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Writing

Spellbound Jealously

I’ve been going through Spellbound Haze again, trying to work out the kinks, and I’ve found quite a few squee moments. So, I thought I’d start sharing them.

This is fairly early on in the story. Liam is the love interest. Calvin is not. But Liam doesn’t know that. 🙂


Sunday night dinner at the pub was a village institution and the place was packed. Hazel clambered onto a barstool and gazed at the specials board.

“What can I get you?” Calvin came to a stop in front of her. He looked nice in a crisp white shirt, with the pub’s logo on the pocket.

“Chicken schnitzel and a Coke, thanks.” She paid then asked, “Did you think about my offer?”

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“Yes.”

“And?”

Calvin sighed. “I’d like to stay. If you’re sure your parents won’t mind.”

Hazel grinned. Mum would probably have a conniption. Which was why Hazel didn’t plan on telling her.

Calvin wandered over to the kitchen and hung up her order slip.

A hand landed on her shoulder. “Excuse me, ma’am. I believe you’re in my seat.”

Hazel glanced over her shoulder. Liam loomed over her, sending everyone else in the pub into greyscale. She raised her fists. “Fight you for it.”

“No way.” He sat on the stool beside her. “I know you, you’d fight dirty.”

“Damn straight.”

Calvin stepped up in front of them. “What can I get you?”

Liam turned to him, a frown flicking across his features. He gave Calvin a once-over, like he was sizing up a threat.

“This is Calvin,” Hazel said. “Remember, I told you? He’s the one who saved Sean.”

“Hi.” The word rolled off Liam’s tongue like a warning.

Hazel smacked his arm. “What’s up with you? Be nice.” She turned to Calvin. “This is Liam, Sean’s brother.”

Calvin folded his arms across his chest and met Liam’s gaze straight on. “Hi.”

Hazel rolled her eyes. Boys. They’d start thumping their chests in a minute.

Liam stood up. “I need to talk to Mum.”

He headed to the back of the pub and banged through the door into the kitchen. Hazel watched him through the window. He towered over Maggie as he jabbed a finger towards the bar.

“I think I’m about to get fired,” Calvin said.

Maggie caught Liam’s hand and gave him that look that all mothers seem to share. Liam’s shoulders curled. Poor boy. He was getting told off.

“Nope.” Hazel smiled. “You’re good.”

A minute later, Liam sat down beside her, his gaze still firmly fixed on Calvin. Then his arm went around her shoulders, and he pulled her hard against his side. She let out a squeak.

What was he doing? He was acting like a jealous boyfriend. Like he’d believed her joke about wanting to rip Calvin’s clothes off.

A swarm of butterflies danced a musical number around her stomach.

He’s jealous. He likes me.

“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Liam asked.

“Dinner and a movie.” She placed a hand on his broad chest and pushed herself upright, giving herself room to breathe. “You better not ditch me again.”

Liam finally tore his eyes away from Calvin and grinned at her. Dimples appeared in his cheeks and sent the butterflies into an encore. “No way. Sean might, though. I’m not sure he’s up to it.”

Hazel tried to look disappointed. “I guess you’ll have to do.”

Her fingers drifted to the necklace that hung hidden under her shirt. Maybe it was a good-luck charm after all.

Writing

Savage Arguments

For the last month and a half, I’ve been working hard on Savage Dreams. I’m totally stoked because I’ve passed the 50K mark. That means I’m almost there. I can see the end. I’ve added in a few more twists and turns, and hopefully deepened the relationships. I caused a few ripples, of course. And since this is the first book in a trilogy, I’m worried there are more ripples ahead.

But at the moment, the plot is nicely plotted, and the characters develop, and I think I just need to flesh things out a bit. Squee!

So, in honour of this, I’m going to post another wee excerpt. I’m kind of running out of things to post without majorly spoiling everything, but here goes. V is a girl, and she’s dreaming…just roll with it.

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He glared at her. “You—” He flew backwards through the cabin wall. It wasn’t like one of his normal disappearances, where he popped out of existence. This time it was like he’d been pulled by a bungy cord around his waist.

