Worldbuilding Wednesday #84: Contracts

Welcome back to another Worldbuilding Wednesday! Not that I’m going to be talking about world building today. Nope, today’s focus is on contracts, specifically publishing contracts.
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Now Available: Memories of Fire!

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Youneda’s life was as comfortable as it could be for an aging dragon with a horde of pottery instead of gold or jewels. One day he received a message that drew him out of his comfortable suburban lair and down to the glittering magical city of Belleview, WA. Once there, he confronted not a relic of the Opening but his own past and memories of a fire that had haunted him for decades.

Memories of Fire is an urban fantasy focused on history, memory and the persistence of fear long after the cause has fled.

Find This Story:

On Amazon $2.99 ebook or $5.99 TPB
On Smashwords $2.99 ebook
On CreateSpace $5.99 5″ x 8″ TPB

Being late on getting these posts us is getting to be a habit. Gotta work on breaking that habit. *sigh*

Anyway! Memories of Fire is now available and I’m really glad. This verse is one that I’ve pondered for quite literally years. I want to tell a huge story in this world with it’s mixture of dragons and magic and everyday human life but I’ve yet to figure out what the plot would be. Hopefully sometime soon it will come clear to me. *crosses fingers*

Hope you enjoy if you choose to read!

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Novel Monday: The Nature of Beasts Chapter 2

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In a world that took a different path, Kaleb Macintyre, a former Master, returned home after years away. All he wanted was a quiet life but encountering Nenne changed everything. Both of them bore scars from their pasts. As their relationship grew and they healed, Kaleb wondered if he could have more with Nenne or if his basic nature prevented him from ever finding happiness in Nenne’s arms.

The Nature of Beasts is a sweet romance focusing on consent, knowledge and growing together over time.

Warning / Themes: This novel addresses themes of abuse and recovery, BDSM and gay romance in a dystopian world. Please read with caution if you have any issues with these themes.

The Nature of Beasts

By Meyari McFarland

2. New Path

Lennart leaned against the door of his tiny apartment, shaking so hard that he couldn’t get the door locked properly. He’d gotten the chain on before the shakes started but his fingers wouldn’t cooperate with locking the deadbolt or the electronic lock. Grant was going to kill him this time. He was.

The threats before hadn’t been serious but Lennart know that it would be real now. Grant hated it when anyone paid attention to Lennart, hated it when he was blocked in any way. The last time one of the guys had commented on Lennart’s collar Grant had beaten him until he passed out for ‘flirting’.

“It wasn’t flirting,” Lennart whispered, his legs shaking so hard that he was tempted to slide down to the floor. “It wasn’t. He just asked if the collar was uncomfortable. That’s all.”

Lennart had tried to tell Grant that before the beating and during it. Grant hadn’t listened. He never listened to Lennart but then he didn’t have to. Lennart was the one who was supposed to listen, to do as he was told. That was why he had his collar. That was why he belonged to Grant.

Sure, Grant did things that Lennart didn’t really like but that was just part of belonging. No one ever got everything they wanted. The world didn’t work that way. Lennart’s parents had told him that a million times before they found out he wanted to be someone’s slave. He tried not to remember all the horrible things Dad had called him as he beat Lennart and then threw him out. Mom’s scorn the one time he’d dared to call and ask for money when Grant was in jail was even worse.

Footsteps came up the hallway, the tread lighter than Grant’s stomping. Lennart held his breath, sure that it had to be his new neighbor, the one who’d been so polite. He didn’t want to see the scorn in his face, didn’t want to have the respect and even tone of voice turn into hateful words filled with disgust.

A firm knock sounded right by Lennart’s ear. He started so badly that he nearly fell down. Lennart took a deep breath that shook entirely too hard before carefully opening the door. It only opened an inch or so due to the chain but that was more than enough to see his neighbor’s cheerfully determined smile.

“Sorry about that,” Lennart’s neighbor said in a surprisingly reassuring tone of voice. “I do hope that I didn’t break up a date. You didn’t sound like you were enjoying his attentions. Besides, doing such things in public is quite tacky. A proper Master should have the control to get to a private location.”

Lennart stared at him, his breath coming faster and faster until he thought that he might pass out. For someone who seemed more than twice Lennart’s age, his neighbor was much too forceful and cheerful about the whole mess. Once Grant got hold of him it was going to be so ugly, especially if he went down easily. Then Grant would still be angry by the time he got to Lennart.

