Showing posts with label Silver James. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Silver James. Show all posts

Friday, February 13, 2015

#ThursThreads - Week 155 - Winners


Week 155 of #ThursThreads had some great tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. It was so nice to see so many of you this week and new folks. Welcome! Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. Great thanks to Lucy Felthouse for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

And be sure to tune in next week because we have our Third Anniversary Celebration! That's right, #ThursThreads turns THREE!! There will be prizes so you should definitely visit the blog next week.

Entries:
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Charley Emma | @lindorfan
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil 
  • Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Nellie Batz | @solimond
  • Josh Peters | @joshbgosh
Lucy says: Thanks so much for asking me to judge—it’s been fun!

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
Lucy says: I found this story intriguing and well-written, and while it leaves lots of questions unanswered, I very much liked the sense of fun thrown in to what sounds like it could be a very serious situation.

Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Lucy says: this was a very poignant and dramatic tale, which made me very interested to know just what had driven these people to such sad extremes.

Kelly Heinen| @Aightball
Lucy says: I really liked the sense of fun in this story—this was a very sexy way of making the characters even!

Week 155 Winner


Lucy says: the writing was super-tight, intriguing, and kept me on the edge of my seat. It really pulled me in, I’d definitely like to know what happens next with these characters and their tough-sounding situation!

Gemma looked so damn lost it almost cracked his stony facade. Luc couldn’t go to her, couldn’t touch her. Club business first, bloody business. Once finished, he’d touch her. Explain. There’d be blood on his hands but hell, his hands had been red his entire life. He lived, his mother died, and his old man never let him forget it. What was the bloodstain of one more life—a guilty one—on his soul?

Luc tilted his head toward the room where the Nightriders held church. Dancer and Tinker dragged the unconscious Hell Dog through the doors. The rest of the brothers followed them. He paused, turned to study Gemma. “Go home, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No.”

He didn’t expect her rebellion. “You need to leave, Gemma.”

“I’m staying.”

Now it was his turn. “No.”

She marched up and poked his chest. “Do you think I’d cut and run? I know what will happen in that room.”

Not that room. Judgment only there. Downstairs, in the basement. They’d execute the asshole there. Church wouldn’t be defiled by enemy blood. “Go home, Gemma.”

Waving a negligent hand at the other women, she snarled at him. “Are you sending them home?” She read his answer in his expression. “If they stay, I stay.”

Fuck. Which is what the Riders would want to do after this night’s work was done. He couldn’t send them away. “Suit yourself. There’ll be blood on my hands when I come.”

“That makes us even.”

Congratulations ELEVEN TIME WINNER Silver, Cate, Bill, and Kelly! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, Tsu.co, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the stories here. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)

Friday, October 3, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 138 - Winners


Week 138 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. Great thanks to Silver James for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:
  • Charlee | @lindorfan
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
  • Even Sultry | @EvenSultry
  • Josh Peters | @joshbgosh
Silver says: I love Thursday Threads! The talent here makes it really hard to pick winners. I truly enjoyed everyone's tale--so much variety and such nice twisty endings. I'd love to give everyone an Honorable Mention because it was REALLY close. But, winners there must be so...

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Silver says: Intriguing story and I love a woman who'd rather face Death than a fancy-dress party. I hope this is part of an on-going WIP because I want to read the whole thing!

Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Silver says: First person present is a hard POV to carry off (and one I'm not all that fond of reading) but the author nailed it plus gave us a character driven story. Nice job!

Week 138 Winner


Silver says: I love a story that leads me one direction and then twists around to become a completely different tale. That's hard to accomplish in 250 words. Well done! Your ending got raised eyebrows and a "No $h*+!!!" And I'm giving you a thumbs up.

“Oh, yeah. Right there.” Audri undulated under Max’s body, giving every indication she was enjoying this as much as he thought she was.

He pinned her wrists above her head, his eyes burning as they stared into hers.”I knew you’d like that,” he whispered, a well-timed thrust prompting her to groan appreciatively.

Until she stopped, breaking his hold on her with a practiced turn and jerk of her wrists and rolling from under him. “Wait. Stop.” She blew out a breath and wiped the back of her hand over her forehead, noting how his gaze followed her motion before traveling down her body. She checked her hair, making sure the braid was intact—she hated to look disheveled. “I can’t… I mean, we can’t…”

“What?” Laughing, he rose fluidly to his feet. “Seriously, Audri? This isn’t your first rodeo.”

Tension thrummed under her skin, but she gave no sign. “No, you’re right, Max. It’s not.”

He trapped her focus, drawing near as his eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.” His one-handed grip was more than suggestive.

