Enjoying Writing

Almost 8K in on newest story line: Book Two of Pacific Cay Trilogy-Working title for Menage/Polyamory love story Dare to Love Again. M/F/M

I love when characters come alive and the words start flowing. These three are connecting and telling me their story.

Here’s to 40k and an awesome story for Jeff, Mary and Ron.

A Bit of Poetry

 

 

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Today I realized empowering me means setting boundaries and standing by them
To love me is to take care of me and know that others won’t always agree with me
To be okay with who I am, what I am, and what my life experiences have taught me
I’m worthy, important, and most of all loveable
Some may seek to take that away
A few may deceive me and take pieces of my heart with them
It doesn’t make me any less worthy, lovable and beautiful
Living, loving, and thriving sometimes means we have to be vulnerable
Tenderness may hurt at times, but without it we wither and die
To nourish our soul and being is our greatest challenge
I wrap my arms around myself, hugging tightly
I offer you may hand so we can embrace each other
With dignity, respect and understanding
© Solara Gordon 2017

Catching Up!

Been a while since I posted here. I’m working on revising and editing an urban fantasy book that an agent requested. I’ve got another story in formation stages from outline notes and pieces of chapters that a publisher asked for. In between, I’m thinking about new stories to bring to all my readers. While I’m working on that I’d love to hear from you about what stories and ideas you like to read about. Input from readers is a vital thing for authors. One-It tells us what you like and want to read. Two-We get to know more about you.

Let me expand on this. Knowing what our readers like and want to read fuels our imagination. It gives our muse fodder to ponder and turn into a story idea. I’m working on a novella working title A MATE OF THEIR OWN. While I’m structuring the word count for 17k. I got a hunch it will be more. Not sure who I’m going to submit this too when its done. I work on it in between my other projects.

Interacting with our readers forms bond and personal connections that are awesome. I enjoy knowing about my readers. Sometimes these people are the best advertising we authors can have. I’ve learned about unique outlooks, perceptions, and lifestyle from the readers I’ve met in person and online. Also met new authors I’ve added to my TBR pile and others as great friends.

Please take sometime and let me know what stories you would like to see or situations you enjoy reading about. Maybe a sequel to one of my prior books.

Smiles,

Solara

 

 

Life Is For Living and Celebrating

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Mick looked out across the pavilion floor. Twenty to thirty sixteen year old shape shifters filled the dance floor.  Tyburn stood at one side nodding his head as Rachel talked with him.  On the opposite side, the two new security guards stood, their gazes patrolling one end of the dance floor to the other.

The two guards hadn’t said much since they rolled into town three weeks prior. Rampant rumors said they were mixed breed runts that looked worse than their bark or bite.  Mick shook his head. One was a frilled lizard shifter relocated from Australia after his tour in Iraqi. The other was a porcupine.  His accuracy with knives and guns even had several on the police force giving him wide berth.  So new breeds came to town. Would they settle down as others had? Find what they were looking for and know they’d come home?

“Makes you think twice about having kids,” Vernon said, strolling up.

Mick chuckled. “I don’t think you’ve got much choice. Yours are here and grown.”

“Good point,” Vernon conceded.  “I don’t remember giving my parents as much crap as today’s kids do.”

“Vernon McMahon stopping lying,” Miss Ellie chastised, coming up behind her husband.  “You’ve told me your sainted mother pulled your wolfish ass out of more fights than your father did.”

“Fights with my litter mates.  Raising twelve rambunctious cubs isn’t easy, “Vernon offered.

“No wonder your father took that traveling salesman position.” Miss Ellie linked her arm with Vernon’s.

“Wasn’t that your late husband my dear?” Vernon lifted Miss Ellie’s hand to his lips and licked her knuckles.

Mick turned ready to make his escape when Miss Ellie spoke. “I see Mooney, Nick, and Zivia.  Let’s go see our grandchildren.”

“Yes, dear,” Vernon replied guiding Miss Ellie through the crowd toward the other end of the pavilion.

“I wonder if we’ll be as tame when we’re there age,” Trina asked moving up beside Mick.