“Are you all right?” his neighbor asked.

“I’m fine,” Lennart said, swallowing hard when his voice came out squeaky and strange. “Thanks. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. That was, that was something that you wouldn’t understand.”

His neighbor frowned, the thick graying eyebrows drawing down into a stern expression that made Lennart’s empty stomach do flips. That wasn’t a good expression. It was scary, threatening, but his neighbor didn’t slam his fist into the door or start cursing. Instead he nodded at Lennart’s door once.

“Open the door, please,” his neighbor ordered. It was anything but a request despite the ‘please’.

“But…”

“Do it.”
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Free Fiction Friday: Threads of Hate

Well, after last week’s post I thought I’d follow with it’s sequel, Threads of Hate. Hope you enjoy!

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Louisa’s life revolved around her mother, her grandparents and their sewing shop. Her burgeoning magic wasn’t something that concerned her. Mother and Grandmother Anna both handled it well, as did her aunts and cousins. There was no reason to think that her magic might someday be a threat to anyone at all.

But then a man came to the shop before opening. His actions changed how Louisa viewed herself, her magic and the rest of the world.

Threads of Hate is a tale of growing up, the power that even the weakest possess and learning the consequences of one’s actions. Readers troubled by abuse of minors and death should read with caution.

Threads of Hate

By Meyari McFarland

Louisa hummed as she swept up the shop before opening. She knew they’d swept last night but the broom kept finding new little dust bunnies made of lint and bits of thread in the nooks and crannies under the counter in the front part of the shop. Maybe last night she hadn’t done as good of a job as she’d thought but it had been dark and she’d been tired. At least they’d start the day nice and clean today.

This early in the morning no one was at the shop but her. Mama was back home making breakfast for Grandma Anna and Grandpa Thomas. It was gruel so Louisa had volunteered to go sweep up with the promise of getting a sweet bun as a reward for doing it without being told to. As far as Louisa was concerned the sweet bun was unnecessary as long as she didn’t have to eat the nasty gruel. Even thick brown sugar and raisons couldn’t make gruel tasty as far as she was concerned.

“Girl!”
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Now Available: Crafting Home!

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Everyone has plans for Haruka’s life. They assume she’ll marry her best friend Shahzad, youngest son of Lord Bilal of Breding Manor. They assume she’s a pretty face with no mind or will of her own.

Fatima’s plans for her life had fallen apart around her ears. Her father and twin sister Zainab were at each other’s throats, no matter how Fatima tried to keep the peace.

Then Fatima’s father, Count Rafi, offered her hand in marriage to Haruka with the assumption that Haruka would be delighted to accept. After a swift, firm denial, it was up to Haruka and Fatima to craft a future together that held not just their happiness but their families’ as well.

Crafting Home is a sweet romance where patience and determination bring the rewards both girls seek.

Find This Book:

On Amazon $5.99 ebook or $14.99 TPB
On Smashwords $5.99 ebook
On CreateSpace $14.99 5″ x 8″ TPB
On Kobo $5.99 ebook
On Barnes & Noble $5.99 ebook

Blargh, late again. Sorry guys! February has been super-busy for me so I’m running late on so much stuff. Hopefully it’ll improve in March and onwards. Otherwise I’m going to have to reprioritize things like TV and reading and ugh, don’t want to.

Anyway, the delay helped get this book up on Kobo and Barnes & Noble so you get links there as well as the standard three. Check your favorite stores. It might be there, too. I do try to get all my books up in as many places as possible.

I hope you guys enjoy this one if you choose to read it. It’s the third Manor Verse book so I officially have a trilogy at last. *cheers* With how much I jump from ‘verse to ‘verse in my writing that feels like a huge accomplishment. *grins and waves goodnight*

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Novel Monday: The Nature of Beasts Chapter 1

Whee! Time for a new novel for Novel Monday! This time I decided to go with my BDSM universe, the Debts to Recover ‘verse. Despite being a BDSM-positive universe, this is actually a very low sex book, FYI. It’s more about the romance, the recovery from abuse and growing together over time. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy it!

(And just so you know I’m in the process of updating the covers and prices on these books so the cover is being updated on all the sites currently and the print price will be dropping by $1 US over the next day to week or so, depending on how quickly the various sites get the update.)

