NaNoWriMo fun is about to begin again

National Novel Writing Month is about to begin again. Last year I wrote Obsidian Sun during NaNoWriMo and really enjoyed it, even if I did put the novel away for six months before I could deal with working on it again. I hope to send out Obsidian Sun in December, once the madness that is NaNoWriMo ends.

But enough about the past, now we’re looking forward. Tomorrow begins the retelling of Cinderella for Decadent Publishing. Kegan is my Cinderella character and Andre is the prince. Horses, men in spurs and tight jean with a little ranch rodeo thrown in for fun.

But, I’m not sure my version is a full blown novel. So I have a story called Sacred Dance that I started and has been languishing in the folder for months. I’ve decided to rewrite it as a short story. So if I finish Cinderella, I have a short story to finish out the month. This time, I won’t even be a rebel for not doing a novel.

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Cinderella story proposal accepted

I wrote a proposal for a call from Decadent Publishing for variations on Cinderella for their Fairytales line. Well they had so many that they are going to have a subset specifically for Cinderella…and mine is going to be one of them. Well, if I get it written and they like the finished book as much as the proposal.

I’m pretty excited. I really enjoyed the previous fairytale retelling I did and I’ve always wanted to see a m/m version of Cinderella. Imagine Cinderella set with rodeo’s and ranches. Now I certainly have my writing idea for NaNoWriMo, which starts Saturday. Yikes! Stay tuned.

Guest Post – V.S. Morgan

BFT_VSMorgan_HuntersMark_300x450Title: Hunter’s Mark

Author: V.S. Morgan

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Length: 74 pages

Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic I/R M/M Paranormal Romance

 

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Release Date October 10, 2014

 

Blurb:

Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.

Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.

Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care? 

 

Excerpt:

He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.

His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.

“Miss Priscilla!”

The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.

Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.

“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.

He growled.

The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”

He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.

Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”

He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”

Casey returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared as warmth wrapped around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy freaking glowed.

  

About the Author:

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com

Facebook and Goodreads: V.S. Morgan

Twitter: @vsmorgan1

 

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Double Trouble: Chapter 17

Wednesday Briefs

Josh deals with the aftermath of the ice storm. For more free flash reading check out the list of authors at the bottom of this post.


Chapter 17

Josh sat in the room lit only by the lights of the machines surrounding Danny. It had been three days since the wreck. Trent and Sammy had been released, although both of them were pretty banged up. Everyone had been strapped in as tight as Trent could get them, but somehow Danny got a concussion and hadn’t woke up again.

“Josh, you’re going to have to get some sleep. I don’t think you’ve gotten any since the accident.”

Josh recognized the voice and never released Danny’s hand. “I’m not going anywhere. I want him to know I’m here.”

Josh felt a hand rest on his shoulder. “You know he probably can’t hear you.”

Josh wiped Darrin’s hand off. “I’m staying. If I have to stay for a month, then they can just get use to my ass around here.”

Without a word, Darrin pulled a chair on the other side of Danny’s bed. Josh watched him for a minute but couldn’t get past the tiny figure filled with tubes and laying unnaturally still in the middle of the huge bed. He glared at Darrin’s intrusion as he pulled out his phone.

“You don’t have to stay. I got this.”

Darrin slowly closed the book on his finger and then looked at Josh. “We’re all in this together. Mitch is taking care of Trent and Sammy, and actually not bitching.” Darrin smiled and shook his head. “Well there might have been a little trouble when Mitch told Trent that he stunk and needed a shower. But Mitch won, and Trent doesn’t smell any more.”

In spite of himself, Josh chuckled. “Yeah, Trent doesn’t like for people to help him.”

Darrin lifted an eyebrow and stared at Josh. “Oh? Like he’s the only one in your family?”

Josh looked away and changed subjects. “Is Trent doing okay?”

Darrin thought a moment before shrugging. “His arm still hurts. It was broke in a sseveral places. But Sammy is keeping him pretty busy since she doesn’t get a walking cast for another week.”

“You know what I’m asking.”

Darrin shrugged. “It would be a lot better if the little bull rider would wake up. Why don’t you go eat something. I don’t think you’ve even went to the bathroom since he got out of surgery.”

“I haven’t been hungry. And I have been to the bathroom, I’m pretty sure.”

