Category - Work In Progress

WIP Wednesday: Between the Devil and the Pacific Blue

Today I'm sharing a little snippet from a short story I'm writing called: Between the Devil and the Pacific Blue.

I'm trying to really find my noir voice with this one. This is just a first draft, no editing yet. It's about a hotel house dick named Humphrey Ralston who meets a young man named Franklin Fairchild.

Franklin has been staying at the Pacific Blue Hotel waiting for his fate to arrive. He knows wherever he ends up, it'll be unpleasant. Not long ago, he escaped from a volatile relationship he'd never intended to have, and after gaining his freedom, he's about to lose it again, only this time, he doesn't feel he can stand the loss.

Humphrey is just coasting through life. He's had enough unpleasantness in his past to last him a lifetime, and believes if he doesn't expect anything from anyone, then he's less likely to be disappointed. The last thing he needs is to get involved with a hotel guest as balled up as Franklin, but the longer he's around the troubled man, the more he starts to realize he doesn't really have a choice.

From Chapter 1


Walking down the deserted hall, I stopped just short of the stone archway and listened. It was a waltz, one of those sweeping, haunting ones that carried memories of a distant past. The kind whose imprint lingered well after its final note had faded, much like the man in the gray, three-piece suit settled on the salmon-colored armchair listening to it. His eyes were closed, long lashes resting on fair cheeks, a smooth angular face with a strong jaw and a good mouth. He was tall, slender, fine looking. The sort of fellow who only stopped in dives like this on his way to something better, except Franklin Fairchild had gotten lost along the way.  His hair was black and neatly styled, his eyes dark and bright as a midnight sky. How did I know about his eyes? I had seen them every night for the last six months.

“Mr. Ralston,” Fairchild greeted quietly, his nice lips lifting slightly on one side. His eyes were still closed, but I knew once they were open, they would be intense and haunting, kind of like that waltz. “Your lurking is distracting.” He opened those impressive peepers and turned his head slightly, his gaze capturing mine and holding on tight. “Much about you distracts me.”

The way his voice subtly dipped in pitch had me taking an interest in the faded blue-green carpet at my feet.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you, Mr. Fairchild. I was just doing my rounds.”

Fairchild gave a soft laugh that crawled up under my skin and made itself at home. He had a nice voice. Lulling, quiet, and in no hurry to get to where it was going, much like Fairchild himself.  

“Funny how your rounds lead you here every night just before two. Worried I’ll skip out on the bill?” He was razzing me, I knew, but it somehow fell flat. My guess was that insomnia wasn’t the only thing keeping Fairchild up at this hour.

“Not really,” I replied, and that was the honest truth. Though if he did try, I reckoned I wouldn’t be too sore about it. That alone should have been my warning to stay away from the mug.

“Just worried then?”

Franklin Fairchild had been here six months, only leaving his room late in the evening after everyone had gone to bed, and then all he did was come downstairs to listen to the radio. He took all his meals in his room, didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t have visitors, and didn’t interact with another soul other than to say the cursory ‘thank you’ when necessary. I seemed to be the exception to the rule. It made me feel kind of responsible. I didn’t much care for that. “You seem like a smart fella, Mr. Fairchild. I’d hate to see those smarts splattered all over the pavement.”

His big, dark eyes widened and his cheeks went rosy in hue. It was a good look for him. Obviously, he didn’t think so, because those nice full lips frowned at me. “I see,” was all he said. He turned his gaze back to the radio, which was now playing a lovely little melody about The Day You Came Along.

How apropos.

“I’m sorry if I offended you.” I realized then how much that sounded like an apology. Aside the fact that it was about as common an occurrence with me as a government tax break, I had no clue what the hell I was apologizing for. I wasn’t the one thinking about taking a swan dive off an eighth floor balcony, passing my misery onto some sap who didn’t know when to leave well enough alone.  Well, that was just ace.

Fairchild stood, his slender frame rising from the chair with all the ease and grace of a dancer. He was about my height and size, without the added bulk. There was the slightest bit of crookedness to his nose, one noticeable only to a mug like me who had suffered from his fair share of them. What I didn’t understand was how a handsome and refined fella like Fairchild had ended up with a broken nose. I was pretty good at sizing people up, finding their angle. It was my job, had been my job once. Six months and all I knew about the guy was what my gut told me. And that was that Fairchild was a man at the end of his rope.