Lifting her chin, she drew her braid forward over her shoulder. “I don’t.”

“Well, stab me in the back, why don’t you?” He made a disgusted sound and turned from her, bending to grab his briefs.

Audri slid the wire-thin shiv from her hair and buried it just to the left of his spine. “You asked for it.”

Her debrief to her superiors didn’t mention the sex.

Congratulations Three Time Winner Sandi, Cara, and Kelly! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the stories here. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)

Thursday, October 2, 2014

#ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 138


Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. It's Thursday today so get your flash ready to celebrate and write a #flashfiction thread! Welcome to Week 138 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? You're welcome to join the FB #ThursThreads group where we'll do events and make announcements. Need the rules? Read on.

Here's how it works:
  • The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
  • The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
  • Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
  • Post your story in the comments section of this post
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
  • Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
  • The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time
  • The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.
How it benefits you:
  • You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
  • You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
  • Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 138:

Paranormal romance and romantic suspense author and Newfie mommy, Silver James.


And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

“You asked for it.”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

Friday, August 22, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 132 - Winners


Week 132 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. Great thanks to Harris Channing for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:
  • Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
  • Rafe Brox | @etcet
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Charles W. Jones | @ChuckWesJ
  • Charley Emma | @Charley_001
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Nellie Batz | @solimond
  • Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
  • Even Sultry
  • Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Harris says: First of all, let me say that I really enjoyed everyone’s entry. I read them as they came in and then reread them and as Siobhan knows I struggled with my decision.  SO, I walked away from the computer and then let my mind wander. The stories that came back to me during my meanderings are the ones I chose. Thanks to everyone for allowing me the pleasure of reading your work. Keep writing.

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
Harris says: He set a mood immediately. The darkness of the storyline and the female character’s fears were well conveyed.

Even Sultry
Harris says: Even did a great job of description. He drew me in with his bored, jaded empress.

Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
Harris says: Sandi gets an honorable mention for the style of her writing and her gotcha ending. Yeah, I know…I didn’t see it coming!

Week 132 Winner


Harris says: Her snippet showed her characters personalities right away. The attraction, the tension and the excitement were all there. The writing was smooth and entertaining.

Something feral flashed in the depths of his eyes. She refused to be intimidated, stepping closer, crowding him and jutting her face to his.

“Take it back.” She issued the demand through gritted teeth.

“No.”

She’d anticipated this would be his response. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.” Good god, did his nostrils flare? Was he…sniffing her?

“I speak the truth. You want me.”

“Do not.” Blood laced with adrenaline surged through her body. Fight or flight instincts roared to life. The corner of his mouth quirked into a smirk she wanted to slap off his face.

His arm snaked around her waist and pulled until she was pressed against his body. All of his body, including the erection jabbing against her stomach. Heat followed that adrenaline rush but she refused to look away.

“You are mine. Don’t fight me.”

What the hell? “This is the twenty-first century. I’m not yours.”

“You will be.”

She inhaled sharply and her aching breasts collided with his bare chest. His hips rolled and she wanted to match the motion. She stopped her reaction in the nick of time. “Let me go.”

“Never.”

“Neanderthal.”

“No. Wolf.”

Her heart skipped a couple of beats and she could almost feel her eyes dilate. The fight drained away as the instinct to run took over. She kneed him, escaping into the underbrush.

“Run. But know you’ll never be free.”

He was right. He’d hunt her to the ends of the earth..

Congratulations NINE TIME WINNER Silver, Charles, Even, and Sandi! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the stories here. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)

Friday, June 13, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 123 - Winners


Week 123 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. It was also wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Clary Carey for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Rebecca Kovar | @RRKovar
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Theresa Breaux | @theresabreaux
  • Charley Descoteaux | @CharleyDescote
  • Kayla West | @bookwormattack
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
  • Josh Peters | @joshbgosh
  • Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
  • Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
  • Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
  • Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon
  • Lizzie Bella | @chatmor

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Sheilagh Lee | @SweetShiel
Clary says: I'm intrigued by the Hutton House and the story behind it. I'm really into the paranormal (which can be blamed on a number of homes with haunts...). I want to know why the house was essentially a dusty time capsule. I was left with a number of questions I want answers to...

Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
Clary says: I was left just royally curious as to what really went down between Becca and Drew, as well as how it would all pan out. What would happen with Becca's relationship with the bride? What about Drew? So many questions left unanswered....give me more.

Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Clarys says: "Yet we're so screwed we're gonna need a DeWalt to get us out of this." That line had me rolling. The picture of the character just standing there with a Dewalt in one hand and the other on the hip came to mind. It's like I could see the character then say "Come hell or high water, we're getting out of this some way, some how, no matter how screwed we are." I can't wait to see where this WIP goes.