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V flung the door open and rushed outside. He lay in the grass, struggling to get up.

“What happened?” she yelled as she ran towards him.

“Someone’s trying to wake me up.”

“Your brother?”

He scrunched up his face. “It doesn’t feel like him. Oh fu—” He flew back another hundred metres, arms flailing. V ran after him, her legs heavy and slow.

“They’ve found us.” The colour drained from his face, and his eyes grew desperate. “I can’t fight it.”

“It’s okay.” V fell to the ground in front of him, and her anger drained away. “Go. I’ll find you.”

“No! You run. Run as far as you can.”

“I can’t run. They’ll find me too.”

He let out a hiss of pain. “V, I’m sorry. I fudged everything up.”

“Shut up. We can argue about that later.”

His fingers tightened on hers, and he managed a weak smile. “Suddenly being held captive in a secret hospital doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Dick.” V wrapped her fingers around his and squeezed. “Go.”

He brushed his thumb across the back of her hand and disappeared.

V stood and stared over the rolling hills as the wind whipped around her. Relationship drama could wait. There was a government conspiracy to deal with.

No more running. It was time to turn and fight.

 

Writing

Savage Staying Silent

Ooo, so I’ve been thinking a lot about the Savage Trilogy lately. I read through the scenes I’ve got for the 3rd book (R’s book) and had some literal laugh out loud moments. But there was one scene I couldn’t find. I started to panic that I’d written it on a loose piece of paper and lost it.

But I eventually found it. Turns out it was actually a scene from book 2. Sheesh! Anyway, I thought I’d share. Fair warning: it’s a rough draft.

This is a flashback, so if you’ve been playing along at home, it happens before the other excerpts. It’s from H’s point of view. This scene is the aftermath of something, but I don’t want to say because it’s slightly spoilery. (LOL, look at me with delusions of grandeur. Step 1: Finish the damn books. Step 2: ? Step 3: Publish!)

I have to admit, I’m in camp R. He’s totally my fav.

 


 

R punched him. In the face. The shock hurt almost more than his jaw did. R had never punched him before. They’d had the odd scuffle over the years, pushing and shoving and rolling around on the floor.

Which was exactly what they were doing when their dads thundered down the stairs and pulled them apart.

“What’s going on?” Toby asked. When he got no answer he stared at each of them in turn. “H? R?”

R licked his lips, running his tongue over a split that oozed blood, and for a second H thought he was going to tell them.

“Just ground us. We’re not going to tell you,” R said.

H sucked in a breath. They never spoke to their dads like that. No way was R going to get away with it. Plus, their punishments were always worse if they lied about what they did.

“Excuse me?” Toby said.

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R didn’t answer, just kept his eyes on H and his mouth in a tight line.

Nathan let out a low whistle. “All right, R has chosen his course of action. How about you, H? How much trouble do you want to be in?”

Normally he’d choose solidarity with his brother, but R had punched him. Punched him.

“It’s Cheryl.”

Nathan and Toby shared a glance. “You were fighting about your girlfriend?” Nathan said slowly.

“R liked her.” Ha, take that. Both dads turned to R. It was obvious from the look on his face that what H was saying was true. “But I asked her out first.”

“Is that true?” Toby asked. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous any more, H—”

“Whoa, hold on.” Nathan held up a hand. “You had a chance to tell your side and you chose to stay silent.”

“Fine.” R headed for the stairs but Nathan grabbed him. R twisted his arm free, but waited at the bottom of the stairs. He still looked like he wanted to hit something, but he was smart enough not to try anything with their dad.

“You’re both grounded. No cell phones, no internet, no driving.”

“What?” R’s gaze flicked from Nathan to Toby, but there was no help for him there.

H kept his mouth shut.

“H, two weeks. R, four.”

“Four weeks? That’s not fair.”

“That was your choice.”

R managed to swallow whatever he was going to say and stormed up the stairs. Nathan and Toby shared a look that had disappointed written all over it.

“Sorry,” H said and turned for the stairs.

“Make up with your brother, eh?” Nathan said.

H nodded. “I’ll try.”