Month: March 2022

#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 506

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Welcome back to the home of Paranormal & Dauntless Romance. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re at the beginning of our ninth year of weekly prompts. It’s amazing we’ve gone this long! This is Week 506 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook and the Group on MeWe. Need the rules? Read on. Here’s how it works: The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale. The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count. The prompt must be used as is. It can be split, but no intervening words can be inserted or tenses changed. Rules to the Game: This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250. The story must be new writing, not a snippet from something published elsewhere with the prompt added. Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count). Post your story in the comments section of this post Include your word count in the post (or be excluded from judging) Include your Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. How it benefits you: You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!) You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog! Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 506: Scientist, Dad, and flash fiction author, Eric Martell. Facebook | Twitter | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “How tough would that be?” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Comments do not represent the views of the host and the host reserves the right to remove any content. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

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Snippet Sunday – Do You Paint?

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

It’s time for Snippet Sunday. A TIMELESS HEART is the second story in the ELEMENTAL HEARTS series, is now out and available for an older heroine’s second chance at love. Just check out that beautiful cover!  A TIMELESS HEART is Captain Śandor Halmi’s story and he’s the captain of the Cloudburst Hot Shots, the local wildland firefighters in Cloudburst, Colorado. In this snippet, we’re in Bianca’s POV, and Captain Halmi as come to her place for a visit. He’s the first one to speak. ~~~~~~ “Do you paint?” Bianca shook her head. “No, and it’s a good thing, because apparently I have no natural ability to do so.” “Oh?” “Yeah.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “It was a watercolor of my backyard in the sunlight. It ended up looking like dirt with extra drips.” He laughed and the sound rippled across the workshop, making the light sparkle and her heart flutter. What’s that about? She grinned and leaned a little more, shoving the plate with her sandwich off the edge of the desk. She gasped and dove for the plate, but it was a lost cause. The stoneware shattered on the concrete floor, sending shards of pottery and sandwich everywhere. “Oh no, my lunch!” She shook her head as she crouched to clean it up. “Are you all right?” He stepped closer and she could smell the fresh pine after the rain and sunbaked leaves. Both reminded her of her adventures when she was a child in the hills around Cloudburst, and she sighed a little. “Bianca?” “Oh, yeah, yes, I’m okay. I’ve just been distracted lately.” She waved at the mess on the floor before she crouched to clean it up. “I almost sliced my fingers open earlier, and now I’m knocking things off the counters.” His intense green-gray gaze met hers. “You haven’t hit your head recently, have you?” “No, no, just had a lot on my mind.” She grimaced as she collected the pieces of broken plate. He crouched beside her and grabbed bits of sandwich. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can come back another time.” The idea of Śandor leaving made her scramble to find something to keep him there. “No, no, it’s fine. I mean, what better way to get to know someone than to drop a plate of food in their company?” He rumbled a laugh and her heart fluttered harder. “It definitely makes an impression.” ~~~~~~~ Yes, it does. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Available Now A Timeless Heart Blurb for A TIMELESS HEART: When Bianca Pearce left Cloudburst, Colorado at eighteen, she swore she’d never come back. She moved to L.A., got married, and created a successful antique and modern clock repair business. But time mellowed the hurts of the past, and with a divorce and two kids in college under her belt, Bianca is ready to move back to the small town to have a quiet life in a familiar place. At her age, she knows who she is and what she wants, and figures love is better left to the young. Captain Śandor Halmi is the commander of the local Hot Shots squad—and a Zomok, a Hungarian Forest spirit that most often takes the shape of a dragon. His main goal is to take the whole weekend off to relax, ignore his phone as much as possible, and generally disappear now that the Colorado fire season has ended. Love is not on the agenda…until he sees Bianca at the local farmer’s market. He’s struck dumb by her beauty, bearing, and experience, and now he can’t get her out of his mind. Despite growing up in Cloudburst, Bianca doesn’t believe the stories about the town having non-human residents, and she definitely doesn’t believe in love at first sight. But something about the silver fox firefighter sets her desire ablaze, and she can’t seem to stop thinking about him. Not even when he shows her his true form.

