This Time Forever

This Time Forever is the series I didn’t plan, but I already knew by the time I’d started writing the second book that these characters had a lot more stories to tell. In particular, I envisaged an epilogue-type story where all six of the main characters vacationed together. I thought it would be fun to bounce them off each other, see how the different personalities connected and conflicted.

When I got to the end of the second book, I had the perfect excuse: Frank and Tom’s wedding.

“This Time Forever” is only six chapters long, but every chapter is from the point of view of one of the main characters from the series: Frank, Mal, Brian, Simon, Charlie, and Tom. Most of my favorite secondary characters are there as well, including Josh and Ethan from Chasing Forever.

I made the story available to my newsletter subscribers first. (If you want to be on the A-List, sign up here.) Now I’m making it available to everyone to download and read for free because I write these stories for you as much as for myself. I love revisiting my characters after The End and I love sharing those visits with my readers.

If you haven’t started the series yet, you can read the first book for free with Kindle Unlimited!

If you’ve missed an extra story from another series, check the Free Reads page on my website.

Okay, that’s enough rambling from me. Go get your copy of “This Time Forever”!


YOU’RE INVITED TO A WEDDING.

This Time ForeverIt’s a beautiful day and everyone is here to help celebrate Frank and Tom’s wedding. Simon is the best man, Charlie is scaring teenagers with gory stories, and Mal and Brian are investigating a linen closet. Tom is…

No one’s quite sure where Tom is.

Frank organizes the search, which is to say, Frank panics. But everyone gets involved anyway because it’s a beautiful day and they’re all here to celebrate a wedding.

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First Contact

The Chaos Station website has a page of extras that includes playlists, excerpts, interviews, trivia, and cut scenes from the series. Some of the links have expired, though, due to the sad disappearance of many review blogs. Because I dislike the idea of lost links, I thought I’d repost some of the missing content here, on my blog!

First up, I have an exclusive excerpt from Inversion Point, the fourth book in the series. Spoiler Alert! If you haven’t read this far in the series, reading this excerpt will spoil certain developments in both Zed’s character and his relationship with Felix.

To view a full list of excerpts and extras, visit the Chaos Station website

Continue reading “First Contact”

Bird Chatter

Once upon a time, Lex Chase hosted something called Flash Fiction Fridays on her blog. To those invited to participate, she would send a picture, a random sentence, and the encouragement to make of it what we could. “Bird Chatter” came from the following prompt: “Something about him is…off.”

It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve ever written (that distinction probably belongs to A Moustache Called Justice) but it’s definitely one of the most fun.

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Bird Chatter

“Something about him is…off.”

“Hmm?” Percy glanced over his shoulder to see who Jerry might be talking about.

Arrayed on the branch behind them were three brothers and four sisters, all with beaks clacking and feathers rustling. It was preening time, which meant gossip time. Nothing like a tidbit of scandal to go along the nitpicking of dust and mites, the resetting and smoothing of feathers.

“Him, on the end.” Jerry pecked at Percy’s scapulars as if he’d leaned over to arrange his feathers rather than gesture toward the next branch over.  

Percy tried not to turn his head all the way, though he prided himself on having a nearly 360-degree swivel. Not all blue jays could turn their heads all the way around. He’d need just about all that radius to take a gander at the bird perched at the end of the branch behind him, however.

After a few warm-up swivels, Percy swung his beak toward his target.

“Not now!” Jerry squawked. “He’s looking right at us. Turn around. Turn around.”

Percy let his neck unwind a little too fast. The rest of the tree rushed past his eyes in a dizzying blur and he swayed on his perch a moment before regaining his equilibrium. “I nearly had him in view!”

“You didn’t have to turn all the way around that way. You looked ridiculous, twirling your head like that. Just look the other way. Quickly. Now…no, wait… Now!”

Percy performed a less impressive five degree turn the other direction and looked at the bird perched at the end of the next branch. Oh, yeah, something about him was definitely…off.

“It’s his breast,” Percy reported once he faced forward again. He then leaned over to peck at the side of Jerry’s head. “Stop already. Any more preening and you’ll misalign my coverts.”

“I’m not even close to your coverts. Now sit still a moment, two of your secondaries are tangled.”

Percy extended his wing carefully to give Jerry access to his feathers. “He’s too blue.”

“I know! I mean, I like a blue breast on a guy.” Jerry snapped his beak.

Proud of his show of blue, Percy puffed up his breast.

“But there’s a right and wrong shade of blue.” Jerry twitched a secondary. “His is much too showy.”

“Maybe he’s related to Reginald.” 

“No, Reginald’s blue had a more violet tinge. You’re talking about Reginald who nested with Agatha last season, right?”

“I still can’t believe he left Arthur for that shrill.”

“Great eggs, though.” Jerry shrugged.

Percy studied the veritable swarm of birds perched along every branch of the tree. “S’pose you’re right. He came from Catherine’s nest, didn’t he?”

“No, I’m pretty sure he was Gertrude and Bartholomew’s egg.”

“Bartholomew?” Percy cocked his head. “One-eyed-Bart? Did you see his mating flight?”

“Oh, I know. I’m amazed he caught Gertie at all. If you ask me, she let him catch her. She always had a soft spot for Bart.” Jerry had finished arranging Percy’s secondaries. “Extend your wing a little farther, sweets, and I’ll have a go at your marginals.”

