Posted by: Author | April 26, 2021

Tuesday Tales- April 26, 2021- Bones

This week’s word prompt for Tuesday Tales is Bones. I am back in my mystery story from NaNoWri Mo. I am editing it now. Since the story I’ve been sharing was released last week, I’ve moved back to this one.

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She leaned on hand on her desk. “May I ask what the letter from your grandfather said?”

“Not much. Just that he wanted you to have the house and I should respect his wishes.”

Sophronia could tell he was lying. No way would those words cause the upset he’d shown on Monday. And right this minute, his face was so flushed, he could’ve been having a stroke or something. She didn’t know him well enough to know what kind of tell he’d have if he played poker, but she did know a lot of liars turned red when they were fabricating a story.

Wanting to probe for more information, but not wanting to do so at work in case things got heated, she stepped out into dangerous territory. “How about we go for coffee later and talk a bit?” She really didn’t want to spend time with him, but she needed the truth. If a cup of coffee with a man with an anger management problem was the price she had to pay, she’d gladly pay it.

But he was too smart for her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still angry about the whole thing and it’s best if I make myself scarce in your life.” He shook his head. “Not that I’m a danger to you, but it’s best for both of us that we keep our distance.”

Glad that his self-awareness was high, Sophronia was still disappointed. She was convinced that letter held information she needed to have. How she was so positive about that was a mystery, but she felt it in her bones.

“All right. I’ll accept that, but if you decide you want to talk or share anything about your grandfather, I’ll be glad to meet you and listen.”

Sadly, he walked out of her office and the store. She watched his back until he was out of sight.

Posted by: Author | April 22, 2021

New Release- One Lonely Knight

I have a new release – One Lonely Knight – a time travel story set in 1788.

In 1788 Scotland, Rowena Maitland doesn’t realize how lonely and odd her life is, until, alone one night, she is surprised by an intruder dressed in medieval armor crashing around in her home.

The stranger, Pembroke Burroughs, is a large man, but seems harmless enough with his battered helmet causing him distress. Until she assists him in removing the helmet and he insists he’s from 1568 and was just engaged in battle with the Earl of Moray fighting against Mary Queen of Scots’ forces at the battle of Langside.

Worried about being alone with him and fearing he is deranged, she drugs his drink and prays her caretakers will return before he awakens. 

Her plan fails, and once he wakes, he questions everything in her life and she realizes her situation is decidedly strange. Maybe even stranger than a man claiming to be from two-hundred years ago.



Edinburgh castle over dramatic clouds, Scotland, UK
Posted by: Author | April 21, 2021

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | April 19, 2021

Tuesday Tales- April 20, 2021- Hurry

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt hurry. Hurry and read all the entries and you won’t regret it. 🙂

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Surfacing and tossing his head to get the water out of his eyes, he said, “Did ye use all the soap, lass? Did ye not ken I would need it?”

She stood. “I am sorry. I thought it was still in there. Are you sure it is not?” It was as if she could not look at him as she spoke with her eyes averted.

Pembroke could not resist teasing her. “Could ye feel around down there and see if ye can locate it for me?”

“Stop being so silly. I bet you have it in your hand. You merely want to have me put my hand in your bath.”

“Is there ought wrong with that?” He winked.

Rowena shook her head. “You are one silly man.”

“No, lass. I am not. I am a man who wants to have my wife want to aid me in my quest for cleanliness.”

Seemingly ignoring his comment, she said, “Let me look in the linen I dried myself with. Perhaps it got tangled up in there.”

“Best hurry. That lad will return in a few minutes and I will not have been able to suds myself.”

“Here it is on the floor.” She bent down and retrieved it from the blue rug near the edge of the tub. “It must have fallen out when I was washing my hair.”

Posted by: Author | April 14, 2021

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | April 5, 2021

Tuesday Tales- April 6, 2021- Orange

Sorry I missed last week- the word was picky and it was not in use until 1867, so 1788 was not a good year for that word. 🙂 I am still in the time travel story. This week, the word is orange.

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“Let’s look around and see which fabrics you’d like,” the woman said. “With your beautiful white hair, I believe a blue would be lovely on you.”

“Whatever you think,” Rowena said, relieved the woman wanted to make the decisions.

“If ye do not mind, could my wife and I be left alone for a bit so she can take her time choosing what she would like? She’s not used to having freedom to make her own decisions on her gowns.”

“An overbearing mother then?” The woman nodded sagely. “I’ve seen that too many times, so I understand completely. Take your time and I’ll be available when you’re ready.”