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The Desert King: Chapter Thirteen

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Author’s Note: Okay, so this year has NOT gone completely to plan. Have I been writing? Yes. Have I been working on this story? Er, no. But I have been writing. Does that count? I hope you enjoy the new chapter – and pretty much all of it is new writing. Chapter Thirteen: First Impressions Terim woke warm and rested for the first time in days. Instead of lying under the stars where anything could get to him, he lay cocooned in blankets under a stone ceiling. Sunlight came from an opening several feet away with a cool breeze flitting about the space. He could barely see the sky, but the blue shone through the tree branches hiding it. I don’t want to get up yet. Not that anyone was expecting him to. His father was in the village days behind him and the only company he had were the few animals he’d seen on his trek. So, how did I get into a cave? He searched his memories, but nothing came to mind beyond endless thirst and hunger, and constant trudging uphill. Where am I now? Uncertainty and fear crept from his gut up to close his throat until he coughed in his effort to breathe. He tried to slow his heart as he scanned the space around him, taking in details he’d missed before. Some sort of covering screened most of the entrance to the cave, but left space for light to come in and smoke to flow out. A fire pit had been dug in the dirt floor and the remnants of a fire smoldered with glowing coals. Gear piled up across from him showed his pack as well as another, a folded blanket, and some cooking gear. He tested his strength and gingerly sat up, trying to get a better view. Footprints marred the dirt floor, but no one else shared the cave with him at the moment. The scent of water filled the air despite the clear sky and wondered if it had rained while he slept. So, who built the fire? Was it the stranger in black? Had he found the one he pursued? Terim leaned back against the wall and tried to remember. He’d traveled for five days across the desert sands on foot, following the mysterious, unfading footprints, despite the wind’s best efforts. When the lands turned from sand to scrubby hills, his water supply ran out and he hadn’t found more. He remembered pain everywhere and a constant uphill path until…nothing. His memory faded. Had he made it to this shelter on his own? He glanced down at the blanket around him. The way he lay swaddled like a mummy suggested someone had done this to him. Did that mean he’d found the one he followed? Working his arms free, he let the blanket slide down from his shoulders to puddle in his lap but stopped when a gentle gust blew through the gap in the door cover. Icy fingers brushed his skin and he shivered. Where was his shirt? He slid his hands down his body under the blanket and sighed with relief. He still wore his pants, though wiggling his toes told him his socks were missing as well. He shot a look back at the gear, but he couldn’t see any loose items lying about. Questions continued to bubble to the surface of his mind as he tugged the blanket back up over his shoulders. It was soft, made from a finer quality wool than that of his desert home, and indigo in color. Like the sky after the sun has gone down, but light still remains. Terim fingered the blanket, trying to fit together the pieces of his memory with the reality in which he woke. Someone must have brought him into the cave, taken his shirt, and wrapped him in the fine blanket. A scuff of feet on stone made him turn his head. A shadow filled the slim doorway and paused, surveying him. The mysterious stranger from the old palace ruins. Still dressed in black silk from head to toe, the person set down a pot full of water beside the smoldering fire and took time to build it up until it crackled happily. The person balanced the pot on three rocks over the flames and set a lid on top before sitting back and turning their attention to him. Terim watched with mounting dread, wondering if the stranger would speak. Instead of speaking, the stranger lit a piece of wood and used it as a match to light a small oil lantern no larger than the length of his hand. They brought the lantern closer to Terim and crouched beside him, studying his features. He returned the scrutiny. Eyes of green with flecks of gold met his and a memory of someone he’d met before flashed across his mind. It was so fleeting, he couldn’t pin it down and it disappeared as fast as it arrived. The eyes crinkled at their edges as the stranger smiled, though the silk hid the lower half of their face. “Good morning.” The stranger’s voice was higher than he expected and had an unusual accent though they used the Common tongue. “I hope you rested well. When I found you, you suffered from exhaustion and dehydration. I was concerned you might give up, but I’m happy to be wrong. How are you feeling?” Though the stranger’s voice had an odd timbre, it was smooth, like water flowing over sand. He could listen to them speak for days and be content. Don’t be a wanker. He blinked a couple of times. What the hell is a wanker? But he knew the word, though he hadn’t heard anyone around him speak it. It was just there, like a buried memory, in his mind. The stranger tilted their head. “Brain fog?” “What?” “Do you have brain fog? It’s a common symptom of exhaustion and dehydration.” The stranger glanced back at…

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#ThursThreads – Week 505 – Winners