***


LiAW Tease

workinprogressWelcome! Today I'll be teasing you with a little snippet from my LiAW story. I'm afraid the title is still hush hush, but all shall be revealed soon. In the meantime, hope you enjoy this little taste, and if you fancy taking a guess at which title is mine, you can check out the list of titles here.

As far as when stories will become available, Jen has stated that in the next few weeks, she'll be starting the story folder and the pre-threads for all the stories, including the original request/prompt and header data we've provided, as well as genre, word count, tags, and such. Stories will start getting posted in about 4 weeks. 2 per day for about 10 weeks. Awesome stuff.

If you'd like to try and coax a little more out of me (or just want to ogle Harley some more), you can post in the original thread here.

(From Chapter 3)

For a guy Harlan’s size, he moved damned quick. He had a fistful of Danny’s shirt and was dragging him across the room before Nathan had even gotten to his feet. “Harley, wait!” Nathan took off after them. He didn’t know how the hell he was going to fix this; he just knew he had to.

“Get the fuck out,” Harlan growled and all but tossed Danny down the front steps and onto the pavement, where he hit the concrete path hard, accompanied by a string of curses.

Nathan ran out the door and down the steps to help Danny to his feet. “Jesus, Harley. Was that really necessary?” When he received no reply, he looked up and his heart all but stopped. The expression on Harlan’s face was one Nathan had never witnessed from his lover before, and the gravity of the situation struck him like a jolt of electricity. He ran to catch Harlan before he could disappear into the house. The moment he touched Harlan’s arm, his back was slammed into the wall.

“You too.”

“What?” A lump formed in his throat at the anger and pain in Harlan’s eyes. “Harley, please, let me explain.” One minute his lover’s hand was around his neck, the next minute the barrel of a revolver had joined it.

“Get out of my sight, or I swear the next thing you’ll be kissing is the bullet that comes out of my gun.”

Nathan had never seen Harlan like this. There was no telling what he would do if Nathan pushed him enough. When he spoke, he did his best to sound calm. “It wasn’t what it looked like.”

***

Jen has updated the tags. Mine you'll be able to figure out quite quickly. Lol. Now the title. Well, we'll if anyone manages to guess that one! ;)


WIP Wednesday: The Auspicious Troubles of Chance

This week's sneak peak is from my upcoming long novella: The Auspicious Troubles of Chance, which is currently in production with Dreamspinner Press.

This particular story is an emotional tale told through the point of view of the main character, Chauncey Irving, or 'Chance' as he's to be known. There's drama, heartache, humor, romance, and some spicy scenes.

A little bit about it:

Starting in 1934, Chance sweeps us up into his world, one of tribulations, hope, love, and loss. He takes us back in time to his life in the early 1900s where as a runaway orphan on the streets of New York City, he gets everything he's always dreamed of, only to lose it all one fell swoop, setting off a chain reaction that leads him down a dangerous path of vice and self-destruction. With every passing day, his life spirals more and more out of his control until he finds himself enlisting in the French Foreign Legion in the mid-1920s.

In the middle of the desert, he meets the handsome and heroic Jacky Valentine. Jacky is big, strong, ruggedly handsome and—when he’s not turning purple from his claustrophobia, too cheerful for his own good. He has no personal boundaries, a devilish sense of humor, and is too charming for Chance’s liking. Not only does Chance find himself having to deal with the very new and disturbing feelings Jacky seems to be triggering within him, but he also has to deal with the man’s unofficially adopted brood: three misfit teenagers Jacky’s taken under his wing, all of whom are just as grumpy and broken as Chance.

This is the story of a young man, clinging onto hope and finding the will to move toward a future where he can become the man he knows is buried somewhere deep inside, and perhaps even find the love and family he never thought he’d have again.



Here's a scene:



(please note this is pre-edits)

At this point I had to decide whether my pride was worth the price of losing a leg, especially since my not listening to him is what had gotten me into this mess in the first place. “Can you help me, please?” I stretched the bag up to him, and braced myself as he grinned broadly and took it from me.

“Of course I can, Hummingbird. That’s what I’m here for.”

