Tuesday Teaser: A Guest Post from Dawn Bartley

Tuesday Teaser: A Guest Post from Dawn Bartley

  Please welcome Guest Writer, Dawn Bartley as she shares her WIP   Regan’s instincts were right. The houses he passed were closer together and soon the numerous trees parted to give way to the view of the spreading bay of Lake Superior before the road dropped into Mills Bay, the town nestled at its shore. Now he just needed to find the hardware store. In a town this size, he couldn’t imagine there being more than one. Driving...

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Tuesday Teaser: “Try me”

    “I know why I like working alone,” he said. Her wide mouth stretched in a flat smile. “But today you’re looking for the treasure with me.” He almost laughed at having his own words tossed back at him, except his eyes itched and his body ached. Lack of sleep weakened him. His hand gripped and re-gripped his shield’s leather strap. It was all he could do to stop himself from dragging Sestra off to a soft grassy place, laying...

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Tuesday Teaser: “You ask a lot of questions.”

  His fingers slackened on the buckle. “You don’t want your freedom?” “I do, but you’ve pushed for it more than I have. It makes me wonder.” She eyed the dead Viking, his body pummeled by the waterfall. “Actually, I’ve a good many questions this morning.” “Such as.” Sestra’s shaky hand swiped wet curls from her face. “What did you say to me last night…those foreign words when you were inside me?” Her arms...

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Tuesday Teaser: Guest Post ‘As the Crow Flies’ by Maris Soule

Smoke, burned pasta, and blackened cheese greeted me when I lowered the oven door. I opened a window and grabbed a dish towel. Waving the cloth back and forth under the smoke alarm, I finally moved enough fresh air by its sensor to silence the irritating sound. The lasagna, however, was beyond saving. I settled for a peanut butter sandwich and filled Baraka’s dish with his usual quantity of kibble. Our dinners eaten, I began to clean the...

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Tuesday Teaser: Guest Post ‘The Crows’ by Maris Soule

“You say the body’s in the dining room? Where’s this door lead?” “My kitchen.” He nodded. “I think we can let you inside where it’s warmer, but you’ll have to stay where I tell you. This is now a crime scene.” “No, it’s a where-he-died scene. That’s where the crime occurred.” I pointed toward the woods. He looked that direction, and that’s when I noticed his eye lashes. Why is it men always get the beautiful blue...

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