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Description:

In a world that took a different path, Kaleb Macintyre, a former Master, returned home after years away. All he wanted was a quiet life but encountering Nenne changed everything. Both of them bore scars from their pasts. As their relationship grew and they healed, Kaleb wondered if he could have more with Nenne or if his basic nature prevented him from ever finding happiness in Nenne’s arms.

The Nature of Beasts is a sweet romance focusing on consent, knowledge and growing together over time.

Warning / Themes: This novel addresses themes of abuse and recovery, BDSM and gay romance in a dystopian world. Please read with caution if you have any issues with these themes.

The Nature of Beasts
By Meyari McFarland

1. Returning Home

Kaleb hummed as he carried the last box up the stairs to his new apartment. The hallway smelled of dust and the faintest traces of urine but Kaleb didn’t care. In the next month or so the carpet would be ripped up and replaced, after the roof had been repaired. He was pretty sure that the windows would all have to be switched out as well. They were simple tempered glass with no laminated plastic or other security features if there was an attack in the area.

None of that was a surprise given how old the apartment building was. The stairwell up to the third floor showed the age of the building. Drab walls that had once been white were stained gray from time, punctuated by scuff marks and the occasional water stain under the window. It was an old building which suited Kaleb to the core. After all, he was an old man, or at least he felt like one.

The fire he’d felt in his twenties had long since burned down, leaving only embers behind. Part of that was the military contracts he’d worked on for the last fifteen years. Kaleb shuddered, one hand on the door knob as he tried to banish the memories of twisted bodies and burnt faces. Maybe he had made the world a safer place like General Reyes had shouted when Kaleb announced his retirement but Kaleb couldn’t keep doing what he was doing.

“Mostly it’s Todd,” Kaleb whispered, a wry, exhausted smile twisting his lips. That mess had been what sent him into the military’s arms nearly sixteen years ago. “Ah well, I still have a few boxes to unpack. No reason to keep woolgathering.”

After all the moving around he’d done in the last fifteen years, Kaleb had gotten used to living from boxes and keeping the absolute minimum belongs. It made for easy moving but he was looking forward to collecting things now that he was back in his home town. He’d already gotten his library out of storage. Having books around him was a joy that he’d found hard to live without.

“Have to call the contractor about getting the wiring checked,” Kaleb muttered as he let himself into his apartment.

The light outside flickered randomly, apparently in response to the wind. Inside, the walls were freshly painted in a soothing creamy white. He’d had the carpet ripped up and wood floors put down before he moved in. The kitchen was tiny, barely big enough for one, much less two, but the appliances were relatively new. His whole apartment smelled new. It was something he looked forward to fixing once he was able to do some cooking. A nice spicy chili verde and some bread would do wonders for his apartment’s scent.

Kaleb deposited his last box on the steel counter and smiled. Yeah, it was a good apartment, not the best in the city but also not in a terrible neighborhood. His neighbors on this floor looked to be reasonable, with a young family, an older man and then the mystery neighbor that he had yet to see during the two days he’d spent moving in. None of them seemed to be the type for loud parties or fighting, making them ideal as far as Kaleb was concerned.

He stretched and quietly cursed the fact that he was getting older for perhaps the millionth time. Five years ago he would have been able to carry all the boxes and still have energy to spare. Kaleb huffed a laugh, shaking his head at himself. His aching back would just have to be endured.
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Free Fiction Friday: Threads of Hope

Time for another Free Fiction Friday and this week I went with my Threads series in the Tindiere ‘verse. I really have to get the third of these stories published and give all the Tindiere books new covers… Hopefully soon!

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Living in the shadow of Spider Mountain, Gran Anna and her family’s little seamstress shop prospered fairly well. Her magical gift expressed itself well through her sewing, allowing her to work tiny bits of magic into the stitches. They kept it secret to protect their family from those who thought hedge magic should be wiped out but still there was enough luck to keep her family well fed and safe.

Not everyone in town was as lucky. David, a boy who had lost his father and brother several years before to the army, had scrabbled to survive in their little town. Just old enough to be considered an adult but too young to be taken seriously, no one was willing to give him a chance to prove his worth, no matter how hard he tried.