“I thought it was to make my life miserable,” I muttered, ignoring the pet name. Did I mention the pet names? Except now he was doing it to annoy me. Also, they weren’t just any pet names. Oh no. This was Jacky we were talking about.

He arched an eyebrow at me as he knelt down, and roughly tore at the cloth around my wound. Opening the bag, he proceeded to take out various sharp looking implements, none of them being the one I wanted most. I jumped with a yelp when he stuck one of the shiny metal forceps into my leg.

“Where’s the M?” I cried anxiously, refusing to believe he was about to do this without giving me anything to numb the pain.

“Sorry, Buttercup. There ain’t none.” He continued to dig around, and I grabbed my leg fiercely, gritting my teeth as newly formed drops of sweat starting dripping down my brow.

“What do you mean there ain’t none?” I felt the color draining from my face as I started to panic. Snatching the bag, I emptied its contents onto the ground. Damn it all to hell, he was right. Everything in the bag was designed to bring me pain, none of it to ease it. What kind of medical bag didn’t have any morphine? I held my leg tightly, the pain excruciating. At one stage, I thought I was going to either black out or be sick. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ll lose the leg.”

“Too late.” He flicked his wrist and the bullet popped out. He caught it, wiped it up, and stuck it in his pocket. I wanted to ask what he was going to do with it, but I was too busy sweating over the sharp, curved slice of metal he'd started threading.

“Shit, you mean it’s not over?”

He shook his head as he started to stitch me up. “You can hardly walk around with a gaping hole, now can you?”

I snorted. “You do, and you seem just fine.”

He tugged at the needle, and I saw stars. “Jesus Christ!” That earned me another tug. “What the hell was that one for?”

“Blasphemy.”

“Since when are you religious?”

“I’m not, but someone else might be.”

I couldn’t believe he managed to say that with a straight face. I wanted to beat the hell out of him. I even pulled back a fist then begrudgingly put it back down with a resigned sigh. If I swung at him, I’d just come off as more of a pansy than I already felt. I probably had about as much strength in me at the moment as a wet noodle. Also, he had sort of helped me out. I suppose. With a hearty pat on the shoulder, he grinned. “Like I said, Snuggle-pup, that’s what I’m here for.” He started to get up and suddenly paused, patting his front pockets with a frown.

“What?” I asked warily.

He pulled out a thin, long metal box, and smiled brightly. “Huh, would you look at that? There was some M after all.”

***

Chance not only has a talent for stirring up trouble, but for rubbing people the wrong way--except for Jacky of course. The man has some unholy, inexhaustible supply of good cheer, much to Chance's annoyance. Of course, even nice guys like Jacky have a limit. Question is, will Chance be the first to push him toward it?


x Charlie x

WIP Wednesday: (Remi & Hawk Book 2)

Hello all! Today I'm sharing a snippet from Remi and Hawk's next adventure.

I've slowly been working on this between other deadlines but I'm hoping to get a lot more of it done soon.

Remi has had a lot on his plate lately, and his stress levels have been somewhat high, to say the least. He's spent the last six months putting together a very important society ball which will be held at his tea house less than a month from now. Also, his younger brother Chess, has just arrived from England and is living with him and Hawk. If that wasn't enough, Remi and Hawk have to hide their relationship from Chess, until Remi figures out a way to tell his brother that Hawk is more than just his roommate-- if he can bring himself to tell him at all.

Add that to the fact that Hawk has been acting rather strange lately, snapping at Remi and distancing himself. Remi is starting to wonder if their social differences is finally starting to get to Hawk, despite his lover's insistence that it's not. What's an Englishman to do?


***

Chess placed his tea cup gently on his saucer and looked up at his brother with those big, innocent sapphire eyes, bringing the hair on the back of Hawk’s neck to stand on end. “Remi?”

“Hm?” Remi replied, lifting his own tea cup to his lips and taking a sip.

“Do you believe that men who bugger other men are condemned to hell?”

What followed would have put the Marx Brothers to shame. Remi spat out a mouthful of tea, and in an effort not get any of the stuff on him, Hawk shoved himself away from the table, unaware of how close his chair was to the carpet. As soon as the back legs hit, he toppled backward. No amount of flailing helped him regain his balance, and in an effort to save himself, he made a grab for the table leg, snatching a fistful of tablecloth instead. Everything came crashing to the floor with him, the moving tablecloth jerking Remi’s elbow from under him and sending the entire contents of the water pitcher in his hand into his face.

