I’m wrapping up the Second Endings series with the last book Hidden Gods.
I don’t have a publication date yet, but its in the writing phase, and I know exactly where this story is headed.
There’s dancing, a little danger, and sun screen. IYKYK
Here’s a little hint at what’s happening:
I frenetically sketched in my notebook. I had a stacks of them. One waiting to be used, and a second one full of calculations and number crunching.
As romance readers we are always in search of the next book boyfriend.
This month I present for your consideration: Scottie.
The himbo, ADHD, gamer, OG pig himself: Scottie. Scottie loves a good running joke, he can’t seem to help it, he’s a pig.
He’s made a name for him self as a content creator, and has a bit of a glow-up through out the trilogy.
Where stuff happens…
Marshall managed to wrangle up a log, with the reluctant help of the kid that stuck around. The kid was so enthralled with the airship he wasn’t even interested in helping either friend get to the doctor about his ankle, or the preacher’s son to find a replacement meal for Mary.
Dropping the log, Marshal dusted his hands together. “It’s not nearly as fine as the furnishing in your home Mrs. Kessler, but it’s the best I can do at the moment.”
“It’s a far sight better than sitting on the ground, I dare say,” Mary commented.
Where Mary gets dressed…
Hand over hand, Mary hauled up the ladder. Wrapped around a few rungs was a mass of fabric.
“Ooh,” Mary breathed out appreciatively as she shook out the wadded up skit.
It was heavy, and patch-worked. As if it had been made converted from a quilt instead of made from scraps and patched together. She ran her fingers over the fine stitching of the quilting. This had to have come from the woman’s trousseau and been made into a heavy winter skirt out of necessity. Why else would someone cut up such fine workmanship?
Where Mary gets accosted…
“What the deuce is going on here?” Marshall yelled as he stumbled upon the scene.
Three men were struggling to haul down The Profound Name by its mooring ropes, while a fourth man rolled in the dirt clutching his ankle and groaning pitifully. Above them, in the gondola of the airship, Mary was hurling both insults and whatever small objects she could find.
Where Marshall goes shopping…
Mary crossed her arms and twisted in the dirt giving Marshall her back with one more loud, “Fine to I can handle this on my own.”
Marshall and the captain entered the very small main street where there was a tavern, what appeared to be a dry goods store.
He cast his gaze up and down the street, looking up and saw a small church at the end of the street.
He ran his hand through his hair. “Well, I dare say Mary is correct. I don’t know how to go about buying women’s clothing.”
Where Mary sits in the dirt…
“Those clouds are looking rather angry,” Mary said as she pointed to the ominous presence of weather. “What shall we do?”
“Why my dear Mary we will lower ourselves to sea level and strap in.”
“Against what?” she asked.
“Usually there’s a tree or something,” Captain Forsyth said with conviction. “What we need is a town.”
Where Marshall learns of some near daring dos…
“Are you certain we’re headed east?” asked Mary.
Captain Forsyth made an affirmative grunt.
She sank into herself. Overwhelmed with sudden exhaustion and emotion she couldn’t put a name on, Mary curled into a ball in the bottom of the gondola’s basket and more passed out then fell asleep.
Where Mary wonders if Captain Forsyth actually knows what he’s doing…
“What do you mean we’re headed east?” Mary demanded with a touch of alarm in her voice.
She raised up and looked out over the edge of the basket. “No, no, no, no, no. I demand you turn this contraption around immediately.”
“It’s not exactly that easy.” The captain confessed.
“It’s a ship, you’re a captain. Make it do what you want it to do.” Mary’s stomach plummeted. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing ground and time, not after the progress she literally fought to make across the barren and dangerous terrain.
“Yes, well, sometimes the winds have other plans for me,” Captain Forsyth confessed.
What do you do when your imaginary friends start pestering you with images of sexy male strippers and hot were-shifters? You write stories about them. Well, that's what I did! Oh, and then I combine them and toss them in a kilt for good measure!
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