M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Clary says: Reading through this one, I could just imagine myself as Cassia. I some times have two left feet and I'm pretty sure that if I was in that situation, the same thing would happen to me. I could see it all playing out in front of me as I read it, chuckling at what I felt was snark at the end. Snark is good.

Week 123 Winner


Clary says: I felt like I was fly on the wall during this "drinking game." I laughed at the banter back and forth between Cord and Jolie but my heart broke as Jolie let out the emotions from her draining day. But I was left asking a lot of questions. Why did she not tell him about CJ? Why did Cord let her go? I was mess of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. I want more.

Doing Jell-o shots came under the heading “Very Bad Idea.” The fact Cord was matching Jolie shot for shot with tequila qualified him as a finalist for Dumbass of the Year. When he’d picked her up after work, she’d been in a mood so here they sat at the bar waiting for their table before he could shovel some food into her. Preferably food with lots of carbs to absorb the alcohol.

“Drinking game.”

Cord attempted to follow her non sequitur. “Drinking game?”

“Yes. Let’s play.” She tossed off another shot. “Things you wish you hadn’t done.”

This couldn’t end well. “Jolie, you need to eat.”

“I’ll start. Going to nursing school.” She banged her glass to get the bartender’s attention. “Your turn.”

Leaving you. But he couldn’t admit that out loud. “Suggesting we get a drink first.”

“Oh, pooh. Doesn’t count. Thiss issh serioush.” She gulped her shot, wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “I killded a kid.”

And there was the source of her behavior. “Jolie—”

“Don’t Jolie me. A little girl died in the ER today. We couldn’t save her.”

“That’s a whole lot different from you—”

“I couldn’t save her, Cord.” Tears leaked down her cheeks.

“C’mon, sunshine. Let’s go home.” He tossed money on the bar and urged her to stand.

“Noth telling you.” Diamond-glazed eyes stared up at him. “My biggesth regreth. Noth telling you about CJ.”

“Mine’s walking away from you.” There. It was said. Truth at last.

Congratulations EIGHT TIME WINNER Silver, Sheilagh, Sandi, and M.T.! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the stories here. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)

Friday, May 23, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 120 - Winners


Week 120 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. It was also wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Silver James for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Jessica West | @West1Jess
  • L.T. Dalin | @ChessnySilth
  • Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
  • Anastasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky
  • Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
  • Josh Peters | @joshbgosh
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Silver says: Everyone who submitted this week should be very proud of your work. It was my honor to be your judge. Well done to all you!

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
Silver says: Story through prose with a very "Gravity" feel to it. Lovely stuff. I reread it several times just to enjoy it again.

Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
Silver says: Wonderfully written scene that captured the characters' personality and relationship in so few words. You've got me all curious about them now.

L.T. Dalin | @ChessnySilth
Silvers says: I do love an alpha male with 'tude and a girl who takes no guff from him. Well written, fun, and I like to know the back story and what happens to them.

Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
Silver says: Whoa! Hot stuff here but the writing beautifully illustrated the scene through sound cues, texture, and the tension in the POV character.

Week 120 Winner


Silver says: Cara's entry was well-written, flawless, and even as I was going "awwwww", I was laughing. There's nothing better than being entertained on multiple levels. Plus, I admit to a certain fondness for "smartaft" AI. I definitely want to read this one because I have the feeling Captain Sinjun Levy might be a new book boyfriend.

I lifted my eyes to the sky where the first stars twinkled in the deepening indigo. I missed the black, something I’d never thought possible. I curled my toes into the tilled dirt beneath me even as my soul reached.

“I need some space.” Wide open possibilities. Weightless. Limitless. “Know what I mean?”

I turned to Levy, who gave me his back as he walked away, his carriage stiff.

“Sinjun, where are you going?”

The pirate half turned, enough for me to make out a bitter smile.

“To give you space, love.”

“I meant—” The door banged shut behind him. “Outer space.” I kicked the ground. “You know. Stars, travel, flying.” Explaining myself to myself lacked a certain satisfaction. “Idiot.”

I was pretty sure I meant him.

|He could have given you a chance to finish.| Ursula tutted in my shiplink. |Men are so melodramatic.|

“And ships are nosy.”

The AI trilled in response.

|How else am I to learn about my new crew?|

“I don’t know, Ursula.” Hell, I couldn’t manage to learn about one person in the galaxy. And he liked me well enough to kiss me. “Conversation is usually a good place to start.”

