Pre-Order Fable Now!

Fable, the debut anthology from Iron Faerie Publishing is available to PREORDER!

My short story, Stealing Beauty, is one of sixteen stories featured within and is a retelling of Beauty and the Beast with a bit of a twist to it.

It’s just over 3000 words and tells the story of Isabel who swaps places with her father, who was imprisoned for stealing a rose. Not longer after meeting the man who holds her captive, it is revealed that not only is he cursed but she is as well. Both victims of an enchantress who has cursed the entire town for their wrongdoings, no matter how slight.

It comes out officially on the 5 July 2019.

PREORDER NOW!

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Story Prompt Sunday

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

No inspiration for this prompt… just completely random. I hope you enjoy it.

So, here it is, today’s opening line…

The house looked large and all encompassing but it was still dwarfed by the snow capped mountains that loomed in the distance.

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

I’ve Totally Got This Under Control

woman-hiding.jpegI’ve totally got this under control.

I do. I really do.

I wish I did.

No… this isn’t one of those blog posts. I’m not down on myself. Far from it. It’s just been a really mentally exhausting week.

It started off great. I was on track… to the point where I was a day ahead of myself. Yeah… funny that. And then I got a phone call. Just before one o’clock on Wednesday afternoon. I recognized the caller ID immediately.

The Primary School where my kids go was calling… somebody needed picking up… because they were sick… or so I thought.

Not… quite. Somebody – my ten year old son – needed picking up because he’d collided with another boy and was now sporting a big egg right above his eye near his eyebrow.

Now, I know what you’re all thinking. You can totally use this as writing fodder… and trust me, it’s being squirreled away for sometime in the not so distant future. But for now, it’s more of an: OH MY GOD! Anxiety overload situation. Yes… even days later. It takes roughly three days for me to get over anxiety. It’s usually three days of not being able to write much, if anything, at all.

It’s not like I haven’t dealt with bumps and bruises before, because I have. Cracked skulls… check. Stitches and broken bones… check! But when your son complains of blurred vision panic starts to set in. So… a trip to emergency ensued.

Sadly, mum life trumped Author life. Who am I kidding, Mum life always trumps author life. Hands down. Wouldn’t change it. Okay, I would on weekends. I need to start saying “no” to my kids more when it comes to the PC because the PC is mine! Yeah… never going to happen. LOL.

So, amidst all that lovely chaos, I got very little writing done or blogging, despite wanting to work on more of In My Blood for you all. Next week, I swear.

Here’s hoping to a much better and more restful weekend.

 

 

Organic Ink, Volume 1… is almost HERE!

organic ink promoHave you purchased your copy of Organic Ink Volume 1 yet? With less than two weeks to go until its release, why wait? And if you need a better reason… it’s only $2.99. The price is set to go up to $7.99 upon RELEASE! (30th June 2019)

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

Get Your Copy Here!

This incredible poetry anthology features 50 talented poets who’ve brought emotions and experiences to life in such beautiful ways. I’m truly humbled to be one voice among the fray. It’s going to be huge!

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!

Hawthorn & Ash

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I’ve been looking into more online publication opportunities of late and thought I’d bring this one to the attention of other writers just in case you hadn’t seen it yet and you’re interested in getting your words out into the world.

It’s an open submission call from Iron Faerie Publishing and they are after stories for their blog that range in length from 100 to 500 words.

I don’t know about you, but I love drabbles and flash fiction. You’re forced to think about what you’re writing in a way you may not with longer fiction and they’re quicker to write, which is a bonus, in my book given how busy I am.

They are seeking FANTASY and SPECULATIVE FICTION short stories.

Reprints : No

Simultaneous Submissions : No

Multiple Submissions : Authors may submit one story per week.

Publication : Online. An anthology is a possibility in the future.

Author Compensation : Exposure only at this stage.

Additional information can be found on their website.

 

 

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.

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!

 

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.