Friday, November 30, 2012

First Four Friday – The Font





Chapter 3

Elisha flew through the night with a motionless Naya in his arms.  He held her close, knowing the chill of the season might affect her despite the coat she wore.  His companions had gone in different directions, to protect their minds from the knowledge of where she would be kept prisoner until the next night.   If Heriolf caught them and read their minds, they would have no information he could use to track the Font.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor Book 7: Alien Refuge




First draft is under way.  Here we have a protective Nobek and an Earther Matara and her special needs son.  Read on:

                Jol gazed at the boy with open admiration before turning his cat-pupil eyes to Iris.  “A brilliant mind for engineering is in there.”
                Iris couldn’t help the pride that swelled in her voice.  “He reads, too.  I started teaching him letters and sounds when he was three, though he didn’t speak until he was four.  When he did speak, he could already read his story books.”  She knew she bragged, but it wasn’t often people looked beneath Thomas’ behavior issues to appreciate the feats he was capable of.
                “You have been blessed, Matara.”  Jol frowned then.  “But his lack of impulse control worries me greatly.  My biggest concern is how he ended up in the middle of the travel lane.  That would not have ended well for him if I hadn’t happened by, doing a routine check on the area.” 
                Iris swallowed.  Thomas could have so easily died only minutes ago.  The miracle of Jol’s rescue brought fresh tears to her eyes, which she resolutely blinked back. 
                She told the Nobek, “He doesn’t understand danger.  He simply has no concept of it.  I try to keep him close when we’re outside.  This time when he panicked, he got away from me.”  She shuddered.  “I can usually catch him, but it only takes once to be too late, doesn’t it?”
                Jol nodded, watching her carefully.  “You need a boundary shield between your land and the lane.”
                Iris bowed her head.  “I’m only a homesteader, Nobek Jol.  Because Thomas requires so much of my time, I farm just enough to keep us fed and clothed.  I can’t take him to the community fields and work for extra funds because keeping after him doesn’t allow me to.”  Not to mention Thomas had a bad habit of crashing through and wrecking crops.  She’d end up owing Haven money rather than earning any.
                “I see.”  Jol glanced at Thomas and pursed his lips.  The line between his eyebrows deepened.  He nodded his head and stood. 
                Iris stood too.  Jol eased his stern expression to offer her a small smile.  “The safety and security of Haven and its colonists ultimately falls on my shoulders.  I will see to getting you a boundary shield.”
                Iris stared at him.  She couldn’t afford it, but Thomas always came first.  She’d find a way.  “Do I make payments or is there work I can do to offset the cost?”
                Jol shook his head.  “That will not be required, Matara Iris.  Should you leave this property or not need the shield any longer for whatever reason, simply give it back to us.  This way, you will not have to worry about Thomas running into the lane anymore.”
                He was giving them the shield?  For free?  Iris gaped at him and finally managed to blurt, “Thank you, Nobek Jol.”
                The Kalquorian bowed to her and looked over at Thomas.  “Goodbye, Thomas.”
                Thomas didn’t look up, but he responded without any coaching from Iris.  “Goodbye.  Woo-woo!”
                Jol’s smile trembled as if he held back laughter.  He bowed to Iris again.  “Good day, Matara.”

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue (WIP)



             As Raven moved past Bringer to get into the car, she got a whiff of his cologne, a spicy, exotic, and masculine fragrance that made her insides warm.  She nearly choked on her own spit at her body’s almost primitive response to the man’s scent. 
            I hope Todd’s in the mood tonight, because I obviously need to get laid, she thought as she settled on the leather passenger seat.  She was perversely glad she’d spent the day in the air-conditioned courthouse, leaving her smelling clean and fresh.  At this time of day after being on patrol in the burning desert, she usually smelled of sweat.
            Raven deliberately pointed her face at the window when Bringer got behind the steering wheel. 

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Saturday, November 24, 2012

Random Saturday – Giving Thanks



I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and survived Black Friday if you ventured out.  While I’m working on week three of being sick with back-to-back colds, I still managed a nice Turkey Day with my husband, son, and the in-laws.  I don’t do Black Friday shopping myself, preferring to get my shopping done early when possible, and relying on the internet for the stuff I didn’t manage to get.  I just don’t do big crowds that well.

I realize the official day of giving thanks was two days ago, but I find myself doing that every day.  I have so much that means a lot to me.  First and foremost is my brilliant son, who my life revolves around.  Watching him grow and surmount his challenges due to autism is truly a gift.  Then I have a husband who puts up with the mess that is Tracy.  I am not a patient person, I am not always a nice person, and I am surely not all he deserves.  Yet he acts as if I am the perfect woman for him, and I appreciate all he does for me and our child.

I am exceedingly grateful for the ‘muse’ that keeps the stories coming, often faster than I can possibly write them.  Inspiration shows up from everywhere, and as of yet, I have never seen this writer’s block others bemoan.  It is not unlikely for those in range to hear me scream, “Not another one!” because I already have so many stories waiting to be written.  Yet I am thrilled when it happens, if a bit overwhelmed.

Most of all, I am thankful to those who read my books.  You have made my dreams come true by allowing me to be an author.  Because of you, I get to be a fulltime writer who makes a living at this difficult profession.  Your encouragement gets me through the times when I think, ‘Who am I fooling?  I’m no writer.  I suck.’  Your cheerleading spurs me to write better with every book.  If not for you, there wouldn’t be clan after clan after clan of big, strong Kalquorians because I would have given up after the first two books.  You made Kalquor happen the way it has.  For that, I thank you because I love those guys.

Thanksgiving Day is not an isolated once-a-year event for me.  I am grateful every single day to all of you.  Thank you for all you’ve given me.

Tracy

Friday, November 23, 2012

First Four Friday - Unholy Union




Chapter 14

            Streetlights were just coming on as Elaine trudged up the stairs to her apartment.  In the end, she had nowhere else to go, and the compulsion to be with Ash was driving her mad.
            What did it matter anyway, she wondered?  His evil had apparently seeped into her, driving even Father Thomas into lust.

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