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“I call it superstitions,” Margot said. “What do you think?”

Carrie eyed the canvas thoughtfully. “I’ve never been able to grasp the prevalence of superstition in societies. Although it is interesting to note the origins, from which many of them arise. For instance…”

Luke smiled. ” I think she means what do you think about the painting. I love it, Margot.”

“Do you really like it?” Margot asked hopefully.

“Aesthetically, it is quite pleasing,” Carrie agreed. “The juxtaposition of elements is actually quite evocative.”

“I think that means she likes it,” Luke said, just before tripping over his own shoelaces.

 
Just a heads up. This excerpt is PG-13
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_"I think we broke him this time," Margot said.

"No, it's alright. I'm fine," Luke said.

"Sure you are, tough guy," Carrie said with a grin. "But how about we go have you check out anyway?"

"I'm serious; it's no big deal." Luke tried to sit up again. "Ouch! Okay, maybe it hurts a little, but I'll be fine. Just get me an ibuprofen and I'll be good as gold."

"Are you sure?" Margot fretted over Luke, stroking his hair. "You look like you're in a lot of pain."

Luke gently grabbed her hand to stop her petting. In the space of a few minutes, Luke had gone from feeling like the most masculine guy in the world to being treated like a little boy. "I work out every day. I’m sure it's just a sprain. I just need to work it out."

Margot kissed Luke eagerly and grinned. "If you insist…"

"Margot!" Carrie snapped as she rushed back in the room, car keys in hand. "Knock it off before you really hurt him, we need to take him to the clinic and make sure he's okay."

Margot tilted her head. "Umm, like this?"

"What do you mean, like what? Oh." Carrie was usually the logical one, how did she miss the fact that Margot was still wearing an angel teddy, of course that wasn't as bad as her black leather outfit. And Luke, well… "Oh yeah, I guess this wouldn't really look good. I suppose we should change first."

 
_ His eyes started to close and his voice trailed to a whisper as he started to fade to sleep.  I barely made out what he said, "Maybe if you learned to use your powers, then Mom and Dad would still be okay."

Of course, I knew it was a silly thing to say.  Still, I felt a stab of guilt that I couldn't make go away.  I made up her mind to find something to make him feel better.  After all, what big sister wouldn't go to the ends of the earth for her little brother, especially after all that we had been through?

 
Some of my indie author friends are putting up their pitches.  That seemed like a good idea.  I would love your input.  Especially from those who've already read Jade Dreams.
_ Twelve year old Karen is having vivid dreams that feel more like memories. After her parents go missing, Karen does her best to take care of her six year old brother, Timmy, while they stay with her busy Aunt Sarah, but Timmy is kidnapped to the Shadow Realm while Aunt Sarah is on a business trip.


Joey looks to be about thirteen. He has fiery red hair and a temper to match but no memory of who he is or where he came from.

Fourteen year old Mike has a legendary swordsman for a grandfather and a past that he doesn’t want to talk about.

As the meaning of Karen’s dreams becomes clear, the three of them must join together to help Karen master the first Sword Spirit and rescue Timmy from the Shadow Realm. If they can just keep from killing each other first.

 
Another snippet from the WIP, hopefully this one stands on its own:
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_"So when did you get a puppy?" Luke asked.

"He found me yesterday when I was going on my daily walk," Margot said.

Carrie walked in and shook her head.  "Let me guess.  Margot found another stray.  You realize they carry all sorts of disease and may require extensive medical treatment."

"Come on lets go for a walk, it will be fun!" Margot squealed.

"It's snowing," Luke said.

"Sure let's go."

"Are you serious Carrie, what about all you said about the danger of picking up strays?"

Carrie shrugged with a grin.  "We took you in.  Love isn't rational Luke."

 
As with previous contest entries, this week includes a possible snippet from my upcoming story.  (Notes: Margot is currently dating Luke after he and Carrie broke up.)
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_"Can you repeat that?" Margot asked.

"His name was Milo Scaggins," Carrie said.

"Let me guess, he had hairy feet and was about three feet six." Luke couldn't stop laughing long enough to finish his drink.

"Yes, it's all very funny. He was actually very nice."

"Sounds like you went on a date to the library," Margot said.

Carrie fired a glance at Margot then grinned as she looked back at Luke. "He was also very attractive, doable as the Gammas would say."

