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Promptly Penned - Making a Scene

1/16/2019

Welcome back to Weird, Wild & Wicked Tales for the new, improved January 2019 version of Promptly Penned. The holidays are done, the shutdown rages on, and I have so many books to write. Good thing we have flash fiction to help out with that.

The prompt line is:
"Excuse me. I have a scene to make."

It'll be teal in the narrative, and this is in an upcoming tale, ANGEL INK. ;) Happy reading!

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“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” I grinned at their gobsmacked expressions. “That’s exactly what she said and then she proceeded to take down the Mayor and the Assistant District Attorney of Denver.”

“Holy shit.” Eric gaped, shaking his head. “Are you serious? You know that’s gonna make her a target, right?”

I nodded. “It would, except the woman at the party with the universal remote wore a spectacular golden dress and was blond. She walked around the room and clicked on all the TVs to the various news stations. She has friends at CNN, MSN, CNBC, BBC, ABC, CBS, NBC, and far more acronyms than I can remember.” I shot a look toward the current dark big screen against the wall. “Each one had their headline story about the mysterious group infiltrating law enforcement and how the Mayor and the ADA were part of it. It was brilliant.”

Eric sat back in his chair and wrapped his arm around Karma’s waist. “Holy shit, she exposed them.” Then he frowned. “What about her?”

I smiled. “By the time the story ran, no one paid any attention to the woman in the gold dress. She was a distraction and she slipped away before all hell broke loose. She walked right out the front doors and out of camera range before she disappeared forever.” I nodded to Gadget. “Thanks for the prosthetics. Totally changed her face.”

Gadget nodded and raised her glass of port. “Anything for a good cause.” The Basque woman winked and sipped.

“Where is Haley now?” Dollhouse swiped a corn chip out from under Friar’s watchful eyes.

“Oy!” He grabbed his plate and moved it out of her reach.

“You snooze, you lose, Friar.” She winked.

I laughed. “Haley’s out celebrating with her best friend and her cousin. They should be along soonly.”

“Soonly?” Gopher blinked owlishly. “Who the hell says ‘soonly’?”

I shrugged and lifted my pint. I’d learned the phrase from the woman who held my heart. Now I just had to convince her to move in with me and we’d be set.

Come home soonly, Haley. I need you here.
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Promptly Penned - WITSEC only Sexier

11/14/2018

Welcome back to Weird, Wild & Wicked Tales for the November version of Promptly Penned. The holidays approach, along with all the activities surrounding them, and I have books to write. Good thing we have flash fiction to help out with that.

The prompt lines are:
"I'm trying to have a conversation with you!"
"And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!"

They'll be teal in the narrative, and this is in an upcoming tale, DUDE WITH A COOL CAR. The story went a lot longer than I'd expected but more reading isn't bad. ;) Happy reading!

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I stopped outside of the hospital doors and fidgeted. I hated hospitals. They often sat full of people who’d experienced my dubious gifts in a spectacular way and facing their suffering wasn’t fun.

Like Coop.

Although, I wasn’t sure if it was his karma he’d experienced or my own. He lay in the hospital bed upstairs because I told him to leave the Concrete Angels’ compound, and the guys from Backlog found him. They beat him nearly to death. I made them experience their karma far faster than they would have normally, but I wasn’t waiting around for them to pay for harming my true mate.

Even if it was kinda my fault.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the sliding doors and headed for the elevators to the fourth floor. Most people ignored me despite my fluffy hair, Concrete Angels’ cut, and my tight jeans, but I wasn’t there for them anyway. I slid past the nurse’s station as if I was meant to be there and found Coop’s room.

Again, my courage damn near failed me at the door. Would he want to see me after I’d pushed him away and refused to answer his phone calls and texts? I bit my bottom lip and stepped into the room.