“Tame?” Mick questioned.  “You haven’t seen those two when they’re pranking.”

“Pranking?” Trina entwined her fingers with his.  The rough edges of the two-carat diamond ring she wore roughed his fingers.

Mick raised their hands to his lips.  He kissed the back of Trina’s hand and winked. “Oh yeah. Ask Gill about snow ball fights with Vernon and Miss Ellie vs. Thor and Loki.”

Trina snickered. “Another time. You promised to show me some stars once the music got going.”

As if on cue, music began playing and many of the teens started dancing. Mick slipped his arm around Trina’s waist and leaned closer. “Stars and much more once we get home tonight, my love.”

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A New Breed Of Cop Comes to Town

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Gill rushed to his office window. The loud roar increased as he pulled back the curtain. Outside the sun blazed down on the parking lot closest to his office. He looked left and right unable to ascertain where the noise came from. He turned ready to yell for Rachel when the loud squeal of sirens started.

 

He rushed back to the window. He looked down to the corner of the asphalt he could clearly see. He squinted as sun glare flashed off the chrome of not one, not two.  He blinked and counted again. Four motorcycles all bearing police decals and the city’s emblem. What the hell had happened while he and Chloe were on vacation? Had Vernon gone off the deep end during his time as deputy mayor?

 

A loud knock sounded.  Gill inhaled, exhaled, and started for the door. Another knock sounded. “Ok, I’m coming,” he called out.  Picking up his pace, he quickly crossed the room lest the knock start again. He reached for the door as another knock rattled the heavy oak door. Gods and Goddesses above! What was on the other side of the door?

 

He took a hold of the knob and turned it.  He uttered a quick prayer and flung the door open.

 

Rachel stood between two of the burliest biker dudes he’d encountered.  He looked at Rachel. She shrugged and stepped toward him. “Boss man, looks like we got a couple new citizens that want to speak with you.”

 

Rachel moved into the office and away from him and the bikers. She turned and pointed to the one wearing a red emblem on his helmet.  “Zeke from Red Bluff, Arizona.”

 

Zeke nodded and removed his helmet.  His army crew cut hinted at who might have sent him.

 

Rachel pointed to the other biker wearing a blue wave emblem on his helmet.  “Deke from Pacifica, Oregon.”

 

Deke removed his helmet, nodded and stepped up beside Zeke.

 

Gill kept glancing back and forth between the two trying to figure out who they reminded him of.  He jumped as Rachel touched his shoulder. He glared at her.  Rachel snickered.  “Boss man, hear them out. Tyburn said phoenix connections are important.”  With that, Rachel walked out of the office closing the door behind her.

 

Gill held out his hand, hoping Zeke or Deke took it. They understood shaking hands, didn’t they?  Who’d sent them?

 

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Happy Weekend Gang!

 

Tyburn can be obnoxious and heavy handed.  Has he over done it with sending new troops in to guard the Peak?  His baby daughter is turning 16 within a few weeks.  Rachel doesn’t seem phased by it.  Or is she?  Has the angsty teen years hit the Peak? Gill and Chloe’s triplets along with Rachel and Tyburn’s twins.  Look out here comes trouble?

 

I think this serial is going to be fun writing as the birthdays approach.

 

Until Next Time,

Solara

 

 

 

Mick and Trina’s Story Chapter 2 Part 2

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“Ask me something?” Trina wrapped her arms tighter around her. What could Mick want now?  Her mind went off in different directions.  Her heart skipped a beat as he moved closer.

“Yes,” he said, stopping a foot away. “Better to ask than assume, don’t you think?”

Mick’s smile reached inside her into a place she hadn’t planned.  A place where warmth sparkled more than she dared hope for.  Hope sprang up, bubbling forth.  Most males didn’t ask they assumed, demanded, and took.  Those who tried mimicking their alpha role models sucked at it.  Horribly sucked at any sense of decorum and what leadership was about.  Trina inhaled slowly, and let go a deep sigh.  She couldn’t let fear rule all of her judgments and decisions, could she?

“Okay,” Trina replied, unfolding her arms.  She shook her hands and laid them in her lap.