Anna watched David’s hope fade out over the years after his family’s death. He was a good boy who tried so hard that it hurt to see him worn away by inches until all that was left was desperation and fear. Logic said that there was nothing that she could do to help him. A seamstress’ recommendation meant little to the men who might give David a job.

After David came to cancel an order for a new shirt, Anna decided that she would nudge the threads of fate for him. Sewing a shirt was a simple enough task. Working magic into the seams that would help David keep the faith in himself was rather more complicated. Anna wrapped all her hopes and prayers for David into the shirt, tugging the threads of hope into a more favorable alignment that might allow David to find what he’d been looking for all along.

This story is appropriate to young adults and older. Later stories in the series will have warnings but this one is safe for young readers.
Threads of Hope

By Meyari McFarland

“Gran Anna?”

Anna looked up from her cutting board in the back room of the shop, frowning at the wash of emotion coming from the front room. She recognized the boy’s voice but the despair coming from him made her take off her glasses and polish them as she shouldered aside the curtain dividing the workroom from the area the clients got to see. Young David smiled to see her but it was a weak smile that drooped as soon as it formed.

“David,” Anna said, putting her glasses back on. “What can I do for you today?”

“I ah, wanted to tell you not to bother to finish the shirt, Gran Anna,” David said. He stared at his hands, clenched in tight fists on the plain wood counter. “I’m afraid I can’t afford it.”

“Didn’t get the job, I take it?” Anna sighed.

“No ma’am,” David said, his shoulder joining his mouth in drooping. “I don’t, don’t know what I’ll do now. There aren’t that many jobs in town. I might have to go to the city.”

Anna reached out and patted his hands gently. It truly wasn’t the boy’s fault. After losing his father and older brother to the meat grinder that was the army the boy had tried so hard. She’d watched him take every odd job in town, all but beg for work from anyone who would give him a few pennies. Several years of trying had worn the poor boy down to the point that she was surprised he hadn’t given up entirely. Blessed Inina knew that the child had given it his all but no one was giving him a chance.

“Don’t you fuss about that, child,” Anna said. “The shirt’s already cut out. I’ll stitch it up for you and you can have it for free. You’ll need a new shirt if you go off to the city, anyway.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” David protested, his eyes wide with mingled relief and shame for that relief. “At least let me sweep up the shop for you.”

She laughed and nodded, not that her shop needed it. Her daughters and granddaughters helped with that, along with Thomas, her husband. If it made him feel better about the gift, so be it. Anna was old enough not to care what anyone thought. One shirt was a simple matter for her to make, though this one would be a bit more than just a shirt. What was the point of her gifts if she didn’t use them to help people who needed them from time to time? A little hope for a boy who had none was not a problem at all.

The old broom had a little charm that Marjory had embroidered that made it a good bit more effective than a normal broom. Anna set David to sweeping out all the nooks and crannies, chuckling at all the little dust bunnies made of lint and bits of thread he found. Thomas came back from dealing with the mayor’s latest bout of foolishness as David moved out of the workroom and into the front of the shop. He raised one eyebrow at David’s work but didn’t comment. Anna had put aside the other project she’d been working on when David came in so that she could work on the shirt for him. Her favorite silver thimble and the fine silk thread appeared to tell him everything he needed to know.
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Now Available: Following The Trail!

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As her older sister’s wedding begins, Keiko struggles to cope with a level of society she has never prepared for. Raised a peasant, Keiko is now a member of nobility. Despite that, she longs for the simplicity of her rural peasant life but her family’s choices mean that Keiko will never go home again.

Worse, everyone at the wedding assumes that Keiko will marry her future brother-in-law, Ammad, despite Keiko’s fascination with the visiting Lady Tamami.

Following the Trail is a sweet romance where cruel gossip and sheer determination create a trail to a new life that promises everything Keiko could ever want.

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On Amazon $5.99 ebook or $14.99 TPB
On Smashwords $5.99 ebook
On CreateSpace $14.99 5″ x 8″ TPB

This is so overdue. Sorry guys! I thought I got this post up a couple of weeks ago but nope, I missed it. At least you get the sequel to this book this week? #^^# because yeah, the sequel (Crafting Home) will be out later this week.

Oh, and I updated the cover of the first book in this trilogy (A New Path). You can see it over here if you’re curious.

Hope you enjoy if you choose to read!

