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Fable Cover Reveal

🦋✨Cover Reveal✨ 🦋

My short story, Beauty, which is my own take on Beauty and the Beast appears within its pages!!! 🥀

I cannot wait to share it! It’s so pretty 🥰

Fable, the debut anthology from Iron Faerie Publishing is compiled by Stacey Jaine McIntosh.

This anthology features 16 authors who have each weaved their own take on a fairytale, each with their own unique twist.

It’s set to release on the 5th of July, so keep an eye out for this and be sure to grab a copy when it drops!

Purchase links to follow once they become available.

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Story Prompt Sunday

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It’s Sunday again and with it comes the sixth installation of Story Prompt Sunday!

No real inspiration to speak of this week. It’s just something that popped into my head and I can’t seem to let go of it. And what better thing to do than share.

So, here it is, today’s opening line…

A girl walked into a bar.

And please, if you’re up for it, and it inspires you, share what you’ve written in the comments below!

Amazon Gift Card Giveaway

I’m giving away a $5 Amazon gift card when my Facebook group hits 200 Members!

All you have to do is join!

If you’ve liked any of what I’ve shared on my blog or are curious as to my next few releases please come along. I’d absolutely love to have you!

Author, Stacey Jaine McIntosh’s Fae Hollow

I love weaving Celtic mythology into my stories and writing about faeries and other paranormal beings. There’s so much fun to be had with creatures that can’t lie.

Submissions, Rejections… and Acceptances

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Submissions, Rejections… and Acceptances

It’s bravery, hope, sadness and glee… all wrapped up in a neat little package.

And do you know what I did despite receiving a rejection letter this week? I pushed on. In the wake of that rejection, I went onto receive three more acceptances, which pushes my total for the year up to 18! Not bad considering.

And that rejected story? Well… it’ll be fleshed out to a more respectable (novel) size and published.

So, all is not lost.

 

It’s Better to Believe

I thought I’d put it out there that Iron Faerie Publishing has a few Submission Calls currently open. The latest of which is…

✨Faeries Anthology✨

They are seeking stories about faeries from Irish, English, Welsh and Scottish origins be they from the Seelie or Unseelie Court or the unaligned. Dark and Light elves are also welcome, as well as the more domesticated (household) fey.

Genres wanted are urban fantasy and paranormal or dark paranormal fantasy. No horror.

Word Count: 2000 to 4000 (No stories over 4,000 or under 2,000 words will be accepted)

Submissions Close: 1st August 2019 or UNTIL FULL

Response Time : within 3 weeks after submissions close.

Compensation: A Contributors Copy (eBook)

Reprints Accepted: No

Estimated Release Date is TBA!

So, what are you waiting for? Get writing!

Story Prompt Sunday

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It’s Sunday again and with it comes the fifth installation of Story Prompt Sunday!

This week’s inspiration is aptly enough, Mother’s Day.

As a mum of four it can get pretty crazy around here, but I didn’t have to cook or do housework this year, which is always a welcome change.

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I hope you enjoy it!

Today’s opening line…

My mum always says…

And please, if you’re up for it, and it inspires you, share what you’ve written in the comments below!

No Rest for the Wicked or Weary

Okay, so I’m not that wicked, but I am weary.

As you can see, I spent April blogging up a storm, and I loved every literal second of it. (Pun intended) But, in doing so I wore myself out.

My plan before April… was that I would post daily throughout May, but obviously April happened and now we’re ten days in and I’m busy finishing short stories while editing others.

All that means is I’ll take a more leisurely pace until June.

So, on that note what I have been hard at work on is a paranormal romance short story that is just over 15k! It features faeries and woods and the turning of the seasons from autumn to winter and while it needs a little work before it can be submitted for consideration into a rather epic anthology that Juliet Marillier is featured in, I am hopeful. I’m keeping everything crossed that my story is good enough and that I manage to make all the edits in time, because it would mean the absolute world to me if it was published.

Story Prompt Sunday

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It’s Sunday again and with it comes the fourth installation of Story Prompt Sunday!

This week’s inspiration is fire.

I hope you enjoy it!

Today’s opening line…

He watched in awe as it burned; the pages reduced to ash.

And please, if you’re up for it, and it inspires you, share what you’ve written in the comments below!

Pendragon Sneak Peek!

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Work on Le Fay is coming along steadily but slowly.

It’s always the way when I set myself a deadline. I promise it will be available soon!

In the meantime, I’ve posted a little SNEAK PEEK into the next installment, Pendragon in my Facebook group. You can check it out HERE! It won’t be available anywhere else, so if you want to read, please consider joining the group.

Pendragon is the third and final installment of this trilogy and tells the story of Mordred, the rightful heir of Camelot in Avalon.

As with all my stories, particularly those dealing with the Arthurian Legends, there’s a twist because I like “what ifs”.

Mordred, the son of Morgan le Fay and Arthur Pendragon is fated to bring down Camelot. Morgan herself, tries to prevent him from being born but fails, obviously, and trouble ensues. You’ll have to read the excerpt to discover more.

And if you haven’t already, you’ll want to check out Morrighan! It’s only 99c on Kindle and $4.99 for Paperback!

 

 

 

Pre-Order Organic Ink, Volume 1 Now!

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My two poems, Petals and Darkness are included in this anthology and I can’t wait for it to hit shelves! Pre-order NOW!

Preorder Your Copy!

Poetry; a unique and beautiful way to express feelings and ideas. Weaving words into perfect poetic prose, these fifty authors remind you of your childhood, bring comfort from the hardships of life, fiercely spur emotions, and tell tales of old. All lovers of poetry will find a favorite here.