Coop lay in the bed, slightly propped up and covered with a light blue blanket. His head was tilted toward the window, his eyes closed, and my breath stilled in my chest. Horrid blue and purple bruises marred the cheek I could see and probably the one I couldn’t. His left arm hung across his chest in a cast and sling, and I knew he’d had pins installed to help the bones knit. Because I’d brought him in and convinced the staff I was as close to next-of-kin as he was going to get, I’d found out he also had broken ribs, a bad concussion, and a punctured lung. He’d received surgery quickly enough to correct it, but he’d be hurting for a long time.

I wanted to pull him up from the bed and hug him close to my body, promising to take care of him forever. Which I could, being who I was. But it wasn’t who he was. U.S. Marshal Cooper DeVille was the kind of guy who’d run toward danger just to save a few innocents, including members of his own law enforcement club. He was a rare breed.

“Hey, Karma.” My breath stopped in my throat as his cracked voice washed over me. “What are you doing here?”

I barked a surprised laugh that came out too close to a sob. “I’m checking up on you to find out how you’re feeling.”

Coop grimaced, one eye swollen shut. “Pretty much everything hurts, but at least I can breathe again. How are you?”

I sighed and rested a hip against the end of his bed. “Miserable and lonely, but that’s pretty much par for the course, so I’m fine.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I guess being the physical manifestation of retribution can be pretty rough.” He frowned as he shifted his body in the bed. “I take it this is your work for lying to you?”

“What?” I gaped at him. “You think I had this done to you?”

“No, or not directly.” He gave a tired shrug. “I’m sure it’s just my karma from actions in the past.”

I wanted to deny it, to insist that I had anything to do with it. But karma was always working whether we believed in it or not, and his actions had brought the attention of Backlog onto him. Yeah, but he didn’t have to be alone when they came for him. No, I could’ve been there. Hell, all the Concrete Angels could’ve been there to back him up.

But we weren’t because I’d told him to go and never come back.

“I’m sorry, Coop.”

He raised an eyebrow. I think. It was hard to tell with the swelling and bruises. But he didn’t say anything and let me squirm through my apology.

“I’m sorry I told you to leave and never come back. I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to listen to you.” Tears started to roll down my cheeks, but I couldn’t stop them more than I could stop the pain in my heart. “And I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when those guys cornered you and beat you all to hell. I should’ve been there. I should’ve stopped them. I should’ve had your back.” I didn’t tell him I had been there, just not in my physical form.

Coop said nothing, watching me cry and squirm at his silence. I didn’t know what he was thinking but I could guess it was something along the lines of a day late and a dollar short. And he was right. I’d let him down when it counted and nothing I did from now on could change that.

“I’m sorry. I know I said some shitty things to you because you didn’t tell me who you really were. It was wrong of me to hold it against you since I didn’t tell you who I really was, either.” The tears kept rolling and I kept talking. “In that, we’re pretty much even. I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, or worse, you would and run screaming from me.”

I shrugged and rubbed the back of my neck as he continued to stare. “I’ve never had a long-term relationship with anyone who wasn’t like me. You know, not human. But I’ve also never met anyone like you, and according to the Goddess, you’re my true mate. My one-and-only. The happily-ever-after everyone reads about in romance novels.”

I waited for him to respond, but he only turned his head to look outside.

“I know, it’s a lame excuse, and I should’ve tried harder. I get that, now. And I want to try again. With you. On equal footing. No more secrets about who we are between us.”

He said nothing. He didn’t even turn his head to look at me, and the very real fear that I would lose him entered my mind. Sweet glory, don’t let it be so.

“I’m so sorry, Coop, and I don’t want you to leave. In fact, I want you to come back to the Concrete Angels with me. And hey, I’m trying to have a conversation with you. Could you please look at me?”

“I can’t.” He didn’t move.

“You can’t look at me or you can’t come back with me?”

Now he met my gaze. “I can’t come back with you.”

So, this is what it feels like to have a sword in my gut. The swirling, piercing pain just about made me double over and sink to my knees. I’m pretty sure my face drained of color because the skin on my head tightened hard enough to make my cheeks and eyes ache. I’d experienced a broken leg once, and it didn’t even come close to the agony in my chest at the moment.