“Go. I have my phone. I’ll text you if he so much as farts.”

“I guess I should eat something. Or at least stretch my legs a little.”

Darrin smiled and nodded. “Good plan. Why don’t you go and get some sunshine. I’ll watch him.”

Josh left the room and stumbled down the hallway. The nurses smiled and nodded as he shuffled past. He wasn’t sure where anything was, and he really wasn’t hungry. He reached the first crossing hallway and stood there, panic growing as he started to worry about Danny even though he’d been out of his sight for only a few minutes.

As he stood, feeling very numb, he realized the hospital chapel was a few doors away. He walked a few steps and then with a deep breath moved through the darkened doorway to realized the room was empty. He walked halfway through the handful of pews and sat down hard next to the isle. He looked around at the dark wood and the stained glass. Religion had discarded Josh and his family a long time ago, at least that was the way he felt about it.

He realized he’d been holding his breath and let it out in a rush. He sat quietly for a few moments then looked upward.

“Hey, God. Josh here. We haven’t talked in a long time, well, because I was pissed at you. Sorry, I’ll watch the language. But I was mad.”

Josh closed his eyes, feeling this was what he needed to do, he began again. “Danny’s hurt. If something happens to him it’ll kill both of us. We can’t lose him. He’s a great kid. You can’t take him. It’ll just destroy our family. Please.”

Josh sucked in a stuttering breath and felt a stinging at his eyes. “Please. This time. Give us a break.”

Josh jumped when a big hand clasped his shoulder. “Danny will be okay. You’ll see.”

Josh looked up to find Sheriff White Cloud standing beside him. “Did Darrin send you to find me? Did something change?”

“No, I was here to see you. I had a feeling I could find you here. Trent’s already been to see the elders.”

Josh’s brows knotted in confusion. “Why? I thought he was with Sammy.”

The sheriff nodded solemnly. “Mitch and Benji stayed with Sammy. She’s doing fine. Just doesn’t like to be stuck in bed.”

“Why did Trent go to see the Kiowa elders? I don’t get it.”

“He needed to make a plea to the creator too. The only way he knew to do it.”

“What’d he do?”

“He’s dancing the sundance next summer.”

“For Danny?”

The sheriff nodded, but added nothing else. After a moment, Josh stood and held out his hand. “Thanks, Sheriff. It seems like you’re continually baling me out.”

This time Josh was rewarded by a smile. “Friends stick with friends, especially when they’re having problems.”

Josh’s phone started beeping and he saw the text. ‘Need you.’

Josh hovered for a second then turned the phone to the sheriff. “Gotta go!”

With a shove in the right direction he sprinted down the hallway. A few heartbeats later he was sliding into Danny’s room. The nurse and Darrin were hovering over Danny with all the monitoring equipment screaming.

“What is it? What’s wrong? Damnit! What’s wrong!”

“Hang on, Josh. Give us a second.”

Then Josh heard the most beautiful words he’d ever experienced.

“Don’t like this! Where’s Sammy? Where’s Da and Daddy?”

Josh slipped to the side of the bed and gingerly took Danny in his arms. “I’m right here, son. I’m right here.”


 

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Double Trouble: Chapter 16

Wednesday Briefs

A winter ice storm hits the ranches. For more free flash reading check out the list of authors at the bottom of this post.


Chapter 16

Josh stared out the window to the rapidly dimming scene outside. The ice already glazed the fledgling trees he and Trent planted when they’d moved into the house. They’d be old men before the trees were big enough to enjoy their shade, but right now Josh wasn’t sure there would be more left of their precious trees than kindling.

Josh jumped when one of the giant cottonwood trees along the county road lost another branch to the weight of the ice. The sound just tightened the knots that already populated Josh’s stomach. Trent was out in this shit, with both kids. He’d tried to call every few minutes for the last hour, but there was no reply. The kids movement class had turned into a nightmare for Josh.

He redialed Trent’s phone for the hundredth time and now it rolled to voice mail without ringing. He’d stopped leaving messages a long time ago. If Trent was getting them, he would have called back already. The rain slammed against the window and Josh watched as bits of ice slipped down the glass.

The room flashed with bright light as a boom of thunder rattled the window. An instant later, the house went black as they lost power.

“Well, shit!”