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Week 505 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Nine years! If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for coming back each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Silver James for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc. Entries: Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Terri Mertz | @rrats1231 Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Eric Martell | @drmag00 Kelly Heinen | @Aightball Mark A. Morris Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Laurel Kile | @KileAuthor M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Silver says: Good tales this week. Only took me two cups of coffee. LOL I don’t know why I keep volunteering to judge because it is NEVER easy to pick and choose. Every single writer who posts brings interesting words to the mix. However, our gracious host insists on there being winners. So, here are mine for this week: Honorable Mentions M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Silver says: This tale started with a lot of tension and ended by making me laugh. Great way to hook a reader. David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Silver says: So many questions! This feels like a mash-up of Jurassic Park and a Marvel Superhero comic. I thoroughly enjoyed my confusion. Terri Mertz | @rrats1231 Silver says: Her fire imagery hits home and using the wildfire as a metaphor for emotional upheaval is unusual and well done, even in a few short words. winner announcement Week 505 Winner Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Silver says: I love his “tongue-in-cheek detective noir” style. This tale has a fun twist at the end. Solly’s Lair Solly Vapors was headquartered in a warehouse on the city’s edge. It served as his home, or so I’d been told by a woman who’d carelessly fallen under Solly’s saccharine spell a year earlier, as well as a shipping/receiving depot for any enterprise Solly cared to step his humongous toes into. “From what Gracie told me,” I shared with Frank and Hank, “Solly’s apartment’s on the second floor. Has a back entrance. To get to it, we need to enter the adjoining warehouse.” “Why not go in through his warehouse?” Frank asked. “How tough would that be?” Hank gave him a reprimanding glance, said, “Few years ago, a local folkie, good voice, nice sense of lyrics, wrote a song…and performed it at that old coffee house, down on Franklyn, remember, Frankie?” “Nah. Don’t listen to songbirds.” Hank nodded, continued with, “Well the song started with Solly Vapors, Prince of Capers…yadayada. Word got back to Solly, and Solly screamed. PRINCE? I’M THE FRIGGIN’ KING. My point is that Solly has a few permanent hires…his palace guards. We’d have to go through them if we used the front door.” “Good point, Hank,” I chipped in metaphorically, “We best pretend Solly is a pair of long johns, and we’ll enter through the flap in the rear.” With that, we worked our way straight to Solly’s back door and the steep stairs beyond. I looked up, said “It’s all uphill from here.” Frank added, “I hate heights.” He wasn’t the only one. ~~~~~~~ Congratulations TWENTY-NINE TIME WINNER Bill, and Honorable Mentions M.T., David, and Terri! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

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Falling Behind on the Serial

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Wow it’s been a busy 3 months since Yule, and I’ve been writing pretty much every day. That said, I haven’t been doing any re-writing. I know some of you signed up to keep going on my Lady of a Thousand Names serial when it came off Amazon’s KindleVella, and I thought I could keep it going. But this story is 26 years old this year, and that means most of the writing has to be updated into my current style. You don’t want to read the old writing – it hasn’t aged well. But I haven’t forgotten. One of my goals this year is to write 365K words for the year. That’s six full length novels or several novellas, and it’s totally doable, especially if I stick to just 1K/day. The nice thing about writing 1K/day is I have time to do family things along with all the business stuff. But it also means re-writing old work gets pushed back, even though I promised to get two chapters done a month. There’s a new chapter coming (tomorrow? The next day?) but I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten my promise. Hugs Siobhan

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#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 505

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Welcome back to the home of Paranormal & Dauntless Romance. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re nearing the end of our ninth year of weekly prompts. It’s amazing we’ve gone this long! This is Week 505 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook and the Group on MeWe. Need the rules? Read on. Here’s how it works: The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale. The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count. The prompt must be used as is. It can be split, but no intervening words can be inserted or tenses changed. Rules to the Game: This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250. The story must be new writing, not a snippet from something published elsewhere with the prompt added. Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count). Post your story in the comments section of this post Include your word count in the post (or be excluded from judging) Include your Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. How it benefits you: You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!) You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog! Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 505: Renaissance Woman, Newfie mom, and Romance Author, Silver James. Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “It’s all uphill from here.” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Comments do not represent the views of the host and the host reserves the right to remove any content. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

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Tattoo & Teddy Bear Tuesday: Erica Worden

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Good morning! Welcome back to another day of beautiful ink. I love doing this. And I can because it’s my blog and my rules. Aw yeah. Are you ready for spring? I am. Last year this time we had 4 FEET of snow and we were desperately digging out just to get to the road. This year, the sun is shining, the earlier snow is mostly gone, and the temps are well above freezing. Oh yeah, I’m happy about that. The only downside is Daylight Savings started and I’m still trying to remember what time it is. So let’s get started, shall we? This week, the hot Tattooed Heroine is all sexy ink, and gorgeous. She’s not takin’ any crap from anyone, and if you don’t like looking at inked ladies, you’re welcome to head on out. This lady has class. Meet Erica Stotler Worden. She’s a model for FURIOUS FOTOG and she’s one of the most gorgeous I’ve seen. Erica is available for romance cover images of all types. I’ve seen her as an MMA fighter, a biker, Police officer, billionaire, and country cowgirl. You can get this hot tattooed woman in all sorts of settings. You should definitely check her out, she’s absolutely gorgeous. She’ll be on one of my covers very soon so keep an eye out. Thanks to Golden Czermak of Furious Fotog for the permission to share this image with all y’all. Happy Tattoo & Teddy Bear Tuesday!

