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Fiction Friday: “Straighten Your Crown”

“You survived what you thought would kill you. Now straighten your crown and move forward like the Queen you are.”

Eira glanced over at Tarian, who stood leaning next to the window. “They don’t want me to be their queen.”

Tarian snorted. “A small handful of the people who still believe the evil queen was the rightful leader. Wrongly believe, but there it is. The majority of them would follow you anywhere, Your Majesty. Just as I would.”

Eira moved over to where Tarian stood. “I told you not to call me that.”

“What else should your Captain of the Guard call you?” Tarian asked, smiling slightly.

Eira ran a hand up Tarian’s arm and braced a hand on her shoulder. “When we’re alone, Captain of the Guard is not what I consider you to be.”

“Then, what exactly am I?” Tarian asked, though from the smirk on her face, she already knew exactly what Eira was going to say.

“My wife,” Eira said, leaning in to kiss Tarian. “And don’t you ever forget it.”


I wrote these two in a Snow White retelling. That’s still sitting around waiting for me to rework it and do something with it(either include it with a couple of my other shorter pieces or rework it into a novel).


Fiction Friday: “Do What”

“The sun hasn’t even come up yet, and you’re wanting me to do what?”

She laughed at me and tugged on my hand, making the sheet slip further down my body. Her eyes still twinkled. “It’s called a run. It’s not like it’s a special favor.”

“I’d do any special favor for you, as long as it was here in this bed. There’s no reason to get out of it, is there? We can work up a sweat here.”

She just grinned at me and finished pulling the sheet away. “Come on. We can do that after the run.”

Finally, some incentive for me to actually get out of bed.


No idea who these characters actually are. Whether they’re actually already existing characters or not. Maybe they’ll tell me eventually. 😉

Fiction Friday: Under the Bed

Mom kissed me on the forehead and the door clicked behind her. Then, something shifted under the bed. I waited a moment before whispering, “You can come out now.”

The monster under my bed slid out and put their hands on their sides as they stared at my door. “What did the evil one want this time?”

“My mom just wanted to kiss me good night again.”

“That thing is not your mother, and that wasn’t all she wanted. I promise I will not let her get away with harming you.”

“She’s my mother. She wouldn’t.”

“It doesn’t matter what skin she wears, she’s a monster, and she’s up to something. I’ll figure out what it is and keep you safe.”

I didn’t believe them about my mother, but I still felt safer with them in my room. So I snuggled under the blankets and closed my eyes.


The first two lines of this was the prompt for today’s Fiction Friday post. I have a couple other pieces with this theme, and I may try to tie them all together into one story.

Fiction Friday: “How Brilliant”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Silas said.

“But, you love telling people how brilliant you are. At length.”

Silas laughed, even though he’d been feeling pretty miserable before Lin showed up. They always seemed to know what to say to pull him out of his head. “I screwed up, okay? I was sure the plan would work, would make things better with Corrin’s dad. I think I just made them worse.”

Lin ran the tips of their fingers through his hair. “From what Neil said, you aren’t going to be able to do anything to fix that situation. It has to come from her dad.”

“I know, but I hate seeing how much this hurts her.”

“You really do love her, don’t you?”

“Both of them,” he murmured. “I love both of them.” He blew out a breath. “But, backing up, since when are you and Neil Riley on a first name basis? I thought you two just met.”

He watched as Lin’s cheeks reddened. “Oh, this is going to be good,” Silas said, grinning at them. “Take it from me, Lin, the Rileys know how to twist you up. But they make you pretty sure it’s the only way you want to be for the rest of your life.”


This links back to a story I wrote last month, Arrested. Silas is in a relationship with Corrin and Jeremiah(their story was written in Playing with Fire). Corrin is Neil’s little sister. And Lin showed up when I started writing Flames of Knowledge. And they told me that they and Neil had a story to tell. I’m still not sure exactly what that story will be. But, this is at least the beginning of it.

Fiction Friday: The Unknown

“Stop letting the unknown into our house.”

Kayla glanced up at Adrian as he strolled through the door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said even as she ran her hand over the kitten’s head again.

Her husband didn’t bother rolling his eyes. “Do I need to do a head count of the animals every time I come home from work?”

She laughed then walked over and put the kitten in his arms. “Come on. Tell me you could have looked in his eyes and told this sweet thing no.”