“You sure?” Mick reached for her hand closest to him.

Trina looked down, back up at Mick.  She lifted her hand and held out to him, palm up.  “Yes, I am.”

Mick took a hold of Trina’s hand and stood.  He stepped down on to the bleacher seat below him.  He turned so he faced her and kneeled.  He waited until her gaze met his, the he spoke. “Will you run beneath the full moon with me?  Dance under the starts with me? Allow me to show you a different side of life?”

Trina pulled back, her eyes going wide.  He didn’t let go of her hand.  He held on firm.  He leaned forward, nodding.  “A life that allows joy, happiness, and understanding of who you are.”

Trina licked her lips.  He wanted to lean closer still. Close enough to press his lips to hers.  Hold her to him and calm the fears he smelled and sensed.  Would she accept the gift he offered?

 

Mick and Trina’s Story Chapter Two Part 1

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Trina smiled as she walked back toward the bleachers.  Two weeks had come and gone since the dance and Mick asking her out twice.  Both times, he’d picked her up at Phil’s and brought her back well before midnight.  Tonight, he sat on the bleachers looking up at the night sky.  They’d walked to the middle of the football field after the game and the crowd dispersed.  Mick had looked at her, held a finger to his lips and pointed upward.  The clouds parted and the nightlight show began as if it waited for Mick’s signal.

Shooting stars crisscrossed the heavens, sending arcs of bright light in various directions almost like the fireworks for the upcoming Fourth of July celebration Gill and Vernon talked with Louie about. Many of the stars twinkled like the lights on the carnival rides she remembered from her youth, the few fun moments of her childhood.  Learning how carnies talked and tried to hoodwink people out of their money hadn’t set well with her.  The summer spent with her Aunt and Uncle on the road hadn’t agree with her and still didn’t. That set of bad memories faded with each passing year unless someone from her past showed up.  Now a new set of memories was quickly filling that slot and expanding.

Trina stopped as she reached the first step leading up to the second level where Mick sat.  He looked up and then back at her. He smiled each time he glanced at her; a smile that poured forth and washed over her like a waves upon the shore.  He motioned her in a come-hither wave as he stood.

“The view up here is fabulous.  It’s hard to believe that we’re the only life in the universe.” He pointed to a star almost over their heads.  “I wonder if there’s a couple gazing at the stars and wondering if life exists out there.”

Mick held out his hand.  Trina took it.  He curled his fingers around hers savoring the warmth and closeness. He hadn’t thought beyond enjoying the here and now with her.  Tending to the pieces of joy and positivity he felt.  It’d been a while—a long time since he wanted to spend time with much of anyone of the opposite sex. Buddies didn’t require the care and upkeep that friends and lovers did. After his last heartbreak, he’d sworn off anything more than close acquaintances.  Now, here he was pondering if he dared let someone closer.  And a female too.

He glanced at Trina.  She smiled as she moved closer.  “I’d missed this if I’d gone home like I planned and curled up with the rest of the book I’m reading.”

“Astronomy is a hobby that takes patient and curiosity. Not many I associate with have much of both.” Mick chuckled, squeezing Trina’s hand.  “My mother said I got my father’s wander lust.  I’ve enjoyed my travels and seeing new places.  Even a few revisits.”

“I moved around so much, I dreaded the next move.  Roots are important to me.”  Trina let go of his hand and sat down on the bleachers close to him.

Mick sat down a bit away from Trina, and turned toward her.  “I’d like to ask you something.”

Trina smiled as she walked back toward the bleachers.  Two weeks had come and gone since the dance and Mick asking her out twice.  Both times, he’d picked her up at Phil’s and brought her back well before midnight.  Tonight, he sat on the bleachers looking up at the night sky.  They’d walked to the middle of the football field after the game and the crowd dispersed.  Mick had looked at her, held a finger to his lips and pointed upward.  The clouds parted and the nightlight show began as if it waited for Mick’s signal.