Josh stood quietly and a few minutes later he heard the hum of the generator starting. The lights blinked a few times and then came back on. Not for the first time he was happy about his husband’s paranoid nature and an insistence on having measures in place. Even as the lights flashed back on, he heard sounds of excited horses coming from the stables. He felt the pressure of another presence and found Max circling his legs.

“I know you little furry nag. We’ll go check on your horses.”

Before Josh could pull on his boots, Max was circling the door frantically. He opened the door and the dog shot past him, jumped from the porch and an instant later was sprawled across the sidewalk. Without considering the consequences, Josh rushed out to check on Max. The next conscious thought he had was that he was looking at the underside of porch. He moaned a little, and felt a tongue licking him.

“Max, it’s fucking slick out here. Crap.”

Josh tried to stand, and almost crashed again. Giving up walking, he crawled back to the front door. Once he reached the door, he used the knob to lever himself up and stepped inside. Max almost wiped him out as the four legged companion shot past him and back into the house.

“Alright you big hairy chicken, stay where sane people are.”

Josh dug through the closet for a few minutes and found what he was looking for. He pulled out a pair of hiking boots and flipped them over. Just as he remembered, they had spikes embedded in the tread. He pulled off the boots he had been wearing and switched them for the boots. He rummaged through the closet for another minute or two and found a walking stick he remembered them buying a few years earlier while they were on vacation.

He eased across the ice covered ground until he reached the stables. He reached the first stall just as the head of a Paint horse popped out.

Josh stopped to scratch him behind the ears. “Hey there numb nuts, how are you tonight?”

The horse looked at him and snorted before backing out and then pawing the wooden lower part of his stall. By the time he’d done it several times, Josh threw up his hands.

“Okay, okay already. I’ll get you some hay.” He made his way to the alfalfa they’d been feeding and grabbed an armload. He quickly distributed it between the horses to pacify them through the storm. They still were uneasy, but Josh didn’t know what else he could do. He went through the routine of checking each door to make sure it was locked. He tried not to check his phone every few seconds to see if he’d somehow missed Trent’s call. He paused at the open barn door and stared at the glistening scene before him, he could already see places where twigs were encased in a thick layer of ice.

He glanced over the horses before turning off the lights. “No use standing here freezing my butt off watching the ice get thicker.”

He had eased his way half way to the house, his clothes soaked rom the rain, when his phone rang. He almost pitched himself onto the ice covered road as he dug for it. He inhaled a quick breath when he saw who was calling. “Hey Darrin, what’s up?”

“Have Trent and the kids made it home?”

“No, they should have been back an hour ago. I can’t get Trent on the phone either.”

There was a long silence and Josh became more worried. “What’s wrong. You’re being really quiet.”

“It’s probably nothing. We just heard something on police radio and thought we’d check.”

“What’d you hear?” Josh’s chest constricted.

“There’s been a big pileup on the interstate, a couple of eighteen-wheelers involved.”

Josh body numbed as he tried to process Darrin’s words. “What else? What else aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s probably nothing. Mitch told me not to call and worry you.”

“Fuck it, Darrin! Tell me!”

“There were a couple of kids in the pileup. They’ve called for life flight helicopter.”

Josh collapsed to the ground, his legs no longer strong enough to hold him up.


If you’d like to see a snippet from the other Wednesday Briefs authors you can go to the groups website. Or click on the name listed below to go directly to the story.

 

 

Actual new words!

I have 20,000 words written in a contemporary western that’s my newest project. Currently titled Camouflage, It’s about Luke, a young rancher from eastern Oklahoma, and Nash, a rent boy from Atlanta. They found each other on an online dating website, but Luke doesn’t exactly know what Nash does for a living. I’m pleased with how the new story is developing.

Also, for fan’s of Wrangler Butt my first on-line story, I’m working on the outline to tell Gordy and Sam’s story. If you haven’t read Wrangler Butt, Gordy is a graduate student in agriculture who was a college linebacker. Sam is a computer science major, with a major chip on his shoulder toward jocks, especially meat headed football players. I’ve been thinking about writing the story of how Gordy and Sam met for years, so I’m excited to be developing the story for it. It may end up being my NaNoWriMo novel for this year, if I can get the rough draft of Camouflage written in time.