Story Prompt Sunday

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It’s Sunday again and with it comes the third installation of Story Prompt Sunday!

I hope you enjoy it!

Today’s opening line…

I was taught to fear the dark.

And please, if you’re up for it, and it inspires you, share what you’ve written in the comments below!

I Wasn’t Planning to Take a Break, But…

The internet went out and I had no choice.

And of course I had no contest pre written and there’s only so much cell data available on my mobile phone.

So, I’d love to say I’ve been busy writing up a storm, but sadly no internet meant my kids didn’t quite know what to do with themselves and I had to deal with the cries of boredom.

But it wasn’t a total loss and some new words have been written. And some editing got done on two stories which means everything is moving forward.

While I was away, I did create a group where fans of my work can gather. I’m hoping to grow my readership and this seemed like a logical first step.

You can find the link here. It would mean a lot if you joined. And there’ll be a sneak peek for my upcoming novelette Pendragon coming very soon if you do decide to join, which won’t be shared anywhere else!

Lest We Forget

Anzac Day. It’s a national day of remembrance held every year on April 25th

It stands for the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps And commemorates all the Australian and New Zealanders who served and died in all wars, conflicts and peace keeping missions and was originally devised to honour those who had served in the Gallipoli Campaign, the first engagement of World War 1. (1914-1918)

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

As we won’t be partaking in the Dawn Service this year, I have decided to share a recipe for Anzac Biscuits. Yes, I said biscuit not cookie.

ingredients

  • 1 cup plain flour
  • 1 cup rolled oats
  • 1 cup brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup coconut
  • 125 g butter
  • 2 tbs golden syrup
  • 1 tbs water
  • 1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda

method

  1. Sift the flour into a bowl. Add sugar, rolled oats and coconut.
  2. Melt butter in a saucepan, then add golden syrup and water.
  3. Stir the bicarbonate of soda into the liquid mixture.
  4. Add liquid to the dry ingredients and mix thoroughly.
  5. Place walnut-sized balls of mixture on a greased tray and bake at 170 degrees Celsius for 12 minutes.
  6. Biscuits will harden once cool.

For those of you reading this blog post and thinking: but I don’t have/can’t get my hands on any golden syrup there are substitutes, like honey, corn syrup and molasses.

Click here for more information about those substitutes and others that you can use in place of golden syrup.

WIP Wednesday

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It’s time to SHARE what you’re working on!

The rules are pretty simple, if you want to play along.

Just share up to 500 words in the comments from something you’ve been working on.

I’m struggling to share again this week because I’ve been finishing up Le Fay and readying it for publication but I can share something else.

This is a snippet taken from an unpublished novel that Morgan features in as a side character. It’s not evident here, as she appears later on. But it’s still where it all began…

*I may have started writing this story after being inspired by the movie 10 Things I Hate About You starring Heath Ledger. Despite the fact that he died too young I still consider him one of the best actors to come out of Perth, Western Australia.

Isabeau stepped down from the curb, her arms full of books. She was rather keen to drive home for the weekend and forget all that had happened at school the previous week. Only when she looked up she came face to face with a guy gawking at her. He was leaning across the hood of her canary yellow Jetta and while she could have sworn she’d seen him before she couldn’t recall where or when.
“Nice car,” he said with a smile that went all the way to his eyes. It was then that Isabeau remembered where she’d seen him. He’d been lingering on the school grounds earlier that day; although how he had remained unnoticed by both staff and students alike was a mystery.
“Are you following me?” Isabeau asked ignoring his compliment of her car. The Jetta was anything but nice; it certainly wasn’t new and if she’d had her way it would have at least been given a new paint job but as her father had been the one to buy the vehicle it would have to wait until she could come up with cash of her own.
“No. I was across the street, saw the car and figured I’d introduce myself,” he said as he extended his hand. “Name’s Lincoln Aster.”
Isabeau eyed his outstretched hand warily but didn’t shake it. “Because of the car?”
“Yes,” Lincoln let his hand drop back to his side.
“Right.” Isabeau shifted the pile of books in her arms, pulled the car key from her pocket as Lincoln moved across the body of the car to block her path to the driver’s side door.
“Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Should I be?”
“Most people are,” he admitted.
Isabeau scoffed. “I’m not most people.”
“Clearly,” Lincoln noted as he moved aside just as another car came and parked at a ninety degree angle to her own. A guy with frosted blonde hair stepped out.
“Oh, come on!” she called. “Do you mind?”
A young man, no older than twenty-five, winked in Lincoln’s direction and Isabeau stared at him, mouth agape. “Not at all.”
Isabeau got in her car, and closed the door.
“What are you doing? You can’t―”
But Isabeau ignored his outburst, choosing instead to turn the key, gun the engine and shift the car into reverse before hitting the accelerator and rather violently shoving the other car out of the way.
“Oops! Guess I just did,” she said. “Seeya ‘round Lincoln.”
“Yeah seeya,” Lincoln muttered aloud as he watched Isabeau drive away.
“I hope that the girl was well worth the damage that was done to my car,” he said as he approached Lincoln.
“Yeah, she’s definitely worth it Jake,” Lincoln replied. “Don’t worry, I’ll find away to fix the car.”
“You’d better man, ‘cause as of right now I’m walking and you know how I hate walking.”
“You won’t be if we head over to Sam’
s and get him to bring the tow-truck,” Lincoln replied.
“Now you’re thinking on your feet angel-boy,” Jake said.

So, what are you waiting for? Bring out your WIP for WIP Wednesday!