When she had wandered off, Rowena said, “How will I choose?”

“We will walk around and look. Ye can touch them all and whatever appeals to ye, we will purchase.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

He stopped and placed a hand on either side of her face. “There are no mistakes. It is not a matter of someone dying if you wear green as opposed to orange. Ye need to trust yourself. If ye hate anything we have made, ye can always get rid of it.”

“That would waste funds.”

“It matters not. I want ye happy.” He took her by the hand. “Come and run your fingers over this silk here. See if you like how it will caress yer skin. Like your husband likes to do.”

Rowena’s face heated. “Stop talking like that here.”

“Never.” He winked. “Now let us find ye some lovely things.”

Posted by: Author | March 31, 2021

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | March 24, 2021

Wordless Wednesday- Cover Reveal

Edinburgh castle over dramatic clouds, Scotland, UK
Posted by: Author | March 22, 2021

Tuesday Tales – March 23, 2021- Glass

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt glass. I am still in the time travel book. the heroine is being hidden away from a visiting relative.

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No grand plan came to her but in a while, Rowena realized she had been sitting in the same place for hours. The room had darkened, and she was hungry. Where was Abigail with her meal? This was decidedly odd. The woman had never forgotten her before. What exactly was Lavinia doing down there to keep Abigail from her duties?

Rowena stood, intending to attempt to sneak to the kitchens to steal something to eat from the larder. A bitter bark of a laugh escaped her lips. “Stealing from my own home. What have I come to?”

She moved to the door and opened it. When she arrived at the door of the stone stairs, she was stunned to find she could not open the heavy outer door. Had Abigail shot the wooden board that held the door shut? Rowena shook her head. “I truly am a prisoner now. How long before they actually starve me to death?”

Holding back the tears, Rowena returned to the upper room. Poking desultory through the embers of her fire, she also wondered if Archelus would let her freeze up here. She supposed he would if her father told him to.

Thinking over any options available to her short of death by starvation or freezing, she determined before she allowed that to happen she would drag the chair from the desk over to the window and, standing on it, bust out the glass that had been added in the modern days. Then she would fling herself to the ground. Let Archelus and Abigail explain that. A dead girl at the bottom of the keep. It would be a scandal for sure. Her family would be mortified. Their secret and treatment of their own child would be out for the whole village to know. The news might even make it to London.

Thinking of that possibility, she was almost tempted to go ahead and jump now.

Posted by: Author | March 15, 2021

Tuesday Tales- March 16, 2021- Picture Prompt

Happy Tuesday. This week is a picture prompt week. This is in my soon to be released new story.

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“I am taking a walk with my friend and we thought we might call in at the village,” Rowena said, glad her voice did not waver.

“Just thought you’d take a stroll? What would your parents say?” Abigail asked.

“I would not have any idea since I have neither seen nor spoken to them since they sent me here as a small child.” Rowena shook her head. “I hardly think what they would have to say would have any effect on me.” She waved her arm around. “In fact, if they stood here before me on this fine day, I daresay I could not tell you if they were my parents or some strangers come along to rob me.”

Abigail shook Rowena’s arm. “I don’t ken what this young man has done to you or what kind of potion he’s made you swallow but you’re coming back to the castle right now.”

“I will not. I shall do as I please from this moment on.” Rowena jerked away from her caretaker. She was a bit surprised Pembroke had not said anything. Perhaps he understood this was something she needed to do on her own.

Abigail pulled a sheet of paper from her cloak. “This came today. I was going to tell you this evening by the fire, but now you have forced me to say it here on the path where anyone passing by can hear.”

Curious about the letter but not wanting to let her know, Rowena waved her arm again. “Does anyone traverse this path besides you and Archelus on the way to the village or perhaps someone bringing supplies to the castle?”

“No but this is something I wanted to share when you were in a good frame of mind and now here I am forced to tell you here. Archelus will most likely have to carry you back to the keep. I am sure with the way you’re already acting, this will only serve to upset you more.”

Rowena could not stand it any longer. What was Abigail speaking about? What would cause her distress?

Snatching the paper from Abigail’s hand, Rowena moved behind the wall that was Pembroke as the older woman let out a cry. “Give me that.”

Abigail lunged toward Rowena but stopped when Pembroke held his hand up. “Let her read it, old woman. You were needlessly causing her distress. It is almost as if you take joy in treating this fair lass as some kind of imbecile.” He sneered at her. “Is that what you and your esteemed husband over there have done to her for the entirety of her life?”

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