He stared hard at her then looked down at the cat. Then, he let out a long sigh. “No. No, I couldn’t.”


I found the prompt(Stop letting the unknown into our house) on Pinterest(as pretty much all my Fiction Friday prompts are). If you want to see more of Adrian and Kayla, they first appear in Flames of Redemption. I should be getting the second novel in the series out later this month(maybe July).

Fiction Friday: “Unusually Well Behaved”

I have another Fiction Friday post. Here’s this week’s prompt(chosen randomly from my pinterest board):

The guys were unusually well behaved this evening.


Corrin stepped into the apartment and glanced around. It was never this quiet when both the guys were home, but she knew Jeremiah didn’t have a work shift. Silas was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. Jeremiah sat on the couch.

That was odd. The guys were unusually well behaved this evening.

“All right,” she said. “Which one of you needs to confess.”

They both turned to look at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jeremiah said. “I’m pretty sure neither of us have done anything to confess about. Have you, Silas?”

“Nope,” the other man said. “Not that I believe in confession. I think that’s your deal, Corrin.”

She rolled her eyes and headed for the bedroom. She didn’t want to get in an argument, even a playful one, with Silas right now about her faith. It had been a long day, and she just wanted to get a shower then relax with her boys. Was there really anything so wrong with that?

She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. It had been a long day at the pub. She loved working there, but sometimes it felt like too much when she had a lot going on. And now the boys were acting weird. She’d have to figure out what was up with that.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around her, both of them were waiting for her in the bedroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice breaking.

“Why do you think there is?” Jeremiah asked. “We were just waiting for you to get home.”

“There’s usually more…activity involved when you’re waiting for me.”

Silas laughed. “I think she’s trying to say she expected to see us making out and waiting for her to join in.”

“We’re not that hedonistic, are we?” Jeremiah asked.

“Passionate’s the word I’d use,” Silas said. Then, he looked back at Corrin. “And we were waiting for you. It’s been a year, Corrin. Well, since you officially moved in with us and stopped claiming to simply be crashing on our couch. A year since we agreed we were going to do whatever it took to make this thing between the three of us work. I know I’m usually the…”

“Goofball?” Corrin asked, smiling even though tears blurred her vision.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t take anything seriously. I take us seriously, Corrin. I love both of you. I just want to make that clear.”

She stepped toward them and both wrapped an arm around her. “I know you do. I love you, too, both of you. We are making this work. No matter what anyone else believes.”


I could take this a little farther, but I try to keep the steamier bits off the blog. 😉 I’ll leave it to your imagination just what happens next.

Fiction Friday: Interrogation

Story a Day is now over, so I’m back to just using prompts I’ve found on Pinterest yet again. Today’s is:


I looked up as the door opened. The man who entered wasn’t what I was expecting. He was tall, but slim. Not like the officers who had brought me in. Not like the either muscle-bound or pudgy ones I watched on cop shows growing up.

He shut the door behind him and walked slowly toward the table where I sat. Even though his legs were long enough to take him there in a few strides. He was making me wait. And I could admit, it was working.

“What am I doing here?” I demanded. “The officers only said I had to answer some questions. Am I being charged with something or being illegally detained?”

I almost thought he was going to crack a grin. Instead he dropped the file on the table and slowly lowered into a chair. Did he do everything slow?

Finally, he spoke, “Either you’re a law student, or you spend too much time watching television.”

“Neither,” I said. “Now, why was I arrested?”

“You weren’t.”

I really liked the sound of his voice. No matter how much his slow actions were setting me on edge, the voice soothed it out.

“You were brought in for questioning.”

“About what? I haven’t done anything.”

“Then, how do you explain these?” he asked, flipping open the folder. Photographs spilled out. A lot of photographs. Most of them were crinkled, brown with age. And there were a few drawings. But, every one had my face on them. Even ones that had to go back at least two hundred years. And I remembered every single moment recorded in those drawings and photos.

Shit. “I can’t,” I told him. Even if I thought he would believe me, I’d made a promise never to reveal our family secret. I wouldn’t betray that vow now.


I wrote ‘Changing History‘ last September for Story a Day. This is the same character that showed up there. I do have plans to flesh this out more. We’ll see how that goes.

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