She made a rumbling, snorting sound.

|Yes, of course. Because that tactic is working so well for you and Captain Levy, yes?|

“Great. My ship is a smart ass.”

|Technically, I have no ass. I suppose my stern—oh—aft!| Ursula’s vocals distorted. |I am a smart aft.|

“Laugh it up, rustbucket.”

Congratulations TWELVE TIME WINNER Cara, Anna, Cate, L.T., and Louisa! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the stories here. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)

Thursday, May 22, 2014

#ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 120


Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. It's Thursday today, so get your flash ready. Writing a #flashfiction thread! Welcome to Week 120 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. One new thing: We now start at 7 am MOUNTAIN TIME. Want to keep up each week? You're welcome to join the FB #ThursThreads group where we'll do events and make announcements. Need the rules? Read on.

Here's how it works:
  • The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
  • The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
  • Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
  • Post your story in the comments section of this post
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
  • Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
  • The challenge is open 7 AM to 7 PM Mountain Time
  • The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.
How it benefits you:
  • You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
  • You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
  • Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 120:

Forensic photographer, "Newfie" owner, and paranormal romantic suspense author, Silver James.

 

And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
 
The Prompt:

“I need some space.”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

Friday, May 2, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 118 - Winners

 

Week 118 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. It was also wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Mardi Maxwell for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Wendy Strain | @WendyStrain
  • Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
  • Warren C. Bennett | @warrencbennett
  • Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
  • Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Mardi says: This was really hard to do. All of the entries were interesting.

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Mardi says: This entry was intriguing and it left me wondering what the two characters would do in the morning and what was going on.

Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Mardi says: this one pulled me into the scene as if I was standing in the kitchen watching and listening to it take place.

Wendy Strain | @WendyStrain
Mardi says: This entry left me wondering if the character Sue was a serial killer and what she was going to do about the nosy neighbor Marjorie.

Week 118 Winner

 
Mardi says: Silver James’ entry was the most intriguing. It left me wanting to know what happened next. Also, in 250 words she managed to give me a good idea of the two characters personalities and how they were connected to each other and what situation they were in.

The stench burned Meloni Karras’s nose. She wasn’t about to breathe through her mouth because she didn’t want that oily taste saturating her tongue. There wasn’t enough tequila in the world to kill that taste.

“What’s that smell?” She inhaled shallowly through the impromptu mask of her hand pressed over the lower half of her face.

“Scorched goblin.”

“No really, what is it?”

“Scorched goblin. Really.”

She glared at the very sexy man standing beside her. Nikos Constantine would make any woman’s motor hit the RPM redline. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

“Miss—”

“Doctor,” she corrected.

“Doctor Karras, I assure you will know when I am joking.”

Mr. Macho, Muscled, and Mental ducked into a smaller tunnel. Mel had to follow. She would have serious words with the director when she got back to the CDC. She didn’t do field work. And she damn sure didn’t do it with hot-as-hades dragon enforcers.

“You think too hard, Doctor.”

Now the guy was a freaking mind reader? He chuckled and the sound washed over her like melted chocolate. Oh, now there was a thought—her dipped in chocolate and him licking her like a Tootsie-Pop.

“That can be arranged, Meloni.”

His gravelly voice rubbed her the right way, all the way to her toes.
“Stop.”

He did. And she plowed into his back, her arms circling his waist in self-defense.

“When I start, you will beg me never to stop.”

Now there was a promise she’d make him keep.

Congratulations SEVEN TIME WINNER Silver, Hunter, and Wendy! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the stories here. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)
 

Friday, January 10, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 103 - Winners


Week 103 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales and a great turnout. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write. And it was wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Lissa Matthews for judging this week. :)

Entries:
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Jeff Hollar | @Klingorengi
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Anastasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • KB Gardener | @KBGardener
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir 
  • Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
  • Kate Lipnitskaya | @gorgeous_jaan
  • Nellie Batz | @solimond
  • Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
  • John Kirk | @KirkProductions
  • Jeremy Milburn
  • Jeff Xilon | @JXilon
Lissa says: These were fun to read. Thank you for letting me take part.

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Jeff Hollar | @Klingorengi
Lissa says: The sheer heart break. It was well written but could've been tighter and I'd have liked to 'see' the couple a little more completely. Overall, though... gut-wrenching.

KB Gardener | @KBGardener
I felt and saw her despair. Because of that I could overlook the spelling and grammar issues. I loved the feeling, the emotion.

Jeff Xilon | @JXilon
Lissa says: He simply made me want to know more, read more. He made me want to know what happened before, what led to that moment of exile.

