well for the success of the mission.

When we were finally all aboard and our audience had grown to epic proportions, Bennett gave the signal to move out.

Our truck was the lead truck and as we roared away and toward the northern part of Manhattan, the seed of excitement that had settled in my gut grew.  There was nothing like the adrenaline of a mission. In this moment, I realized exactly how much I’d missed that part of my life. Perhaps I’d join Bennett’s group on a more permanent basis once I was able to rescue Shannon.

The thought of the girl made me pull her photo out of my pocket. I looked down at the school picture and reiterated the promise I’d made to that face many times. “I’m going to find you.”

“You know she’s probably not with these girls, right?” Dawn, seated on the back seat beside me, said.

“Yeah. I do but I can still keep promising her I won’t give up.”

She stared at me with an expression that seemed to say I was nuts but she wasn’t going to break the news to me just yet.

Posted by: Author | October 18, 2017

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