“Okay.” I had to swallow a couple of times before I could find my voice again. “Fine. Yeah, good. Good.”

He grunted. “Aren’t you going to ask me why?”

“I’m trying to subtly avoid it.”

He snorted and I thought it might be with laughter. “Fine. But I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay.”

He grimaced as he tried to get into a better position, but he gave up after a few moments of painful movement. I rose and moved to his head, rearranging the pillow behind him so he could meet my gaze without straining.

“Thanks.” He settled back as he gathered his breath. “I can’t go back with you because the Backlog will come after you if I survive. I’m not going to give up on bringing them down. There are too many people they can hurt and that’s unacceptable. But just because I’m putting myself in harm’s way doesn’t mean I have to drag you down with me. So I can’t go back with you. You’ll be safer without me around.”

I wanted to tell him he was full of shit. No one could kill karma, not even Loki, the God of Mischief. But I’d known Coop long enough to read resolution in his voice and body language. Nothing I could say would sway him from what he perceived he had to do.

I nodded slowly, my heart breaking into shards of cracked ice. But I changed the direction of my head, swiveling it into a shake. To hell with it.

“No.”

“What?”

“I said no.”

“What do you mean no?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Is there some part of ‘no’ you don’t understand? It’s a pretty direct answer.”

“I mean, I don’t understand what you’re saying no to.”

“Ah.” I gave him my best disagreeable smile. “No, I’m not going to be safer without you. And even so, I refuse to be without you.”

“Karma--”

“Nope. I made the mistake of being without you for the last few days and that turned out to be a shit decision on my part. So, I’m not about to do that to myself again.”

He sighed. “Short of my death, I won’t ever be safe. And neither will you. Immortal goddess of retribution or not, I can’t put you in that kind of danger.” His resigned expression told me he wouldn’t be convinced in the usual ways. “I won’t put any of the Concrete Angels in that kind of danger.”

“Even Gopher?”

He cracked a sad smile. “Yeah, not even him.”

I nodded. “Okay. Then we’ll just have to kill you.”

His one eye opened wide. “What?”

“We’ll just have to kill you.” I grinned. “That way the Backlog guys will think the problem is solved.”

He eyed me for several seconds. “You’re serious.”

“Yup.”

Coop’s brows came down over his eyes. “Why does that make you grin?”

“Because I’ve always wanted to try something like this.”

He swallowed hard. “Try something like what?”

“Try making someone disappear. It’s like WITSEC, only sexier.”
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Promptly Penned - Really Brings Out Your Eyes

10/10/2018

Welcome back to Weird, Wild & Wicked Tales for the October version of Promptly Penned. And we've had our first snow. Yes, you read that right. Yesterday morning we woke up to snow in Cheyenne. Guess winter's here.

The prompt line is: "All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”

The prompt will be in BOLD in the story, and this is my current WIP, DUDE WITH A COOL CAR. Happy reading!

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I came awake with a start, trying to get my bearings before I did anything drastic. My heart pounded in my chest and I panted as if I’d been running.

I was running…Wasn’t I?

I frowned as I sat up, taking in my bedroom. Everything sat quiet and serene. But the panic in my heart was real. Except nothing was happening where I sat in my bed.

I shot a look out the window and the half moon cast wan light over the ground. I couldn’t see the actual satellite from my window, but the ground glowed with its silvery light. Again, everything sat quiet and calm.

Something’s wrong.

I knew it in my gut just as clearly as I knew when someone needed their cosmic bill collected. I shook my head, trying to ferret out the feelings and emotions associated with my gut instinct, but nothing came to me. I frowned. Must have been a nightmare.

Except I never had nightmares. As the physical manifestation of karma, my dreams weren’t full of fear. They always consisted of setting things right and the satisfaction that came with it.

Taking a deep breath to calm my heartbeat, I lay back and closed my eyes, trying to coax my stressed body back into relaxation. It had gotten harder and harder to do since Coop left, but it was better than having the man around me. I’d want him too much and I couldn’t trust him.

