Poor Mr. Toussaint. I’ve made he wait much to long for sharing the remainder of Avery’s interview with him. I had the chance to travel so I jumped at it, and everything else fell to the proverbial back burner.
My now is my chance to atone for neglecting that oh so charming yet frustrating vampire. I hope you enjoy it!
Avery and Char…a battle of wits?
“This one is kind of personal,” I chew on end of my pen, unexpectedly nervous about his answer. “Are you married? Do you have a girl friend or boyfriend or are relationships not part of vampire society?”
He arches his brows at me, and for a moment he twirls the stem of the wine glass in his long fingers. “Of course we can have relationships, should we choose to do so. I choose not to do so. No, I am not married. I’m happy just as I am.”
“You know I have to ask a follow-up to that, right? I mean that door is wide open.” I try my own version of a sweet smile, but somehow it doesn’t make an impression on him. Go figure.
Oh, note to self: remember to ask him about that cross. Note added, I meet his eyes. “So, care to share about your non-relationship status?”
He doesn’t speak for what feels like an eternity. Oh crap, have I offended him? And then he releases what sounds like a long sigh, or else I’m just being melodramatic.
Avery is on a roll! Anson and Indy are back for the next installment in their story. Remember, this is flash fiction so the story is limited in length—500 to 1000 words.
Please Note: this post may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18. Parts could be considered NSFW. You’ve been warned!
Also, be sure to check out the stories from the other Wednesday Briefers. The links are below.
Quiet. No more moaning. No more sucking sounds. Normally, Anson wasn’t all about cock blocking—but in this case, it needed to be done. There was a part of him that wondered…who was pitching and who was catching?
The client’s son wasn’t a large man, but he was cut—the private gym on the client’s estate was obviously the son’s domain. The information gleaned from their client indicated the son would come willingly. He would likely have some choice words for Anson and Indy, but he wouldn’t put up a fight. His boyfriend, on the other hand, would be the one to watch.
Frantic whispers reached his ears, the words indistinguishable. Anson imagined them scrambling to the far side of the tent while deciding what to do.
Then, once again, silence reigned. Apparently the lovers decided to make like they were invisible. The whole nothing-to-see-here routine. Too bad that wasn’t going to work. Anson and Indy would never fall for such a lame ploy.
Glancing at Indy, he noted his partner’s frown. Indy raised his hands in a what-the-hell motion. He wasn’t used to his plans not working immediately. Anson wished the occupants would make a mad dash for the safety of their vehicle, not cower behind the thin nylon wall. He shrugged in response to Indy. They’d have to wait and see what happened. Patience wasn’t an issue for Anson. While he didn’t want to wait all day all snag his target, he could do it if he had to.
So last time, we got all the nitty-gritty writing and journaling details out of Cynthia Dawn Griffin. This time, however, we are going to get some inside scoop on Dawn and her likes and dislikes.
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Mornings? Boo! Not a morning person! I often don’t roll out of bed before 10 am. I’ve always preferred the night, and many times stay up late at night reading.
I have to pick just one? Yikes. I have many such as Christopher Moore, J.K. Rowling, and James S.A. Corey for fiction. And Don Miguel Ruiz for nonfiction. (I’m with you–too many good authors out there to name just one!)
If you could take a trip anywhere in the world, where would you pick and what would you do there?
See I wouldn’t go just one place. I want to see the entire world. But if I could pick the highlights… I want to see the art in Italy and the lay on the beaches of Tahiti.
What TV show did you religiously watch as a kid?
My parents were strict about what we could and could not watch as kids, so I was stuck with certain shows like Little House on the Prairie and The Andy Griffith Show. But little did they know, I liked to sneak a tape in the VCR and record episodes of JAG to watch later when they weren’t home (because for some reason they thought JAG wasn’t appropriate for kids to watch… lol).
After I noticed she made major changes,I had a bunch of questions for her! Lucky for you (and me) she was more than willing to give me some answers. I decided I would share them with you.
I hope you enjoy my interview with Dawn!
I noticed the website has a new look and feel to it. What prompted the change?
I’ve been interested in growing and expanding my site in what I offer and the message I’m trying to put out there. So far it’s all been about writing, and I did start a Speak Your Truth series last year, because I felt the need to switch gears for a while to go deeper and have more meaningful content. Now I want to combine the two worlds. My blog will still be about writing, but I also want for it to be about personal empowerment.
