Story Prompt Sunday

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Another Sunday has rolled around again and with it comes the ninth installation of Story Prompt Sunday!

Inspiration this week is sunrise. For no other reason than I was awake until almost 5am this morning. Didn’t quite last until the sun rose. I wasn’t really trying to, but I do like the sky at that time of the morning.

So, here it is, today’s opening line…

As the sun rose over the horizon, there was no excitement at the arrival of a new day, merely dread at the realisation I had to repeat yesterday.

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

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Prologue

 

In My Blood

Prologue

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Evie sat in the corner booth waiting, idly playing with the straw in her drink. She was bored and she’d only been here ten minutes. But that was the problem with small towns. Nothing ever happened and on the odd chance that something exciting did happen, it was almost always short lived.

So, she either had to find an excuse to get out of town and head to the city, or find someone who would be willing to entertain her for a few hours.

And that was the other thing about small towns. It was impossible to date. Everyone available was either one of three things… too old, family or someone her parents didn’t approve of.

It was the third reason that bugged Evie most of all and gave her the most incentive to want to get out. It wasn’t as if she needed her parent’s approval in regards to who she dated, but the elders of the pack had strict rules as to what the younger generation could and couldn’t do.

All because some alpha over in Belfast got himself got himself into a tangle with the daughter of the faerie queen. Suffice to say it didn’t end well and a lot of people died. Of course, those actions had ripple effects which had trickled down to the American packs.

Rule #36: No werewolf shall at any time enter into a relationship with one of the fair folk.

To do so would mean excommunication. And to be a werewolf without a pack was dicey. Without protection of other pack members anything could happen.

But Evie never was good at playing by the rules.

Rolling her eyes at him as he sat down in the booth opposite her, Fletcher grinned. “Hey Sis, how’s things?”

“Fine,” she muttered. “What brings you to my booth?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thought I’d check in. See how my little sis is doing.”

Evie rolled her eyes once more. “What do you want, Fletcher?”

“Oh, it’s not what I want,” he said. “It’s what they want.”

“They?” Evie asked, confusion marring her face. “But…”

“Apparently,” Fletcher continued, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Our aunt speaks very highly of you.”

“Our aunt?” Evie asked, while across the table, Fletcher nodded.

“And she’d like an audience with you.”

“Me!” Evie squeaked. “Why me?”

Fletcher shrugged. “How should I know? Perhaps she’s got a potential suitor already picked up, ready and waiting for you to walk down the aisle… they do have aisles in Arcadia, don’t they? I mean you could do worse.”

“I could do worse?” Evie’s nostrils flared. “’Course you would think marriage to one of the fair folk was a perfectly acceptable solution given there aren’t enough pack members to go around, wouldn’t you? Why don’t you marry one then?”

“Because Eves,” Fletcher said. “I’m not one of the last surviving Quinn females on the North American coast.”

“What’s blood got to do with any of this?” Evie demanded.

“Everything.”

In My Blood

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So… watch this space, because this is where I’ll be linking every chapter of this little WIP for you guys to read, as I write it.

Because I’m posting as I write it, it will be raw and unedited, but I wanted to do something a little different and have some fun. This novel does tie into other novels but is separate enough that it will stand on its own.

In My Blood (working title) is a standalone – for now – novel that is set within the world of the Eldritch Series of which Book One (The Winter Princess) is currently with an editor.

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It centers around Evie, who is the last remaining Quinn female, born to mixed lineage. Not quite fey nor quite wolf. Evie has grown up following pack orders. But that’s all about to change.

As wolves mate for life and Evie has yet to find the one since the rules surrounding who she can and cannot date are harsher than ever, she is almost content to stay single until she is summoned to Arcadia by her aunt, who presents her with a contract awaiting her signature that will put an end to her spinsterhood forever.

Signing it means leaving her old life behind and trading it in for a new one. One where the mere fact that she’s a werewolf could wind up getting her killed. Can she learn the rules of Court in time and handle her faerie heritage in a world she knows nothing about while keeping her secret hidden or will it be revealed and her chance at happiness lost for good.

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.

It’s June! Which means we in Oz are in the throes of Winter. It’s been raining pretty consistently for the last week. Kinda over it to be honest. However, the sun is out today, and I’ve been able to write, which means I’m able to share.

I’ve picked up where I left off on the previous piece for the hell of it. I’m actually thinking of sharing this story piecemeal as its written. Which means it’s going to be raw and unedited.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments below… or like… to let me know if you want to see future installments.

But Evie never was good at playing by the rules.

Rolling her eyes at him as he sat down in the booth opposite her, Fletcher grinned. “Hey Sis, how’s things?”

“Fine,” she muttered. “What brings you to my booth?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thought I’d check in. See how my little sis is doing.”

Evie rolled her eyes once more. “What do you want, Fletcher?”

“Oh, it’s not what I want,” he said. “It’s what they want.”

“They?” Evie asked, confusion marring her face. “But…”

“Apparently,” Fletcher continued, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Our aunt speaks very highly of you.”

“Our aunt?” Evie asked, while across the table, Fletcher nodded.

