It’s #bookqw and Annmar is so immersed, realization comes ‘later’. More from Chapter 14: Annmar stared out the window for a moment, eyeing Pat. Then she opened her sketchbook to a fresh page, picked up a pencil in one hand and her toast in the other. She took a bite, and the images swirled forth […]
It’s #bookqw and will our hero keep his ‘heart’ in his work when he meets the heroine? More from Chapter 3: Daeryn lifted his chin. “Yes.” He waited a beat, and when all Jac did was cross her arms in a show of exasperation, he continued. “Your departure with Terrent left the rest of us […]
It’s #bookqw and our hero questions if shapeshifter habits are ‘bad’? More from Chapter 3: Tap, tap, tap. Daeryn froze. Not Miriam. Please. She’d skin him alive. “Ha.” Grinning broadly, Rivley called, “Come in.” He grabbed his sheet and dropped into the wing chair just as the door opened. Annmar walked in carrying a tray. […]
It’s #bookqw and the ‘rain’ shelter piques my hero’s curiosity. More from Chapter 3: Wellspring Collective, Blighted Basin Daeryn Darkcoat’s paws carried his polecat form in a weasel’s rolling leaps along a dirt road. The setting moon, just past half, lit Wellspring Collective’s rows of plants in the sharp grays and blacks of his nocturnal […]
It’s #bookqw and my heroine has ‘broke’ [broken] a barrier. More from Chapter 2: “With the new train, Wellspring Collective is within easy reach of Gapton.” Mr. Fetcher eyed her. “The town still isn’t much compared to the bustle of a Midlands borough”—he swept his free hand toward the flush of morning business along The […]
Big news afoot! I have new covers for The Luminated Threads series! ~ Ingenious Victorian contraptions. Enchanted farmlands. Can a struggling orphan switch gears and run full steam into freedom? England, 1868. Nineteen-year-old Annmar Masterson refuses to be an underpaid pawn in a lecherous businessman’s steam-engine factory. Escaping the boss’s advances by taking an advertising […]
It’s #bookqw and unusual ‘regret’ makes our hero pause. More from a point in the story where our heros can’t eliminate a mysterious pest that is devouring the autumn harvest, and have trouble with renegade hands hired to help them. Read on in Chapter 25: Jac blew out an exasperated puff of air, clearly ready […]
It’s #bookqw and our heroine has good reason to extend her time to ‘mourn’. More from Chapter 1: Annmar had to say no, and say it firmly and businesslike—not ladylike—before her choices were no longer her own. The door to the factory opened, admitting a brief racket and Mr. Shearing. Broad-shouldered and fit, save for […]
It’s #BookQW and ‘tired’ doesn’t dampen her love for this land—or this boy! More from Chapter 7: With Annmar’s arm firmly in Mary Clare’s grip, they crossed the farmyard. In the gathering dusk, the mountain breezes brought a freshness to the evening air, and Annmar breathed it eagerly after days indoors. The farm crops and […]
It’s #BookQW and what a magical word for my ‘steam’punk series! More from Chapter 10: Though she wanted to rub her aching temples, Annmar kept her hands folded in her lap. Mistress Gere worked magic. And what’s more, she was saying Annmar could as well. A shiver ran down Annmar’s spine. Rational thought and every […]