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A Writer's Journey of a Secluded Mind


January 2014

I did it!

Well I did it. I seems like it took me forever, but I finally submitted my book to the publishers for an anthology coming up. I read in a book, it may have been one of Sean Michael’s, how completing the book is kind of like breaking up. While I don’t feel broken up, I feel relieved? Nervous? Well, a whole jumble of different emotions, definitely butterflies.

I have written a few books, but the idea of editing always worried me. I don’t know which is harder pouring my heart out into my books or editing the words down to make the story flow.

Well it is now out of my hands. Either way I cannot wait to see what will happen. On to the next project. Well two of them.

WIP: Ike’s Bear current w/c 500

WIP: Doctor’s First current w/c 1000


ABC’s Ask and Answer -Part 3

Part 2

Part 3

Danen looked at his commander and then Bobby, “Where did Drew go?”

Bobby fidgeted shuffling from foot to foot, looking at the alpha and then Danen.

“Come here.” Danen reached for the young pup, tucking Bobby under his shoulder. “Where is Drew?”

Bobby cuddled into Danen, “He left, he said to tell you. I don’t think I smell like him anymore.” Peering up at Danen, “Do I?”

Danen looked down into the large chocolate eyes staring up at him through thick lashes. “You didn’t get all the smell off. Kinda hard when he owns the place.”

“umm. hmmm.”

They both turned to the alpha, oops. “Who you are smelling is my brother. We should go talk there is a lot that you need to know about him.”

Kip, was rocked back by the news. His subordinates brother? His mate had been this close all of this time? Did the council know? “We’ll talk on the way. We have a last mission to go do before we get our release orders.”

Kip turned leaving Danen and the young pup with anxious eyes to talk as he went to tell the rest of his team they were leaving. His mate’s name was Drew. Was is short for Andrew? He’d have to find out. At least he now had a name to go with the wolf he had met three years ago while on a mission for the council. He would have to call them, but first the mission and all the information he could get from Danen.

ABC’s Ask and Answer -Part 2

Part 1

Part 2

Bobby quickly tilted his head, tongue-tied unable to either look at the Alpha or talk. “I… I…”

Kip raised his hand to touch the lesser-wolf’s neck, “I’m sorry. I need to know where my mate is.”

Bobby shook his head looking for Drew’s brother, who was thankfully coming his way.

“Is there a problem?” Danen asked once he reached  his commander and the pup. Bobby was a good kid and there shouldn’t be any problems. Danen was not prepared for Kip’s piercing green eyes to zero on him and then for the man to start sniffing him.

“Who have you been near?” Kip demanded. Somehow, someway he would get an answer and find his mate. Well, Kip sighed, he’d find out who his mate was. Finding and keeping his mate would have to wait until after this last mission.

Danen looked back taking in Kip’s expression, the only person he’d up close to recently was his brother. Eyes widening he looked at his commander, oh crap!

A week’s review

This was a productive week to an extent that  I am trying to write in between two full-time jobs, my actual job and my being a parent. Maybe that is two and a half full time jobs?

A real quick re-cap of the week…

Well, I have Shoulders and Zippers out to beta readers and my personal editor (love my grandma-twice-removed).  I still need to write the synopsis. (oops)

I have wip at 1500 of 5000.

I have the start of another in pieces. I learned my other wip’s deadline was moved back.

Ask and Answer finally got the first part out. They’ve been yelling at me for a while.

ABC’s… Ask and Answer (part 1)

Captain Kurtrick “Kip” Wolk-son walked into the little bar and diner. The lights were at a level that did not hurt his sight, but allowed him to see through out the room. He saw his team sitting in a corner, backs to the wall watching over the other patrons. They had not noticed him yet, but he knew they soon would. How they would accept the upcoming assignment he didn’t have to ask. How they would accept him in the civilian world, he had yet to ask.

Kip tilted his head, a scent wafting through the perfume of a bar full of shifters, caught his attention. He knew that scent, had smelled it a few years ago. His wolf woke up, raised its head, Mate! Looking around, giving no outward sign he looked the bar patrons over, he did not see who went with that smell, though honestly he would only know the owner in wolf form.

Drew hid in the kitchen, his wolf begging to go back out and roll on the owner of that scent. He had seen Kip before the man had realized he was there and hid in his kitchen. This was his bar and he was hiding. His wolf side said get out there, his human side said “no way in hell”. The man was military. He did not want military leading his pack, how would a macho military Alfa show the lesser wolves and assorted shifters he had allowed on his land compassion? He already had his brother and his team coming back from the military, but they were the enforcers, the protectors. The ones who needed to be military trained. His Alfa needed to be compassionate, put the pack first. Take time out of a busy schedule to put the little ones at ease, how could a trained killer do this?

Drew needed to leave before the man/wolf started looking for him. Turning he saw Bobby, “Tell my brother I had to leave really quick. But make sure you don’t smell like me before you do.”

“Okay boss.” Bobby watched Drew leave and then went to tell his brother. What he hadn’t expected was almost 7 feet of Alpha-male in his face.

“Where is my mate?”

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