“And she’d like an audience with you.”

“Me!” Evie squeaked. “Why me?”

Fletcher shrugged. “How should I know? Perhaps she’s got a potential suitor already picked up, ready and waiting for you to walk down the aisle… they do have aisles in Arcadia, don’t they? I mean you could do worse.”

“I could do worse?” Evie’s nostrils flared. “’Course you would think marriage to one of the fair folk was a perfectly acceptable solution given there aren’t enough pack members to go around, wouldn’t you? Why don’t you marry one then?”

“Because Eves,” Fletcher said. “I’m not the one of the last surviving Quinn females on the North American coast.”

“What’s blood got to do with any of this?” Evie demanded.

“Everything.”

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

 

Story Prompt Sunday

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Another Sunday has rolled around again and with it comes the eighth installation of Story Prompt Sunday!

Inspiration this week is Winter… because well it’s June and we’ve been having a lot of rain over the last few days in Perth… so, what better way to celebrate Winter, right than by writing. (PS. Sorry to those of you in the Northern Hemisphere who are in the throes of Summer. Maybe this will help cool you down.)

So, here it is, today’s opening line…

Cold and wet, he made his way along the path and through the woods to his house.

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

Le Fay to be Released August 9th

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Yes! I have a release date! Le Fay is to be released on August 9th!

I have agonized over this for a while, and finally settled on a release date… one that I think is fair and gives me time to polish Le Fay into something great. Unlike with Morrighan, I didn’t have two test runs of this story to fall back on. All three incarnations of Morrighan have received positive feedback and reviews and I don’t want to disappoint anyone with releasing a subpar story in my haste and excitement to see another story of mine out in the world.

June and July are also difficult months for my family, as both mine and my husband’s mum’s are no longer with us. I have to say though he handles the loss of his mum far better than I handle the loss of mine.

So, I’ve pushed it back to give myself time to fall into a heap on July 24th and come out the other side. August 9th also marks what would have been my mum’s 70th birthday. It seems like a fitting tribute.

Watch this space… because I’m absolutely loving the roads these short stories are taking.

It will be available in eBook and paperback formats across all platforms.

In the meantime… if you want to read a snippet or two… check here and here.

Story Prompt Sunday

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Another Sunday has rolled around again and with it comes the seventh installation of Story Prompt Sunday!

Inspiration this week is fairytales… because that’s what I’ve been working on of late.

So, here it is, today’s opening line…

Happily ever after was the real fairytale; not what passed as my life and I was a bonafide faerie.

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

Eyes Open

Just a few minutes ago I received an acceptance on my drabble, “Eyes Open”. It’s being published on the Horror Tree as part of their Trembling With Fear online publication.

It marks my twentieth acceptance for 2019. I’m hoping, that with some luck I can double that by the end of the year and maybe even hit fifty acceptances by the end of the year.

No word yet on when it will appear but I can’t wait to share it with you.

It’s Done!

It’s done! Omg! I finished writing Le Fay early this morning. At ten past one this morning to be precise. And, wow! I think you’re all going to love it, I really do!

This journey has been incredible. I wasn’t sure for a while there if I could even write a prequel to Morrighan because the words just weren’t flowing and I didn’t want to force them, but then a spark of inspiration came and I got it done.

So, it’s done and I still need to edit it and properly format it and make sure the cover is right for the paperback… basically make it shine… so that I can release it into the world. Which means no release date yet, but soon, I swear. I just had to update you all on my progress and let you know that I hadn’t forgotten.

At just over 6,200 words it will be priced similarly to Morrighan… be sure to keep your eyes on my blog for future updates!

I can’t wait!

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.

Wow! Has it been a month already since I last shared? That’s insane. Time flies… as they say. Apologies, I guess I’ve been busy throughout May than I originally thought.

So, on that note… here is a small excerpt of something that may never see the light of day. This is an abandoned opening, but I still love it. If you like it and think it has merit and I should develop it into a full story, let me know by liking and or commenting.

Evie sat in the corner booth waiting, idly playing with the straw in her drink. She was bored and she’d only been here ten minutes. But that was the problem with small towns. Nothing ever happened and on the odd chance that something exciting did happen, it was almost always short lived.

So, she either had to find an excuse to get out of town and head to the city, or find someone who would be willing to entertain her for a few hours.

And that was the other thing about small towns. It was impossible to date. Everyone available was either one of three things… too old, family or someone her parents didn’t approve of.

It was the third reason that bugged Evie most of all and gave her the most incentive to want to get out. It wasn’t as if she needed her parent’s approval in regards to who she dated, but the elders of the pack had strict rules as to what the younger generation could and couldn’t do.

All because some alpha over in Belfast got himself got himself into a tangle with the daughter of the faerie queen. Suffice to say it didn’t end well and a lot of people died. Of course, those actions had ripple effects which had trickled down to the American packs.

Rule #36: No werewolf shall at any time enter into a relationship with one of the fair folk.

To do so would mean excommunication. And a werewolf without a pack was dicey. Without protection of other pack members anything could happen.

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

 

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!