I have been on a journey the last few years to improve and increase my personal empowerment, and I want to help others do the same. I plan to do this through online classes, continue with Speak Your Truth series, as well as become a motivator to help people to become the best versions of themselves.Continue reading “An Interview with Cynthia Dawn Griffin”
It’s time for another edition of Wednesday Briefs. Yay! Are you ready for more of the story I started last week? I sure hope so! This week, I chose a prompt composed of three words. The words include: cemetery, cranky, and charm. I think I put them to good use in the story!! Let me know what you think by leaving a comment *grins*
Here we go . . .
Ghostly Blues in the Big Easy, Part 2
The next day I tossed and turned, only managing a little sleep. One of the downsides of working odd hours meant I passed the daylight hours buried under the covers, taking full advantage of my awesome blackout drapes. It didn’t hurt that my windows faced west—thank you, Damien for that! After my grandma passed, I inherited her shotgun-style house. While it was cute, it needed work, and I didn’t have the time or energy for repairs. Then, along came Katrina, and well, it was more cost-effective to bulldoze the house than rebuild it. Damien had a fabulous mansion in the Garden District so he offered me a place to call home. Last year we adopted Brock so the three of us lived in the mansion and ran our consulting business out of the carriage house. Talk about a nice commute!
“Luce, you awake?” A light tapping sounded at my door. Brock. Maybe he found something helpful in his research.
I groaned, a tad cranky. I loved my bed, but I guessed it was time to face the day—er, night.
Caught in a deadly conspiracy to forge the next Emperor of the Ethian Galaxy, an ancient rite demands blood… After twenty-two years being held captive on an Outlander world, the long lost Prince Adar Zahn is finally brought back to his true home, but without any memory of his past. As he searches for the answers about himself and what is expected as the Emperor’s sixth son, Adar discovers how difficult trust is to find and that the truth can be worse than a lie. On his journey of discovery, he is left with questions about himself, a growing foreboding about his family, and a rising urgency to discover more about a vaguely mentioned Blood Feud. Can he unravel the mystery that surrounds him before it’s too late?
Tell us about the story. Where did you get the inspiration for it? How long did it take you to write it? Do you share any traits or likes/ dislikes with your characters? Where is your story set? A fictional place or somewhere you’ve visited/ lived?
This is a science fiction epic series called Emperors of Ethia, and Blood Feud is the first book of that series. I have three core books planned, but have enough story for far more. I even have an outline for a prequel novel and several short stories. These other works helped me a lot with fleshing out the backstory for the series.
The inspiration for this series came from many places. The show Prison Break, the Sherlock Holmes stories, Farscape, Star Wars, Star Trek were very heavy inspirations for this series, and if you look close enough, you may see some of those parts emulated in the story. Continue reading “New Release: Blood Feud”
The last installment of Two Girls & Some Ghouls. I apologize for making you wait an extra week, but I think you will find the wait was worth it. My story is more polished now. It’s a definite improvement from my draft!
The writing prompt Avery used for this week was to have a ghost in your story. I think Julie was helping me out with that one!! The story meets the word count; it’s over 500 words (but nowhere near the 1000 word limit).
I hope you enjoy what happens between Private Mansfield and Alex! Check out the links below for the other Wednesday Briefers!
Two Girls & Some Ghouls (Part III)
Private Mansfield grew quiet, as if he was letting what he’d heard stew in his mind for a bit prior to making any additional inquiries. “And my wife? Is there anything good which you can tell me regarding her life?”
I looked to Steph. Truth be told, his wife had remarried when the war ended. Maybe five or six years after that, she’d died while giving birth to her fourth child, who then passed a couple of days later. Death and more death. Poor Private Mansfield. I definitely wouldn’t be sharing those particular tidbits with him.
Steph shrugged her shoulders, as if to say “I’ve got nothing.” Okay, so this was all me. Hmm, maybe there was some way I could spin it that wouldn’t be so painful. “She missed you very much after you passed in battle, and she made sure to take very good care of your son.” Technically what I told him wasn’t a lie, but definitely an oversimplification of his late wife’s timeline, leaving out the happily ever after (well, happily for a couple of years!) with another man.
The private nodded solemnly, then proceeded to scratch his thin beard. I wondered if he believed me. Was it possible that he saw through my thinly veiled omission? “Very well then,” he said at last. “What about my grandchildren? Can you tell me anything of them? Were you able to find anything about their lives?” Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: More Girls & Ghouls”