Week 103 Winner



Lissa says: I could see them, feel them. I was right there with them and she told a full story within a full story. In a short flash like this challenge, that's what I look for. And she made me want more.

Caleb gripped Adele’s biceps and gave her a gentle shake. “Stop this. You need to focus.”

“I can’t do this. I just can’t.” Tears sparkled on her eyelashes, catching light from the full moon.

“You can and you will. We weren’t given a choice when we bailed from the plane.” He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her shaking body, absorbing her fear through his very pores. “We do this or die, Adele.”

She sniffled, brushing her face across his shirt.

“Great. Use me as a snot rag next time.”

She hiccupped. That was a good sign. He rubbed her back, passing his warmth to her. The desert night would turn frigid before dawn. He had to get her sheltered. And that meant facing her fears.

“It’s too dark. Too small.”

“I can see in the dark.”

She tilted her head to sneak a peek under his arm. “What about snakes?”

“It’s January, Adele. They’re hibernating.”

“What about coyotes? Or wolves?”

He swallowed his laughter, biting his lips in case she glanced up and caught his smile. He was the biggest wolf in the neighborhood.

“Ghosts.”

Caleb blinked at that. “Ghosts?”

“Yeah. Old, abandoned mine? There must be ghosts. Or demons.”

“Didn’t I mention I was a ghost hunter in a previous life?”

She laughed. Another step in the right direction. Demons, though? He wished Roman was there. Gargoyles hunted demons. He sniffed the air. No sulfur.

“Congress is in session. All the demons are in Washington.” He hoped.

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Friday, December 27, 2013

#ThursThreads - Week 101 - Winners


Week 101 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write. And it was wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to George Varhalmi for judging this week. :)

Entries:
  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Cie Cheesemeister | @UndeadNether
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Charlee S | @Charley_001

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Charlee S | @Charley_001
George says: Waiting up for the magic to happen, can’t say I didn’t do that. Ha, who am I kidding, I did that too. Captured the passion of trying to stay up only to fall asleep yet have the wonder to try again next year.

Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan
George says: Fun story, haunting and creepy all rolled into great scene. Feel for his final decision and her sacrifice. He will be haunted for some time with her screams.

Week 101 Winner




George says: Great story, felt his pain and regret for being injured. Regret because he couldn’t do the task without her assistance as he knew the doc was going to be scarred because she was the witness to the kill. 

“You can do this.” Duke felt her shift as her hair tickled his nose. She smelled of dust, sweat, and a sweet musk that tightened parts of his body he needed to ignore. Cory Prince was off limits. She was simply a tool—one he must utilize to fulfill his mission.

“They’ll be moving?”

“Yeah.” A delicate shudder followed his reply, and he felt it in his core. He didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to use her. But he didn’t have a choice. At least, that’s what he told himself. He’d been blinded in the explosion. And a blind sniper couldn’t take out the target. He wouldn’t get another chance. Cory would have to sight-in the scope. And pull the trigger. Duke refused to consider what this would do to the doctor’s psyche.

Cory stiffened. “There’s movement.”

“Ignore that. Focus on the vehicle. They’ll put him in the back. Find your mark, wait for the target to enter the cross-hairs.” He touched her shoulder and pretended her flinch didn’t bother him.

“What if I miss the shot?”

“Only time for one, princess. Just like we practiced.”

She swallowed a whimper but he recognized her distress. She tensed, inhaled, exhaled. Her finger twitched on the trigger. With the practice of a hundred kills, he slid his finger through the guard and pulled. The rifle bucked. “Confirm!”

“Target down.” Her voice broke, and shattered his heart.

“We gotta go.” No time for tears. Later. She could cry later.

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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

5 Questions of a Paranormal and Romantic Suspense Author: Silver James


Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked. Today I have the honor of hosting paranormal romantic suspense author Silver James (who’s one of my all time favorites, btw) with a new release, Christmas Moon. I finally met Silver at Hot Mojave Knights 2013 and she is even cooler in person than she is online. Hoorah! She is also graciously offering an excerpt to everyone, and a copy of her ebook to one lucky commenter.

Welcome, Silver. Thank you for being with me today. *Squeee!* Okay, fangirl moment done. :D

What started you on the path to becoming a paranormal romance author after being a first responder?

What’s that old adage? Write what you know? I was a writer long before I became a first responder and I’ve been a fan of paranormal romance since I first discovered the genre. It just made sense to combine the two and add in my experiences as an officer’s wife when my husband was in the army. As a result, all my main characters seem to be involved either in the military or public service in some form or another.

Congratulations on your recent release on Christmas Moon. Introduce us to the main characters and premise of your story for those who haven’t read the series.