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Snippet Sunday – Something That Smells Good

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It’s time for Snippet Sunday. And I finally have a book releasing. A TIMELESS HEART is the second story in the ELEMENTAL HEARTS series, and it comes out March 14th 2022 (that would be Monday!) I’m excited. Just check out that beautiful cover!  A TIMELESS HEART is Captain Śandor Halmi’s story and he’s the captain of the Cloudburst Hot Shots, the local wildland firefighters in Cloudburst, Colorado. In this snippet, we’re in Sandor’s POV, and he’s perusing the farmer’s market looking goodies. ~~~~~~ He frowned and scanned the crowds walking between the popup tents. The pine and honeysuckle scents pulled him through the throng of people, dancing like the elusive breeze, and he completely forgot his hunger in his need to find the source of the scent. “Hey, Captain. Are you okay?” Śandor stopped his forward motion just in time to keep from running into his big crewmate Mason Rockwell. The man stood just shy of seven feet in height and had shoulders twice the width of Śandor’s. He’d often complained about finding shirts and pants that fit his massive body. “Yes, I’m fine.” Śandor frowned as he tried to look around Mason. “What are you looking for?” Mason craned his head to look behind him. “Something that smells good, I’m not sure what.” “You mean the roast chicken? I think that stall is selling it.” Śandor shook his head. “No, something spicy and sweet. You can’t smell it?” Mason rumbled a chuckle. “My people aren’t known for their noses, Captain.” Śandor scowled. “Aren’t you on duty this weekend?” Mason shook his head with a wink. “I worked something out with Redfeather, and we traded shifts. So now I’m free to help you find whatever smells good.” He cracked a grin. Śandor snorted but the luscious scents of pine and honeysuckle teased him too much to pursue the argument. “You really can’t smell the honeysuckle?” Mason raised his eyebrows. “No, not in all these people and cooking smells. Maybe someone’s selling flowers?” That made sense. Though honeysuckle was a springtime scent while pine was more prevalent in the winter months. But the two scents were equally strong and seemed to be intertwined. He needed to find the source more than he’d ever needed anything before. What the hell is wrong with me? ~~~~~~~ Excellent question. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Available for Pre-Order A Timeless Heart Blurb for A TIMELESS HEART: When Bianca Pearce left Cloudburst, Colorado at eighteen, she swore she’d never come back. She moved to L.A., got married, and created a successful antique and modern clock repair business. But time mellowed the hurts of the past, and with a divorce and two kids in college under her belt, Bianca is ready to move back to the small town to have a quiet life in a familiar place. At her age, she knows who she is and what she wants, and figures love is better left to the young. Captain Śandor Halmi is the commander of the local Hot Shots squad—and a Zomok, a Hungarian Forest spirit that most often takes the shape of a dragon. His main goal is to take the whole weekend off to relax, ignore his phone as much as possible, and generally disappear now that the Colorado fire season has ended. Love is not on the agenda…until he sees Bianca at the local farmer’s market. He’s struck dumb by her beauty, bearing, and experience, and now he can’t get her out of his mind. Despite growing up in Cloudburst, Bianca doesn’t believe the stories about the town having non-human residents, and she definitely doesn’t believe in love at first sight. But something about the silver fox firefighter sets her desire ablaze, and she can’t seem to stop thinking about him. Not even when he shows her his true form.

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Have You Backed up Your Website?