I settled finally and let my mind go back into that twilight area between waking and sleeping. At first, everything swirled around my awareness and I swirled with it, not focused on anything. But shadows and eddies of mist took shape and I found myself standing in the shadow cast by a building in an industrial part of a city. The walls had graffiti in large light-colored loops that were vaguely reflected in to puddles of the alley floor. Dumpsters created a strange obstacle course into the darkness and small mammals—probably rats—scurried away from any light presented.

Like the set of headlights on the vehicle at the mouth of the alley.

Rhythmic thumps came from behind one of the Dumpsters along with grunts and moans of pain. At first, I was just listening to them, but after a while I could feel the impacts of each blow and pain filtered into my awareness. Agony seared through the ribs on my right side and my left hand screamed with pain at each beat of my frantic heart. My face had grown numb from all the blows it had sustained and one eye had swollen shut.

What the actual fuck?

“All right, Kinsley. That’s enough.”

The beating stopped and from my place in the shadows I saw a cop with a nightstick step away from the Dumpster. It took me a few moments to realize Officer Kinsley had been beating someone on the ground. The man who’d spoken shifted in front of one headlight, his silhouette a stark, black smear against the light. He wore a fedora hat and actually held a walking cane. Now all he needs are black-sided spats and he’s got the whole Chicago Mafioso thing going.

Fedora Guy tilted his head to take in the body on the ground. “So, Marshal DeVille, have I gotten your attention now?”

Marshal DeVille? My blood chilled and my gut clamped into a painful spasm. I had to get closer to see if the name fit the man I thought I knew.

“F-f-fuck off.” I recognized the voice, but it sounded haggard, tired, and resigned.

Fedora Guy shook his head, tsking with disappointment. “Not the best response, Marshal. Kinsley?”

The uniform moved in and dealt several more blows, DeVille moaning with each impact. I felt them on my own body and bit back the screams as pain swelled in a crescendo. At last, Kinsley stopped and stepped back once more. I crept closer, trying to get a better view, but my breath wheezed in my chest, the pain making it hard to breathe.

“Now then.” Fedora Guy leaned forward on his cane. “I’ll say this again. Have I gotten your undivided attention, Marshal?”

“Y-y-yeah.” Anger remained in DeVille’s voice, but it had been banked.

“Very good.” Fedora Guy nodded and straightened before he tilted his head. “You know, all that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes. Of course, you were much prettier before Kinsley got to you, but such is life.” He shrugged. “So here’s the deal. You need to stop looking into the Backlog. Don’t look for us or our money. Don’t talk to anyone about it. Don’t even mention it to your pretty, darkie girlfriend.”

Coop made a sound in the back of his throat and Fedora Guy nodded.

“Oh yeah, we know who she is and how to get to her, so keep that in mind.” Fedora Guy motioned to Kinsley. “Give him back his gun.”

The uniform set the gun on the ground near Coop, but far enough away that he couldn’t get to it quickly.
“This is how it’s all gonna play out. You forget about the Backlog. Stop researching where the money goes or who the players are, and you got back to your life as Marshal Cooper DeVille.” Fedora Guy waved at someone else and the engine of the car started, the headlights flickering with ignition. “If you don’t, we’ll come back to finish the job we started tonight. And we’ll make sure your girlfriend is collateral damage. Got me?”

“Y-y-you s-s-stay away f-f-from her or I’ll f-f-fuckin’ kill you.”

Officer Kinsley barked an ugly laugh. “You hear that, boss? He’s the big man givin’ orders now.” He aimed a kick at the man on the ground and I marked him for death in that moment.

“Hey, Marshal DeVille, the choice is yours. Your girlfriend won’t know a thing if you let the Backlog go. Simple as that.”

Oh, I’d know. I already did, and they’d just pissed off karma. From what I could tell, all the men surrounding Fedora Guy, him included, were due for some retribution. But he’d harmed my true mate, and while Coop and I had some issues to work out, no one harmed my mate and lived to tell about it. Fedora Guy and his crew were now marked for death. I’d see to it personally.
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