In a tangle of cloth, Hawk scrambled to his feet, cursing under his breath as china crunched beneath him, and silverware poked his backside. Finally on his feet, he looked over at Remi who was sputtering and parting his now drenched hair away from his eyes. They both turned to Chess who sat wide-eyed, rosy-cheeked, and immaculate at the end of the table. How could something so small unleash so much chaos? Chess tilted his head to one side and studied them.

“Is that a yes?”

***

x Charlie x

WIP Wednesday: What's the Story Morning Glory?

Welcome to today's Work In Progress Wednesday! Every author has his or her own way of doing things on everything from how they work out their characters, to what they feed their plot bunnies in order to get them to mass produce. Some authors need to make outlines and plan everything out to the end while some just start typing away and make it up as they go along.
You'll find all kinds of advice columns on what the best way is to do this or that, but really it all comes down to what works for you. There's always something to take away from all those great posts which can help you improve your craft, but again, it's up to you.

When it comes to works in progress, some authors can start a story, work straight through it and in chronological order. Wish I could, but my mind just doesn't work that way. I always have a minimum of two stories that I'm working on. No matter how enthusiastic I am about what I'm writing, at some point, I will smack into that proverbial wall face first.

When I hit that wall, I turn and move in a different direction. Yep, it's very much like a maze. You know your story's ending is in the middle of that maze, you just have to maneuver your way through, which isn't easy because you've not been in this particular maze before. Yes, I am a pantser.

Sometimes characters will come to me first, sometimes the story. I roughly make notes and outlines that most folks wouldn't be able to decode. So I start at the beginning of my maze and very soon there's a lot of walking, backtracking, cursing, and at some point I hit that wall, use my trusty sledgehammer I keep around for such an occasion and have a whack at it. Sometimes the wall crumbles, sometimes it's fortified with whatever godly substance was used to forge Thor's hammer.

Analogies aside, I get stuck. I spend a few hours just sitting, thinking, and working things out in my head. If it's a no go, then I stop, and move onto something else. That way, by the time I get stuck on something in that story, when I go back to my original story (and I always do), it's fresh and I get a lot more done. A good deal of the time, those little brick walls crumble when my head hits the pillow at night.

My guess is that it's the only time of day where I'm not pushing myself. I'm relaxing because I don't have to do anything but sleep. So of course, that's when my brain starts going over my story, picturing scenes, and dialogue starts flowing. I learned a long time ago to keep a handy little notebook with book light and pen next to where I sleep.

So right now between edits, I'm working on Remi & Hawk's next adventure (title still out in the ether somewhere) and Julius' book which I've titled A Rose by Any Other Name. Remi and Hawk's second book is set a year later in 1935, and it's proving to be quite a challenge because there are three separate plot points happening at the same time.

Julius' book is set in 1927, two years after Roses In The Devil's Garden (my LiAW story). I wish I could say that it was a clever little move on my part to include a rose in the title of Julius' book, but apparently my subconscious knows more than I do, because although I knew I wanted to refer to a rose or roses due to the story's theme, I only just noticed the connection when I typed out both titles together for the first time in this post. Yep, that's me all over. Of course, now I know that Danny's book will also have a title with rose in it. A trilogy! Woohay! My WIP list grows.

How about you? Whether you're a writer or not, do you find yourself working on many things at once? Or do you start one thing and work through it until it's done before moving onto the next?