(And yeah, no Worldbuilding Wednesday today–super busy getting Crafting Home ready for publication since I switched from doing the prep work in Word to doing it in InDesign. The learning curve is going to murder me for a little while. *shrug* Can’t be helped there but someday I’ll have posts about how to set up your books / covers in InDesign for Worldbuilding Wednesday. After I’ve got it figured out myself. *wink*)

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Now Available: Midwife to Divinity!

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Dahlia had a problem: a stalker with powers that threatened not just her life but also her carefully crafted identity. Jacks had a problem, too: a magical doom that had destroyed his entire family. Only by trusting each other can they solve the problems destroying their lives.

Midwife to Divinity is an urban fantasy focused on strength, challenges and claiming what you thought you’d left behind.

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On Amazon $2.99 ebook or $5.99 TPB
On Smashwords $2.99 ebook
On CreateSpace $5.99 5″ x 8″ TPB

Well, I’m late getting this up due to the weekend being a no computer weekend but here you go, my latest story! :D I’m really happy with it, especially since it started out going in one direction and ended up something entirely different. More interesting, IMO, too.

Hope you enjoy if you choose to read!

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Novel Monday: Repair and Rebuild Chapter 19 (The End!)

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Rebuilding the future that was nearly lost.

When the Tourmaline Seas limped back into port, everyone in Raelin’s family was stunned that she’d made it. She’d lost a mast and had so many holes in the hull that it was only with the Goddesses’ blessings that her crew and cargo had survived. More than anything, Raelin wanted to see her back on the seas, blue Dana sails snapping in the wind as her crew sailed around the world. To her shock, Raelin got to observe Mistress Chie, owner of Sunrise Shipyard, as she rebuilt the Tourmaline Seas.

Raelin’s joy in repairing the Tourmaline darkened as the Delbhana plotted to steal the Tourmaline away. When that didn’t work the Delbhana struck straight at the heart of the Dana Clan, trying to steal all the children, Raelin included. If she failed, Raelin knew that she might never see her family and home again.

Repair and Rebuild is a fantastic coming of age story set in the Matriarchal world of Muirin.

Chapter 19: Return to Service

Raelin grinned as she ran up the gangplank onto the Tourmaline Seas. It had taken two days to get the sails up and all the rigging properly adjusted, two glorious days of scrambling up and down the shrouds, shouting back and forth to Mistress Chie and the rest of her crew. Even though she’d been so tired that she could barely move each night Raelin had gone to sleep with a grin on her face and woken up the next morning excited.

“Wow, she turned out beautiful,” Aravel breathed when he caught up to her on the bow.

“Yeah,” Raelin said as she reached down to rub the head of the figurehead. “She really did. It was so much work but so much fun, too.”

The figurehead was the same carving the Tourmaline had had before she’d been rebuilt, refinished and restored to her proper location. Raelin thought that the image of one of the Ladies looked a lot like Aunt Keelin except that the figurehead had long smooth hair instead of a short crop of curls.

Aravel copied Raelin’s gesture, giggling as the Tourmaline shifted slightly under the weight of the women loading cargo onto her. Anwyn was up in the crow’s nest making faces at Cadfael who flatly refused to climb the shrouds to join her even with Gwen trying to gently coax him up.

Raelin looked back towards home, seeing Mother and Aunt Keelin coming down the street with most of her great-aunts in tow. Captain Vevina straightened up when Raelin glanced her way, going so stern that her crew scrambled to look busier than before. Aravel squeaked and hid behind Raelin as if Captain Vevina was going to scold him.

Granted, she was a stern old woman with iron gray hair that she wore in a ponytail so short that Raelin was surprised it stayed in the Dana blue ribbon confining it, but she didn’t look at all interested in Raelin or Aravel. Instead she was focused on Mother and the others, especially Aunt Keelin.

“You go easy on that leg, girl,” Captain Vevina snapped as Aunt Keelin struggled up the gangplank. She offered a hand that Aunt Keelin gratefully took. “Don’t care how much you want back to sea, that leg’s not going to stand for it.”

“I know, I know,” Aunt Keelin grumbled. “Tavish has made it perfectly clear that I’m not shipping out until I don’t need the cane anymore.”

Captain Vevina raised an eyebrow at Aunt Keelin, looking at her leg and then back at her face. “That ever going to happen?”
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