Darkness fell over Luke's face as he sobered. "Well alright then. I'm happy that you found someone."

"I didn't say we were going to keep dating, I was just making an observation."

"I don't know," Margot said. "Sounds like you're pretty into him. What does he like to do?"

"Well," Carrie said, "he …"

"I know, I know," Luke cut it. "He plays dungeons and dragons and watches anime."

Carrie smiled. "No honey, you are the only one that nerdy, he works out and does competitive salsa dancing."

"Scaggins doesn't really sound like a Latin name." Margot sounded distracted but she was watching Luke.

Luke cross his arms, slouched into his chair and shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat."

"It sounds to me like you are still jealous," Carrie said.

"He is Carrie."

"I am not!"

"You want to have your cake and eat it too, don't you?"

"The question is what can we do about it." Margot grinned like the Cheshire cat.

Carrie raised her eyebrow. "We?"

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Don't forget to drop by Siobhan's site to see great stories including winner J. Whitworth Hazzard
 
This is the one scene that I really wished I had more than 100 words to set up.  I hope you enjoy anyway
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“Why did we come to the woods,” Carrie swatted her neck, “aside from feeding the mosquitoes?”

“Relax Carebear it will be fun. I have a great idea for my next photography exhibition. That’s the place, right there.” Margot led Carrie to kneel by a stream. “Now hold out your arms.”

“Have I mentioned how illogical art is?”

Margot grinned. “That’s the point.” She wrapped the vines around Carrie’s arms. “I’m calling this Ivy Handcuffs.”

“Yay, just what I always wanted.”

Margot grinned. “I’ll mention tonight when we show Luke my photographs.”

“I’m sure he’ll just see a girl-eating plant.”


 
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_I'm planning a re-release of Jade Dreams this month.  To kick it off I will be giving away free copies to everyone who participates in #MotivationMonday or joins my facebook author page.  Also anyone who can provide me with helpful information to get things started will get a free book too.

If you know anyone who is hosting blog tours or have other creative ideas that have worked for you as a writer or caught your attention as a reader, please let me know. 

Twelve year old Karen is having vivid dreams that feel more like memories. After her parents go missing, Karen does her best to take care of her six year old brother, Timmy, while they stay with her busy Aunt Sarah, but Timmy is kidnapped to the Shadow Realm while Aunt Sarah is on a business trip. 

Joey looks to be about thirteen. He has fiery red hair and a temper to match but no memory of who he is or where he came from.

Fourteen year old Mike has a legendary swordsman for a grandfather and a past that he doesn't want to talk about.

As the meaning of Karen's dreams becomes clear, the three of them must join together to help Karen master the first Sword Spirit and rescue Timmy from the Shadow Realm. If they can just keep from killing each other first



_Jade Dreams is a 33,000 word middle grade fantasy that uses anime, martial arts and magic to explore the ideas of multiculturalism, spirituality and identity. 

On sale now at Amazon and Smashwords!
 
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Margot and Chris, two of the characters in my upcoming short story "Two Women" scored a win in Cara Michaels #MenageMonday challenge.

As always, the field was full of great contenders.  Check out her website to read the other stories and join the #WIP500 revolution!

 
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“Hey it’s great to meet you, Chris. Carrie’s told me all about you.”

“Thanks, I’ve never gone to a personal art exhibit for a date before,” Chris said.

Margot smiled. “What better way is there for us to get to know each other quickly? Here let me show you my favorite piece.”

“It looks like a calendar,” he said.

“Well it is,” Margot said. “The dates correlate to the last month in 2011.”

Chris shrugged. I still don’t get it.

Margot waved her hand dramatically, “who is it signed by?”
“I thought you were the artist,” Chris looked closer. “Maya? Oh it’s a Mayan Calendar. I get it, that’s very clever, I kinda of like it!”

Margot grinned triumphantly. “Existentialist wax on about absurdity and Nihilist about meaninglessness. To me, there is anything more telling about the human condition than when we stare into the maw of the abyss.”

Chris nodded as he reflected in the silence. “Because it is the knowledge of your body’s limitations, of your own physical mortality, that fuels your soul’s desire for eternity.”

“Exactly!” Margot beamed. “I’m so glad to know that you get it! So are you ready to have sex or what?”