x Charlie x  

WIP Wednesday: A Rose by Any Other Name

workinprogressWelcome to this week's WIP Wednesday. Seeing as how my Love Is Always Write story, Roses in the Devil's Garden has gone up, I'm going to share a snippet of the second story in this series, A Rose by Any Other Name, which takes place two years later in 1927.
Julius Knight is at the top of his game. As the leading act at The Pantheon-- an Ancient Greek themed Cabaret at Club Parisian, Julius uses his beauty and charm to enchant and bring wealthy men to their knees. They lavish him with money, expensive gifts, and adoration. Life is fast, frivolous, and free. But appearances can be deceiving, and it will take department store heir Edward Clarence, to show Julius that not only is real love more than just a fantasy, it also doesn't come with a price tag.
In this scene, Julius and Edward meet for the first time. It's Edward's 30th birthday, and he's just returned to New York after spending 5 years abroad working in his father's London and Paris office.  To celebrate, his wayward cousin Maxfield, and best friend, Albert, have dressed Edward up in a (revealing and rather short) Chlamys, and now he somehow finds himself in Julius' dressing room.
Chapter Three
Julius turned and the witty remark died on his lips. “You’re not Ares.”
The man sitting in his favorite white armchair looked down at himself as if to verify the fact. “No,” he replied with a shake of his head, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth as he looked back up at Julius. “Merely a mortal.”   Amusing fellow, Julius thought wryly. “I see.” He cocked his head to one side, his gaze brazenly raking over every inch of the man. How had he managed to get in? Granted, many have tried, but none had succeeded, not without Julius’ approval. Yet, here he was, looking as if he wanted to be somewhere else. Not the usual response he was accustomed to, and certainly not from a man who had somehow broken into his dressing room.   Assessing the man, he had to admit, the fellow was rather pleasing to the eye, plenty-rugged, if not a little stiff. He was handsome, muscular, broad- shouldered. Nice legs, Julius mused, nice toes, too. Hygiene was non-negotiable. He preferred his men in shape, clean, and trimmed. All of which his mystery guest seemed to be. Despite being a little on the old fashioned side, the fellow’s black hair was neatly parted on one side. He had a nice tan that made his sharp hazel eyes stand out, a bottom lip fuller than the top, smooth chiseled jaw, and enough hair to make him perceptibly masculine without turning him into a fur coat. He wasn’t anything to write home about. At least that was Julius’ initial thought. However, on further inspection, there was something about the slight fidget, the hands clasped between the knees, the fascination in his gaze as he looked around the room that held Julius’ attention. It was almost… sweet.   Well, that just wouldn’t do at all. Julius sauntered over, bringing the most amusing little jump from his guest as he perched himself on the chair’s armrest and swung his legs up, delicately resting his feet on the man’s thigh. His handsome guest swallowed visibly and Julius smiled at the man’s obvious discomfort.   “What’s your name, sailor?” Julius purred, slipping his fingers into that thick jet-black hair. It was surprisingly silky and soft, not saturated with pomade. Unfortunately some of his guests wore so much of the stuff; Julius feared they might go up in flames at any moment. Considering how much smoking went on in the place, he surprised it hadn’t happened already.   “Edward,” the man stated as if he were standing before a court judge, his chest rising and falling a little quicker now.   “And what do you do for a living, Edward?” Julius asked.   “I’m a business manager, for Clarence & Co. Department Stores,” Edward replied a little nervously.   Julius should have known. Just another dapper daddy out for a night of scandalous behavior before returning to his office desk in the morning, pretending for all the world that his soul wasn’t as damned as the wanton degenerate he had had his way with the night before. After all, they were all ‘normal’ men, while men like Julius were the deviants.   They were all the same, and the more money they had, the worse they were. Julius was no fool. He knew these frivolous times wouldn’t last. Which was why—he reminded himself—he smiled and batted his lashes for men like Edward. Poor fellow, he was clearly in over his head. Julius was rather certain he hadn’t seen him around here before. He would have remembered.   “And what exactly where you hoping for, Edward?” Julius asked, his right hand caressing Edward’s cheek. He made his way slowly down his neck, over his collarbone, down his chest. His middle finger ghosted over Edward’s nipple, bringing a gasp from him. And he was wonderfully responsive to the touch.  Hm...   Julius had to admit he was enjoying himself more than he thought he would. By now, anyone else would have been groping, gripping, and spanking. Oh, but he did enjoy a good spanking, but not from just anyone. From the right person, it was titillating. From the wrong person, it irritated Julius to the point of physical retaliation, as in a good slap to face and an end to the evening. Edward looked like he was going to pass out at any moment, whether from fright or pleasure was anyone’s guess.   “Nothing,” Edward replied when he found his voice.   “Nothing?” Julius pouted, sliding one foot down Edward’s thigh and under his costume until his toes found what he was looking for, giving Edward a start. “Oh, but this doesn’t feel like nothing to me. In fact, it feels like something, a very big and hard something.” And that was no lie. Dear, dear Edward was deliciously endowed. Shame he was such a wet blanket. Edward gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I’m a little uh…”   “Excited?” Julius finished for him with a wicked smile.   “Yes, well, difficult not be under such circumstances.” Edward slowly and carefully nudged Julius’ foot away from his groin. Well now, wasn't this just dandy? First time anyone had ever pushed him away. Julius could certainly have some fun with this one.     Well, hope you all enjoyed that! I'll let you know on the progress of the story. Oh, and Harley and Nate show up in this story, too. ;  
x Charlie x