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As an author and creator, I know all about backups. Save your file after you stop writing, even if you’ve only added a single sentence. Save your file to your hard drive, the external hard drive, and possibly a flash drive. Email your file to yourself so someone else’s servers has a copy and save it to a Cloud Service too. All of this is very familiar to someone who creates something out of nothing and wants to have it right where they left it despite trials and tribulations of electronics and physical disasters. So what happens when your website disappears? Panic. And tears. And more panic. I changed my website host and my site disappeared. 10 years of work, images, posts, links etc., gone when I made the change – which wasn’t as easy as 1, 2, 3. To say I was angry, scared, and sick to my stomach would be an understatement. For those of you who understand networking, website hosting, etc, this might seem easy. And the new hosts were that way – oh it’s easy. Just do this, this, and this. If you’re helping someone who doesn’t do this on a regular basis, you need to remember what it’s like TO NOT KNOW HOW. For those of us who don’t do this for a living, or are even remotely interested in understanding it, or hell, can update and maintain a website on the GUI side, those things aren’t easy or clear or fun. I spent the last 6 hours replacing because the new host deleted my credentials and didn’t transfer the site with their new hosting capabilities. It was a mess. There was probably a miscommunication somewhere because they do this all the time, and I knew what I wanted but not how to ask for it. They deleted the site and said I hadn’t done enough. Thank god for backups. Do them, on your websites – yes, seriously, because you’ll want it should anything go wrong like it did here. No one wants to build stuff from scratch. I now have four different backups should things go really wrong (2 from the old host, two from the new one). You should be able to do it through your host – if you don’t know how, find out how. Once you know, it IS easy. Thank goodness for my friend Nara Malone and my husband, who talked me off the ledge and took over the work needed to reinstall the site. It would’ve been really ugly if I had to do it alone. So, long story short, backup your website so you don’t have to go through this. I did it for you. Learn from my mistakes and trials. In much better news, I have a book coming on Monday, book 2 in the Elemental Hearts series. And book 1 is on sale for FREE. Click on the images to get the links, and have a great weekend.

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Snippet Sunday – Where Even Is That?

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It’s time for Snippet Sunday. And I finally have a book releasing. A TIMELESS HEART is the second story in the ELEMENTAL HEARTS series, and it comes out March 14th 2022! I’m excited. Just check out that beautiful cover!  A TIMELESS HEART is Captain Śandor Halmi’s story and he’s the captain of the Cloudburst Hot Shots, the local wildland firefighters in Cloudburst, Colorado. In this snippet, we’re in Bianca Pearce’s POV, the heroine, and she’s speaking with her oldest child about moving back home to Cloudburst. ~~~~~~“Are you sure, Mom?” Bianca shot her eldest a dry look as she finished taping up the cardboard box labeled “KITCHEN.” “I’m sure, Trey.” She tried to give her non-binary college student offspring a confident smile. “I know you think I’m doing something crazy, but it’s time for me to go home.” “Weren’t you happy here in California with Izzy and me? I thought this was your life.” Trey adjusted their glasses and grimaced. “I know Dad can be a dick sometimes.” Bianca snorted. “Sometimes? He can’t even get your pronouns right.” She shook her head. “I love you and your sister very much, but L.A. is too much for me these days. I know who I am, and this isn’t it. You of all folks should understand that.” “But Cloudburst, Colorado? Where even is that?” Trey rolled their green eyes, the ones that matched her own. “It’s in the Rocky Mountains between Denver and Grand Junction. It’s where I grew up and I’m ready to go home.” “I thought you said you hated that place after Grampa died.” Trey handed her another box despite their obvious reluctance about her life choices. “You said you’d never go back after the way Gramma treated you.” Bianca tightened her lips as she filled the new box with the last few items from the kitchen. “I did say that, but she’s dead now and can’t hurt me anymore. Besides, I’ve kept up with friends who are still there.” Trey blinked. “You still have friends there? How come you never told us about them?” “Contrary to popular belief, mothers actually do have friends their kids don’t know.” Trey narrowed their eyes. “Would these friends be more like boyfriends?” Bianca laughed as she sealed the last box. “You give me way too much credit. No boyfriends, girlfriends, or special friends of any kind.”~~~~~~~ Little does she know what’s waiting for her. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Available for Pre-Order Online Retailers Blurb for A TIMELESS HEART: When Bianca Pearce left Cloudburst, Colorado at eighteen, she swore she’d never come back. She moved to L.A., got married, and created a successful antique and modern clock repair business. But time mellowed the hurts of the past, and with a divorce and two kids in college under her belt, Bianca is ready to move back to the small town to have a quiet life in a familiar place. At her age, she knows who she is and what she wants, and figures love is better left to the young. Captain Śandor Halmi is the commander of the local Hot Shots squad—and a Zomok, a Hungarian Forest spirit that most often takes the shape of a dragon. His main goal is to take the whole weekend off to relax, ignore his phone as much as possible, and generally disappear now that the Colorado fire season has ended. Love is not on the agenda…until he sees Bianca at the local farmer’s market. He’s struck dumb by her beauty, bearing, and experience, and now he can’t get her out of his mind. Despite growing up in Cloudburst, Bianca doesn’t believe the stories about the town having non-human residents, and she definitely doesn’t believe in love at first sight. But something about the silver fox firefighter sets her desire ablaze, and she can’t seem to stop thinking about him. Not even when he shows her his true form.

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