This is tough to answer because all the wolves are in this story. I suppose Mac and Hannah, the hero and heroine of the first book in the series—BLOOD MOON—lead the way in CHRISTMAS MOON. The Wolves were part of a Special Operations unit in the army. Due to circumstances and on account of because, the unit was disbanded and subsequently brought back together. There’s a civilian corporation wanting to exploit their “unique” genetic structure and we all know no good will come of that! LOL Hannah was an army major sent on an assignment with the Wolves and during the course of it, she and Mac discovered they were mates. The premise for this particular story is that the Wolves are now outlaws, which is tough with wives and kids involved, it’s almost Christmas, and they owe a debt of honor to the family of a deceased comrade.

Did anything in particular inspire this story?

Actually, it was the fans of the series. Lots of readers were “poking” me about when the next book would be out and even though I was in the middle of launching a new urban fantasy series, I decided to write a Christmas story for them. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen for sure but when Liam (Mac and Hannah’s preteen son) reminded me that his first change was about to happen and he really wanted his dad to be there to help, the plot just fell into place.

I love your blending of werewolves and military. What are the Wolves’ origins and how did they get involved in the military?

According to their backstory, the Wolves have been around and serving in the military since the Declaration of Independence, basically. Several of them rode with Francis Marion, the Swamp Fox. Nakai, one of the Wolves in the first three books, was a Navajo Code Talker. In my werewolf mythos, the wolf DNA traces back to two roots—either Celtic or Indian (Native American). As a result, my wolves tend to be of Scot/Irish descent or like Michael Lightfoot and Jacob Nakai, Indian. These two “ancestry” groups tend to have a strong sense of military duty in real life. In the series, the military has always had a need for the type of missions they go on, though the true nature of their unique abilities is a state secret. Or was until Black Root Corporation got involved. Cue the dramatic music here…

Uh-oh...What other projects are on the horizon for you that we’re likely to see?

Where to start? LOL There’s at least one wolf who hasn’t met his mate yet so Antoine’s story is still to be told. Look for BLUE MOON next spring. I also plan on producing full novels that detail more of the backstory and some of the things that happen between each of the novellas. The first, MOONSTRUCK: SECRETS AND LIES will encompass the first three stories—BLOOD MOON, BAD MOON, and HUNTER’S MOON. The second, MOONSTRUCK: BETRAYAL, covers the next three books, WOLF MOON, BRIDE’S MOON, and ROGUE MOON. They’ll be available in digital and print formats next spring as well.

Additionally, I’ve launched my new urban fantasy series, The Penumbra Papers, with the prequel novella, THAT OL’ BLACK MAGIC, and the first book in the series, SEASON OF THE WITCH. I’m at work on the second book, THE DEVIL’S CUT and it will be available in 2014.

Thank you for joining me today, Silver, and we look forward to all your upcoming releases. Definitely!

If you’d like a copy of Christmas Moon, you can find it at:

If you’d like to read the rest of the Moonstruck series, you can find them here:

The easy way is to just go to the Moonstruck page at my website. All the books with buy links are listed here: http://silverjames.com/excerpts/

You can find Silver at:
Twitter: @SilverJames_
And finally, Google +

Silver has graciously offered a copy of Christmas Moon (Kindle or PDF) plus a copy of the winner's choice of one other Moonstruck book (they're all good - you can't pick wrong- in Kindle or PDF format) to a lucky commenter who tells us: Pick your favorite "Wolf gene pool." (Hint: their DNA is dicussed in one of her answers.)

Please leave a valid email or twitter handle in your comment to be included in the drawing. The giveaway is open internationally to anyone 18 years or older. Please void where prohibited. The giveaway will go until 8:59 pm Pacific US Time Thursday, Dec. 5 2013, and the winner will be announced on the blog on Friday, Dec. 6 2013.

EXCERPT of CHRISTMAS MOON:

Liam stood in the door of the RV, so angry his whole body vibrated. “We won’t have a Christmas? Mom, you promised!” He whirled and was gone before his parents could react.

“Aw, crap. I’m sorry.” Sean’s expression turned hang dog. “I didn’t realize he was standing there.”

By the time Mac got to the door, with Hannah close on his heels, Liam was already ducking into the woods at the edge of the campsite. Cody stood frozen in place, his eyes wide and scared, as he squeezed Micah’s hand to keep the little boy from crying. He turned to the adults.

“No Christmas?” His voice quivered as his bottom lip trembled.

Micah let out a wail, which brought his parents barreling through Hannah and Mac. Sean and Annie followed close behind.

“What the hell? What did you promise, Hannah?” Mac’s lips pressed into a tight line.