It would be useless to argue. Percy extended his wing and practiced swiveling his neck again. Three hundred, three-twenty-or-so, three—

“Stop that.”    

Percy turned his head the other way and took another peek at Mr. Blue. Blinked rapidly. “Who is he, anyway?”

“I don’t know! I’m fairly certain he joined the flock last flight. What makes him think he can just perch on any old branch, I just can’t say. Highly impertinent.”

Percy eyed the stranger again. His breast really was quite blue. “Perhaps he’s lost. You know, we could just ask him who he is.”

“What if he’s someone important? Admitting we don’t know his name would be the worst sort of insult.”

“If he was that important, we’d know his name, Jerry.”

Jerry huffed into his feathers, shifting the ones he’d just aligned. Retracting his wing, Percy ducked his head to tend them. Beside him, he could feel Jerry turning to eye the strange bird.

“It’s not just his breast,” Jerry murmured. “There’s something about his eyes and his neck. It’s too thick.”

Which would make it harder to swivel, Percy thought.

“You know, I don’t think he’s a blue jay at all.”

“What else could he be?”

“Ever heard about cuckoos?”

Percy raised his head so suddenly, he dislodged a marginal. “You don’t think—” He glanced over his shoulder. “I didn’t think they worked in disguise.”

“Maybe they do, now. I mean, you’d think we’d notice a different egg in the nest, but no one ever does, do they? So I can’t imagine why we would notice a different bird. But maybe someone did and now cuckoos are employing disguises.”

A shiver crept beneath Percy’s feathers. He scanned the rest of the birds on the next branch, then turned to look at Jerry, his little mind whirling with possibilities. “Maybe that’s what happened to Cornelius. There was always something odd about the bird that nested with him.”

“Oh my God, I think you’re right!”

Jerry began an agitated dance along the branch. “We need to do something. Say something!”  

“But what? What can we say? Maybe he’s a deliberate plant.”

“What? Why?”

“Maybe the cuckoos aren’t content to move in one nest at a time.”

“How horrible. Percy! Percy! You know what this means, right?”

“That we have to find female mates and make more eggs?” His wings were flapping independently of thought, fluff and marginals flying around him in a dusty haze.

“Say it ain’t so!”

“We need to do something Jerry. Do something, do something, do something.”

Jerry launched from the branch with a petrified squawk and fluttered upward with short jerky thrusts of his wings. Percy followed. Their panic alerted the rest of the flock, who didn’t bother to look for the source. They simply followed, as a good flock must. Soon, the air was filled with the beat of wings and the shrill of anxious cries as every bird swarmed the air. The sky was thick with birds until they settled into a pattern, following the leader to safety, which was apparently the tree next door.

Percy settled gratefully onto a branch next to Jerry and immediately started pecking his feathers back into place. Jerry chirped anxiously for a few minutes before settling. Then he began swiveling his head. He still didn’t have quite the number of degrees Percy had.

He stopped moving. “Percy, Percy.”

“What?”

“Don’t look now, but that bird over there. Something about him is…off.”

Counting Out

Counting Out is the last story in the Counting series! I first made it available to newsletter subscribers, now I’m making it available to everyone else.

A little bit about the story: it was meant to be 5000 words. Then 10000. I think it ended up somewhere over 20k, which makes it significantly longer than Counting Fence Posts, the first novella in this series. But that’s just fine because I love writing extras for my guys and I loved writing this story in particular.

(To read all the extras, visit the Counting series page.)

It was so nice to revisit a couple I knew really well, especially Henry and Marc–who were never meant to be a series, but decided they needed to be. (Story of my life, along with ever-increasing word count goals.)

I started writing Counting Out with one goal in mind: to end up with a super happy ever after, beyond the already pretty good happy ever after I delivered at the end of Counting on You. I wanted readers to close the cover on this one feeling as though this was it. That Marc and Henry are a team, forever and ever.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t keep writing them. They need a house next. And a dog and a couple of cats, and lots more cute and perhaps catastrophic moments together.

For now, though, I give you camping, as only Henry and Marc could manage it:

Counting Out (Counting #3.5)

Counting Out (1)Henry and Marc are going on vacation: seven days of camping and hiking in the Green Mountain National Forest. And this time, instead of getting stuck somewhere, they’re going to get lost. Before they’re found, they’ll visit a secluded waterfall, encounter a bear, and walk many hot sweaty miles. Marc will discover he hates trail mix and Henry will finally get an excuse to upgrade his cheap phone. There’s also a falling star and some super sweet wishes.

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A Family for Felix and Zed

I created Sim!Felix and Sim!Zed last year to celebrate two years of Chaos Station. I had so much fun playing the guys in a contemporary setting and couldn’t get over how much like their story counterparts they were. I selected their traits, so it shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was to see them acting like Felix and Zed. It was the little things. The stuff they did when I wasn’t watching over their shoulder. Their reactions. And the way their relationship blossomed out of the friendship they started with.

If you haven’t read the story I wrote for them last year, using screenshots from my play time, click here. With the third anniversary of the Chaos Station series approaching, I revisited my two favourite Sims and prepared to get busy with the kids I’d promised them. Continue reading “A Family for Felix and Zed”