Shooting stars crisscrossed the heavens, sending arcs of bright light in various directions almost like the fireworks for the upcoming Fourth of July celebration Gill and Vernon talked with Louie about. Many of the stars twinkled like the lights on the carnival rides she remembered from her youth, the few fun moments of her childhood.  Learning how carnies talked and tried to hoodwink people out of their money hadn’t set well with her.  The summer spent with her Aunt and Uncle on the road hadn’t agree with her and still didn’t. That set of bad memories faded with each passing year unless someone from her past showed up.  Now a new set of memories was quickly filling that slot and expanding.

Trina stopped as she reached the first step leading up to the second level where Mick sat.  He looked up and then back at her. He smiled each time he glanced at her; a smile that poured forth and washed over her like a waves upon the shore.  He motioned her in a come-hither wave as he stood.

“The view up here is fabulous.  It’s hard to believe that we’re the only life in the universe.” He pointed to a star almost over their heads.  “I wonder if there’s a couple gazing at the stars and wondering if life exists out there.”

Mick held out his hand.  Trina took it.  He curled his fingers around hers savoring the warmth and closeness. He hadn’t thought beyond enjoying the here and now with her.  Tending to the pieces of joy and positivity he felt.  It’d been a while—a long time since he wanted to spend time with much of anyone of the opposite sex. Buddies didn’t require the care and upkeep that friends and lovers did. After his last heartbreak, he’d sworn off anything more than close acquaintances.  Now, here he was pondering if he dared let someone closer.  And a female too.

He glanced at Trina.  She smiled as she moved closer.  “I’d missed this if I’d gone home like I planned and curled up with the rest of the book I’m reading.”

“Astronomy is a hobby that takes patient and curiosity. Not many I associate with have much of both.” Mick chuckled, squeezing Trina’s hand.  “My mother said I got my father’s wander lust.  I’ve enjoyed my travels and seeing new places.  Even a few revisits.”

“I moved around so much, I dreaded the next move.  Roots are important to me.”  Trina let go of his hand and sat down on the bleachers close to him.

Mick sat down a bit away from Trina, and turned toward her.  “I’d like to ask you something.”

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Have you had a positive week? One filled with joy and loving life.  The small choices we make daily add up to influence and affect our effect on the world at large and ourselves. Be compersive-joyful for someone else’s joy.  Help the world be a better place and at peace with all who inhabit our world.

Smiles,

Solara

Taking Time to Remember Our Fallen

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Gill stepped up to the microphone, looked down at his speech, and swallowed.  Many of the Peak’s citizens turned out for the festivities in the park.  Grills with lit charcoal briquettes in them stood close to many of the picnic tables.  Portable ones sat next to the tables and chairs others brought with them.  Earlier games pitted adults against children and those in similar age brackets too.  A lot of fun and happiness filled the air.  Now silence and staring filled it instead.

“My fellow citizens,” he began. “Many gave their lives to keep us safe.  I’m not talking shape shifter or supernatural only.  Many humans fought on foreign shores to keep others safe too.  We continue to do so as a country.  Here at home, many take on the task of keeping us safe within our fine country.”

A few murmurs sounded.  Several heads nodded.  A youngster stood up with a miniature flag waving it back and forth.  A few others did the same.

“Some of our fellow Peakites gave their lives so we might enjoy the freedom and safety we have today. To honor them we started collecting funds to build a memorial.  Names are coming in.  Someone contacted the state about this.”

Heads began shaking.  Others yelled out. “No! Not the state here again!”

Gill tapped the microphone.  The crowd quieted.  “I hear what you’re saying.  Our representative, a former Peakite, contacted us too.  They’re forming a delegation to oversee the funds we’re getting from the state.  A few other supernatural towns and cities are getting money too. Disaster avoided!”

Smiles and nods appeared again.

“So in closing before others who served whether in the military or supporting areas speak, I want to say I’m a proud Peakite!  Can you say it with me?”

Gill stepped away from the microphone, raised his arm, and yelled. “I’m a proud Peakite!”

Many in the crowd stood, yelling and chanting with him.  Some smile and clapped.

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May your Memorial Day be filled with love, fun, safety, and memories.  Take a moment to thank those that keep us safe and devote their lives to this!

Solara