She scrubbed her hands through her hair. “He was worried about Christmas, Mac.”

“And?”

Hannah’s fingers curled against her palms as she fought down her temper. “And, while the holiday has tended to be a little loose for us because of our jobs, this year, he decided it was important.”

“So you promised him?” Exasperated, Mac turned away to hunt his son. He paused when Hannah’s hand grabbed his biceps.

“No. I promised him I would try. There is a difference, Mac.”

“Mommy, does that mean Santa won’t find us?” Cody stared up at Annie, his gaze darting between her and Sean.

Annie looked helpless and Sean wanted to kick himself for ever opening his mouth. “Charlie foxtrot,” he muttered. “It’ll be okay, little man.”

Liz cradled Micah in her arms and leaned against Michael. “I know you have to do this, but yeah, I sort of feel the same way.”

Picking up a rock, Hannah hurled it against the nearest tree. She muttered curse words, aware of big eyes watching her every move. After counting to a hundred, for the second time, she inhaled deeply, held her breath then exhaled in one long gust. Turning to face the crowd now gathered outside the RV, she slid into her role of commanding officer like a chameleon changing colors.

“It will be okay, Cody. Santa is full of magic and he knows where all the good little boys and girls are sleeping on Christmas Eve. At the rate Liam is going, he’s liable to get coal and switches in his stocking.”

Cody’s eyes widened so much Hannah could see the whites all the way around his pupils.

She closed her eyes briefly then opened them and tried again. “Santa will find us no matter where we are, Cody. And there will be a tree and presents and Christmas dinner.”

“You bet, Cody.” Jacey stepped over to side with Hannah. “I’ll make cinnamon rolls for breakfast and we’ll figure out turkey and dressing and all the trimmings.”

“Olives? I like olives.”

Annie rubbed her son’s shoulder. “Absolutely olives, Cody. The pitted kind and I won’t even fuss if you eat them off the tips of your fingers.”

Thank you for stopping by, good luck in the giveaway, and happy reading! :)

Friday, November 15, 2013

#ThursThreads - Week 96 - Winners


Week 96 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write. And it was wonderful to have some new faces. Welcome! Great thanks to Alicia White for judging this week. :)

Entries:
  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Doris O'Connor | @mamaD8
  • Lila Shaw | @Lila_Shaw
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir 
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
  • Stacy Bennett-Hoyt | @Rowanwolf66
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Doris O'Connor | @mamaD8
Alicia says: "At your service, ma'am." That line made me grin and let my mind wonder. :)

Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Alicia says: This story left me curious. I'm going to read the book. I have to know what happens next.

Lila Shaw | @Lila_Shaw
Alicia says: The ending was really cute.
 
Week 96 Winner



Alicia says: I have to say that the story was touching and emotional. In only 250 words, I was pulled in and now I want to read more. Where can I read Ariel's book?

He stared into her dulled eyes, red-rimmed and rheumy with age. Her gnarled fingers plucked at the softly woven blanket covering legs bent and twisted by the years of her lifetime. With a hand shaking with gentleness, he smoothed listless gray locks from her face.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Her eyes lifted to his and for an instant, he saw the lively, funny girl who’d once lived inside her. Then she blinked, and the girl he’d once loved was replaced by the old woman with no memory of their time together.

His heart hurt, as if such a thing was even possible for someone like him.

“Ready?” She formed the word with great concentration.

“It’s time to go.”

Hands fluttering like nervous birds, she gestured around the small room in the nursing home. “Don’t understand…” Her frail voice whispered like snowflakes drifting on the wind.

“It’s moving day.”

“Oh.”

Just as he picked her up and settled her easily in his arms, a nurse appeared in the doorway.

“What are you doing? Who are you? Put her down! I’m calling security!”

He ignored the woman’s tirade. Gold sparkles swirled around them. “Close your eyes.” Moments later, they appeared in the Summerlands, met by the Goddess and his Queen.

“Where am I?”

“Your forever home, love. As I promised.”

Titania’s lip curled into a disdainful smile. “This is why fae don’t fall in love with humans, Ariel. They die too soon.”

And took a piece of his heart each time.

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Monday, September 16, 2013

New Release, Guest Post, and Giveaway from Silver James

First, thanks to Siobhan for asking me to guest post today. When thinking of something to write about, I realized it’s already September. This is important because September 22 marks the autumn equinox. The day is variously called Harvest home, Mabon, the Feast of the Ingathering, Meán Fómhair, or Alban Elfed. It’s the first day of Autumn, my favorite season of the year! But what exactly is the equinox, scientifically speaking?

