Category: Faerie Blood

H.D._Femme_pleurant_à_la_fin_du_jour2At midnight precisely on November 1st, 2011, I started work on my fifth novel. To my delight, when I finished, I felt like I had the framework of a story worth publishing. Two and a half years later, after working it around to be something I liked better, I gave it to one of my best friends to alpha read and thus began my official journey toward publication.

Since then, there have been some complicating factors on this project that have put far too much pressure on me, and it isn’t something I can allow to continue. Sadly, this means shelving Faerie Blood and the Hidden Bloodlines series. I’ve learned a lot through this project about what I want from my writing, and what I don’t want.

This was a difficult decision to make, but I know it’s the right one for now. In the meantime, I’m not sure what’s going to be happening as far as my solo writing goes. I may spend more time on QoB or I may dive back into my underwater world.

Abigail Erynne and I are still plugging away at our massive dark urban fantasy NA. If you missed it, you can read the two part excerpt and get a glimpse into our co-writing strategy.

(Psst! It doesn’t get really exciting until part 2, so be sure you read both.)

WIPpet Wednesday - Faerie BloodWoohoo! Got the rest of Faerie Blood back from my content editor on Monday. 😀 She had some very serious stuff come up, so there were some very understandable delays. In the meantime, I’ve been missing my characters, so I’m actually looking forward to editing some more. Weird, huh?

To celebrate, I’m giving you another snippet from Faerie Blood for WIPpet Wednesday. Pooooosibly the last for a bit. With the Thing going on, copywritey stuff is more complicated than if I were just going the normal route. I think this sliver of story should be fine to share, though. (If you haven’t heard about the Thing yet, you can read about it here.)

WIPpet Wednesday is hosted by the amazing K.L. Schwengel. To my knowledge, she’s taking a bit of a break, but her stories are fantabulous and you should check them out. 🙂 You can read the WIPpet rules below.

Today’s math is 4o4 words for the 4th month.

Character descriptions (in case you missed them before):

Harsha: petite, light cinnamon skin tone, silky black hair, big brown eyes.

Zeeb: about average height, blond shoulder-blade length dreadlocks, full beard, ice-blue eyes, black dog collar with license tags and silver spikes, lots of light blond body hair

Don: about 7 feet tall, long salt and pepper hair covering all of him, big bushy beard to match, black eyes, wearing shorts

Necessary Context: None necessary.

A cacophony of sawing and hammering filled the outdoors and filtered through the window to pester Harsha while she attempted to read a book. Gauri was busy and Seraph was helping her. Left to herself and unable to focus on her book, Harsha watched Zeeb and Don as they worked on the [thing]. She found it difficult to picture the finished project based on the pieces littering the yard, but the green on blue of forest and sky made a nice background to the rustic picture of men hard at work. Men being a loose term, of course.

About noon, Zeeb took his shirt off to wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck and bent to roll his pants up to his knees, giving Harsha a new reason to find contentment in watching the business. Zeeb sported far too much hair to be attractive, but not so much as to hide the enviable physique of a runner or dancer, with lean, practical muscle and none of the veiny bulges or obvious areas of neglect which plagued body builders. He circled his shoulders as he straightened. The muscles of his back rolled together and apart with the motion, defining and relaxing in slow waves.

Harsha let her eyes sweep over him. Her sense of professionalism jabbed its elbow into her consciousness, but she reasoned it away. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating a well-sculpted body. It’s not like I’m drooling over him or anything. He’s way too hairy for that. Besides, he can’t see me.

“In good shape, ain’t he?”

Harsha jumped at the sound of Don’s voice and realized she missed seeing or hearing him come in. Warmth gathered in her cheeks as all her perfectly good justifications for ogling vanished in a puff of guilty humiliation.

“Wish I could keep up like that. Guy runs marathons for fun.” He pointed to Harsha’s book. “Want me to ask him to put a shirt on so he’s less distractin’?”

“No. That’s alright. I mean, unless you think he should. Because of mosquitoes. Or something.” She picked up her book and tried to concentrate on the words.

“No need to fret yourself, Girly. Zeeb’s no ladies’ man, but somethin’ tells me he doesn’t mind you lookin’ him over.”

The heat in Harsha’s cheeks blazed like an inferno. She pulled the book closer to her face and buried as much of herself between the covers as possible.

It's a book, see? I'm reading a book. That's what I'm doing. Just enjoying my super fascinating book.  Woman Reading by Kuroda Seiki, circa 1890.

It’s a book, see? I’m reading a book. That’s what I’m doing. Just enjoying my super fascinating book.
Woman Reading by Kuroda Seiki, circa 1890.

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WIPpet Wednesday - Faerie Blood First of all: Congratulations to Kate Sparkes on her new release. 🙂 

Second: The Thing has been announced. 🙂 You can see my post about it here.

‘Tis once again WIPpet Wednesday. Thank you, K.L. Schwengel, for hosting. May your words be ever flowing.

This week’s WIPpet comes from the horror-fantasy-maybe short story I mentioned a couple weeks ago. These are Zeeb’s parents, Ralph and Ylva. If you’d like to alpha read, let me know. 🙂

How I’m connecting the WIPpet to the date: It’s April Fool’s and Ralph is clearly a fool for Ylva. (It’s under 300 words.)

Character descriptions:

Ralph: Ice-blue eyes, blond hair, fair skinned, average height, healthy figure. In this story, he’s got a fairly trendy-of-the-late-70’s-early-80’s short haircut and is clean-shaven.

Ylva: Hazel eyes, medium-length auburn hair, not as fair as Ralph, average height, healthy figure.

Necessary context: … Nah. Have fun.

“Ralph Lowell!” She swiped at him, trying to get the keys. “You put those chains back on me or give me the keys so I can do it myself.”

Ralph tossed the keys out the door. Ylva’s chain, with three of her limbs free, gave her enough play to reach them, but he shut the door and stood in front of it. Ylva, far stronger than he, pushed him aside.

Before she reached the keys, he mumbled. “Just like your mother.”

Ylva stopped in her tracks, her fingers a hairbreadth from the keys. “What was that?”

“Oh, nothing.” Ralph folded his arms over his chest and did his best to look suspiciously innocent.

“You said I’m like my mother.”

“Did I? Now why would I say that?” He kept his head turned to the side, but in his peripheral vision he watched her nails grow into claws. Keeping his breathing even and his stance casual took all his concentration.

“I don’t know why you would say it, but I know you said it.”

“Well, you have to admit,” he braced himself for the attack, “you are being kind of controlling.”

“Controlling!” In spite of the gravelly werewolf undertones, Ylva’s voice screeched into the upper ranges. “You call wanting my husband to survive the night controlling?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is controlling a bad word? What would you like me to call you? Analytical? Shrewish? Manipulative?”


He saw her coming, her face more canine than human, from the corner of his eye. He squeezed his eyes tight and waited for the pain.


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