Monday, May 4, 2015

Guest Post: Tara Fox Hall - Tempest of Vengeanace


A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical "dream bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good. The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and Sar face the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their combined strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.

My tired eyes shot open in surprise. Lash was also taken aback, studying Devlin as if he was waiting for the vampire to state some kind of condition. Devlin had been holding the edges of the door frame and now he let go of one, and stepped aside. Lash looked past him to me, lying there in Devlin’s bed. It was too dark for me to see what he was feeling by his eyes, and even then, he had become a lot better at hiding his emotions, now that his eyes weren’t always flat.
            Lash stepped in the room. Devlin shut the door behind him, then came back, and got into bed. Lash came to the bottom of the bed and stopped, his face still unreadable.
            “What are you waiting for? Go shower and get in here already,” Devlin ordered, grief still heavy in his words.         
            “Dev, why are you saying that this is okay now?” Lash hissed, annoyed.
            “Because life is too short,” Dev said flatly. “Danial thought he had eternity. That he was going to see Elle and Theoron grow up. He may never get the chance to now. I may have lost him for good. And now my niece has been hurt badly...” Devlin paused, swallowed hard and began again. “I’ve been the cause of a lot of suffering. And I’m not causing any more, not for you or her, not if I can help it.”
            “You’re sure?” Lash hissed in a malicious tone. “Don’t offer me this and then change your mind, Dev, like you have before. It’s yes or no, tonight and from now on. Because if she wants me, I’m not giving her up because you tell me to, not ever again.”
            I wanted to say “what about Gina?”, but decided to hold my tongue. I was feeling too happy just knowing he wanted me, that he still cared for me as he had months ago.
            “I want you here. She wants you here. Stay.” Devlin said.
6.) I flipped the bacon and the sausage just in time, and told Lash to mix up the pancake batter. He gave me a blank look.
            I cracked up laughing, and he laughed too, even though it was at his expense. I got the ingredients in a bowl, and handed it to him, and he mixed. Then we traded again, and I gave him some bacon and sausage to eat.
            “Put in the bagels or toast, please,” I said, pouring the pancake batter into the hot frying pans. Lash did it, and then he was easing up behind me again, putting his arms around me.
            “You make me so happy, Sar,” he said softly, moving my hair with one hand so he could kiss my neck. “I never thought—”
            I heard a low growl, and looked up to see Theo and Terian in the doorway.
            Theo’s eyes were yellow, and Terian’s were red, as they beheld Lash and me in our robes, him holding me as I made us breakfast. I could smell the scent of sex on myself, and I knew they could both smell it, too, and also probably that it had been only minutes before they arrived.
            “I told you we should have driven here, not teleported right in,” Terian said, rolling his eyes. He didn’t look surprised, likely because I had just asked him for that potion.
            Theo seemed unable to take his eyes off Lash and me. I went crimson under his steady gaze and looked down, but Lash just gave them both a wide grinning smile.
            “Sorry, we didn’t know we had company,” Lash hissed gleefully, resting his head on my shoulder, holding me as he looked at them. “As you can see, we weren’t expecting any visitors.”

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Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer," published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

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Saturday, May 2, 2015

Dirty Laundry

Wow it's already May 2. Yesterday hubby and I celebrated 11 years together. Overall it's been pretty good when it comes to us. We've been through some stuff and I'm sure there is stuff to come, but here we are still weathering the storms of marriage.

Thinking about us, kinda got me thinking about writing because that, too, is like a marriage. Sometimes it's awesome and sometimes it sucks that you want to throw it out onto the street with all it's belongings and tell it to fuck off. How many can relate that to their spouse or to their muse?

Granted, I have been in a far longer marriage with writing than I have been with my husband. Oh I think writing and me have been together now for over 20 years. Maybe even longer, I 've kinda lost count. We have this understanding. Sometimes there are things about writing that I don't talk about and it doesn't talk about all of my bad habits either.

So why am I spilling some of our closeted secrets today? Ehh... I opened the windows in the house to air it out so I guess I'm airing out all aspects. I'll let you in on one big secret about hubby.

He folds his dirty clothes before he puts them into the washing machine. (Oh he does his own laundry.) It's only because hubby is a little OCD like that. But I've come to accept it, shake my head, and smile. Cause in a way it's cute. Now if he starts rearranging my spice rack, which he's done before and never again mind you, I'll give him a piece of my mind. The OCD don't work with my spices.

Now of course I have my own bad habits in the marriage. I'm not the neat person in the relationship. My clothes happier is more of a clothes rack until I do laundry. But I do have a few bad habits when I write and when I edit. I'm in the middle of editing a book now and wonder why I get myself into these quandaries, after the fact.

We all have words that we use over and over again. Mine are:

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I'm sure there are a couple more my editors will point out, but those are the ones I always have on my list that I tackle before I go into content editing. And in a 450 page manuscript, there are a lot of repetitions.

In my writing process, I tend to overwrite. I know it while I do it and curse myself later, but it's how I write. I think I end up doing it only because I'm reminding myself more about the story and small details so I can take them out later not because I want to rack up the word count.

So that's my bit of dirty laundry and writing secrets for today.

What are yours?