The equinox occurs twice a year, in March and September. The plane of the Earth's equator passes the center of the Sun. When this occurs, the Earth's axis is tilted neither away from nor towards the Sun. The name "equinox" is derived from the Latin aequus (equal) and nox (night), because around the equinox, night and day are about equal length.

The autumn equinox is a mysterious time of balance between day and night. From this date, until the spring equinox, days grow shorter and nights longer. In ancient times, it meant time to gather the harvest and to prepare for winter. People gave thanks for the bounty of summer, for the gifts of meat, cheese, furs, cloth—all the things needed to survive during the dark times to come. Today, most people don’t even mark the passing, other than to note it’s the first day of fall.

Me? While I’m not an active practitioner of Wicca, the old ways and gods fascinate me. As such, they often play roles in my writing. This is especially true with my new Urban Fantasy series, The Penumbra Papers. I’m often asked what a penumbra is. And here I get technical again. LOL Penumbra: Etymology: New Latin, from Latin paene (almost) + umbra (shadow). Yeah, I copied that from the dictionary to be all cool and stuff. *wink* The important thing is that light and dark fascinate me—whether physically in the change of seasons or emotionally in looking at good and evil within my characters.

In the northern hemisphere, the sun enters the astrological sign of Libra, which is the sign of the scales and of balance, at the autumn equinox. The glyph for Libra represents the sun setting/rising, expressing the balance between night and day. And I discovered something while putting this post together. Sade Marquis, my main character, is a Libra. She is a balance of light and dark, of human and magic, so it’s very appropriate that her astrological sign is the scales of justice.

I’d like to share a snippet from the newly released novella, THAT OL’ BLACK MAGIC. The novella offers  a look at the world of Penumbra, where a human FBI agent deals with all the things that go bump in the night.

SNIPPET

THIS was only Day One of what was shaping up to be a bloody weird week and the gods had been drinking again. Too bad Sade Marquis didn’t have that option. She was on duty. Dammit. Not to mention it was only ten in the morning. However, if things got any stranger, she might change her mind.

She occupied the one booth that gave her a broad view of the whole place. Déjà Vu. All over again. Back in the early days, right after graduating from the FBI Academy, the New Orleans Field Office had been her first assignment. She’d leased an apartment upstairs from the Déjà Vu. The bar-restaurant combo became a second home. Open twenty-four/seven, she could eat no matter the time of day.

Jax Martine—or as she liked to think of him “a Jax of all trades”—sailed by her table and two glasses of ice water appeared in his wake. He was human, but Sade would bet dollars to donuts there was a witch in his family tree. She glanced at her watch and wondered if she could squeeze in a late breakfast. She was meeting her partner, who had no concept of time. Werewolves were like that.

Catching Jax’s attention, Sade wiggled her fingers through a complicated series of gestures. A plate with eggs, bacon, and French toast—real French toast made from thick-cut slices of crusty French bread—appeared a few minutes later, along with two more glasses of ice water to replace the ones she’d drained.

She was on her third cup of post-breakfast coffee when two girls sitting at the bar stirred. Their attention swiveled to the front door, eyes on the prime specimen of fae male swaggering into the shadowed space. Back-lit by a sunshine nimbus, Ariel made quite an entrance. Sade looked to heaven for a reprieve that didn’t come. Her day just kept getting better and better.

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If you are interested in learning more about Penumbra, visit my WEBSITE. And you can buy THAT OL’ BLACK MAGIC at:


To celebrate the Autumn Equinox, I’ll give away a free download of THAT OL’ BLACK MAGIC to a random commenter, in the format of the winner’s choice. Just answer this question: What’s your favorite season? And be sure to leave your email address or some way Siobhan and I can get in touch with you if you win!

Happy Autumn!


BIO:    Silver James likes to take walks on the dark side and coffee. Okay. She loves coffee. LOTS of coffee. Warning: Her Muse, Iffy, runs with scissors and can be quite dangerous. She’s the author of the best-selling Moonstruck series and new urban fantasy series, The Penumbra Papers. She's been a military officer's wife, mother, state appellate court marshal, airport rescue firefighter and forensic fire photographer, crime analyst, technical crime scene investigator, and writer of magic and mystery. Now retired from the “real world,” she lives in Oklahoma and spends her days at the computer with two Newfoundland dogs, the cat who rules them all, and myriad characters all clamoring for attention. She writes dark paranormal thrillers, time travel romance, and light contemporary with a kiss of suspense. To find out more about Silver, visit her at www.silverjames.com, email her at silverjames@swbell.net, or follow her infrequent tweets at @SilverJames_.