Long Over Due Update

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This update is long over due. Not just for my writing, but for me personally as well.

So… my writing “career”… I had started the second book in my Mistletoe, North Pole series. As I got into it, my charterers stopped speaking to me. The more I forced myself to hear them, the more frustrated I became. So I tucked the story away and worked on the Paranormal Operations, Inc story. I had finished it but it needed editing. I’m still working on it. I have 11 or so chapters to do. I’ve noticed as I’ve worked on it, that my writing seemed to improve in the later chapters. I’m using AutoCrit for first round editing and the later chapters have fewer corrections to make (i.e. in story pacing, word use…). Where it was taking me a week to edit one chapter, now I’m doing almost 1 every two days or so. Yeah me! I still need to find a pro editor and a cover artist to complete the book before I can publish. I’m on a shoestring budget for those.

While I’ll probably never be a multi books published a year kind of writer (and to those writers that do… you ROCK!). I would like at least one a year published. I have tons of ideas! One woke me up the other night and I was then up until 4 AM putting ideas for the story on “paper” (really an excel sheet). It’s be a shifter story and I even did a color coded map and names for several packs!

On the personal side, I decide last year to just call myself “retired”. I struggled with looking for a job after the layoff in 2017. I went on interviews but most places were looking for longevity when hiring. Add my age (2-3 years from true retirement) to the fact I was a woman with no degree and the prospects of a job just wasn’t there. So when the unemployment ran out I called it quits. I decide to try my hand at full time writing. Easier said than done, my friends! Being home all day is distracting! I’m kind of back on track now and looking to “officially” retire at the end of this year. Hubby retires in two days, so he’ll be home for a while with me. Might cut back on my writing time some, but he’s worth it! He wants to pick up a part time, consulting gig later this year.

And there you go… all caught up! One thing I want, no need, to do, is keep both my blogs up to date. Good intentions abound in the New Year!




Excerpt – Chapter 20 of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc

I’ve been MIA from this blog and my Author’s blog for a long time. But I haven’t stopped working on my writing. I’ll have to do an update post after this one. But I have been working! Here’s the first part of chapter 20 of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc.  Front and center is the bad guy of the story. Please feel free to comment!


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Slumped in the oversized stuffed chair, Aife O’Hara opened her eyes. and raised her head, eyes struggling to bring the room into focus. Where am I? What happened to me? A painful moan escaped her as she licked bruised and swollen lips. Aife closed her eyes again and tried to move, to raise her hand to touch her lips but it wouldn’t move. Her eyes popped open, and she saw that both hands and ankles were bound wooden chair legs. Panicked, she struggled to free herself as memories of the last few hours filled her mind. A deep chuckle snapped her head up and Aife cringed as she met the gaze of the man leaning against a big desk in front of her.

“Welcome back, Ms. O’Hara,” The man grinned. “I’m sorry for the rather rough treatment of my men before your arrival to my home,” glancing behind her with a slight frown. “I asked Wallace to find me a skilled dowser to assist me in finding a witch.”

William pushed off the desk and walked forward, stopping in front of Aife. She drew back into

the chair as far as her bonds would allow. His eyes, as they held hers, were black and cold. One hand grasped her chin and tilted her head up and his thumb caressed her swollen bottom lip. “I do so hope you can help me.”

“Who… who are you?” Aife stammered. “Where am I?”

“I am William Regan,” He stated, as if he expected her to
know his name. When she didn’t respond, his lips tightened before he continued.
“As I said, you’re in my home in Kilcommon.” He released her chin and stepped back, his eyes roaming over her in the chair.

She was small, maybe five feet in height. William saw the pixie blood that ran in her veins. It showed in her small frame and somewhat pointed ears and eyes that slanted upwards a bit at the corners, but not enough for her to have the gossamer wings of her ancestors. William captured her eyes with his and began a silent chant. His smiled coldly as he watched her eyes grow large and unfocused.

“You will help me find the witch I’m looking for, won’t you, Aife?” His voice was low and hypnotic.

“I… I… can’t.” She said in a soft, sing song voice. William frowned down at her.

“You will.” His spell should have made her totally compliant to his wishes.

“I can’t find witches.” Aife replied with a puzzled frown as she stared up at William standing over her. “I can only find humans and animals.” Her voice trailed off as William released her chin and his lips curled up in a snarl. He glared at the two men standing behind the chair with in fury.

“What the fuck?” he ranted at the two henchmen standing behind the chair. “You were supposed to bring me a witch dowser that could find the witch at the source of that power surge!”

Aife’s head dropped to her chest, her breathing ragged and William returned his attention to her. “Where did you find this little bitch?”
Neither of man responded and he glowered at them. “I asked you both a question,” His words dripped with an icy rage. “And I expect an answer.”

Wallace Flanagan gave his brother, Francis who stood next to him, a furtive glance. Francis didn’t notice, his eyes staring down at his feet. Wallace swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he started to speak.

“Um… well…” Voice shaky, he swallowed again.
“We sent a crew to Donegal looking for a dowser, boss.” William raised one eyebrow and Wallace rushed on. “Me and Francis went to Bundoean and Sligo looking for one.”

“And this is the best any of you could do?” William interrupted with a snarl as he stepped away from the now unconscious girl. The brothers glanced at each other before Francis eventually spoke.

“Her granddad said she was able find anything and anyone,” he muttered. “Said we were lucky to find her.” William waited for his henchman to go on, but nothing was forthcoming.

“And?” he growled the men.

Wallace spoke now, “He said all the other dowsers had left the north.” Francis nodded in agreement. “Said after that surge of magic they made themselves scarce. You know, due to the strange things happening in the area.”

“Yeah,” Wallace chimed in quickly. “But her granddad, he made her stay, said she owed him for rising her after her whore of a mother disappeared a few years ago.”

William walked past the chair to stand just in front of the two men. “And he just let you take her?” His voice deceptively quiet. Both men’s Adam apples bobbed as they swallowed in time with each other.

“Um… we… um… paid him a small sum for the…” Francis stammered.

“You paid for this girl?” William’s nostrils flared and his lips thinned. He had no issues with the buying and selling humans when needed. But to buy this girl without first checking to see if she
could even fill his need for… William was now shaking, close to losing control to his magic. It had been a few days since he had recharged that magic.

“Go.” He ordered the two men, his hands clinched into fists at his sides. “Get out of here before I kill you both.” The two men didn’t need to be told twice. They both turned and headed to the door, slipping out of the room without looking back.