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WIP Wednesday: What Exactly ARE You Working On?

Hello all! Welcome to this week's WIP Wednesday. So I've been writing a lot lately and as I work on quite a few things at once, I realize I'm starting to confuse a few folks, especially with a new release coming out this month. Don't worry, I confuse myself all the time.

I decided today I would get a little organized so you all get an idea what's going on and don't feel overwhelmed by all them heroes popping out of the woodwork. Welcome to my world. Here's a compass, some maps, and instructions. Watch your step, and don't worry about signing any waivers, you'll be just fine.

Current Series in Progress: (The actual collections don't have names yet) I've listed them in the order I'm working on them, though that's subject to change and if deadlines and such come up, one story might be put on temporary hold.Anything that's listed as 'In queue' means it's on my to do list, just not sure when it'll be started yet.



♥ Book 1: Roses in the Devil's Garden (Short story. Part of the Goodreads MM Romance Group Love Is Always Write event. Available for free)

Main Characters:  Prohibition Agent Harlan Mackay Prohibition Agent Nathan Riley

Secondary Characters:
Julius Knight
Detective John Flynn
Prohibition Agent Danny Brogan

Year: 1925


♥ Book 2: A Rose by Any Other Name (Novella. Am working on this now, 26k written)

Main Characters:
Julius Knight (Eros)
Edward Joseph Clarence Jr.

Secondary Characters:
Lawry Reinhart (Himerus)
Maxfield Clarence (Edward's cousin) 
Terry Talbot (Pothos)
Albert Harrison (Edward's best friend)
Davie Williams (Anteros)
Christopher Masin (Ares)


Crossover Characters:
Harlan, Nathan (From Book 1)
Christopher Masin (mentioned in Book 1)

Year: 1927


♥ Book 3: Untitled (In queue)

Main Characters:
Danny Brogan
John Flynn

Secondary Characters:
Harlan, Nathan (From Book 1)

Year: Not yet decided.


♥ Book 1: The Amethyst Cat Caper (Available to buy)

Main Characters:
Remington Trueblood
Detective Stanley Hawk

Secondary Characters:
The Gentleman Thief
Tom Winchell

Year: 1934


♥ Book 2: Untitled (Am also working on this. Will be completed after A Rose by Any Other Name)

Main Characters:
Remington Trueblood
Detective Stanley Hawk
Chester Trueblood 

Secondary Characters:
Maxfield Clarence, Lawry Reinhart (also in A Rose by Any Other Name)
Tom Winchell
Clyde Morris

Year: 1935



♥ Book 1: The Auspicious Troubles of Chance (Available to buy from Dreamspinner Press June 20th)

Main Characters:
Chauncey 'Chance' Irving (Legionnaire)
Jacky Valentine (Commandant)

Secondary Characters:
Johnnie Wolfe (Legionnaire, part of Jacky's unofficially adopted brood)
Bobby Haven (Legionnaire, part of Jacky's unofficially adopted brood)
Alexander Read (Legionnaire, part of Jacky's unofficially adopted brood)
Dr. Henry Young

Year: Spans a good portion of Chance's life. Early 1900s, most takes place during the 1920s, up to early 1930s.


♥ Book 2: Untitled (Next in queue)

Main Characters:
Johnnie Wolfe
Dr. Henry Young


Secondary Characters:

Chauncey 'Chance' Irving
Jacky Valentine
Bobby Haven
Alexander Read

Crossover Characters:
Julius Knight 
Edward Joseph Clarence Jr.

Year: 1934

♥ Book 3: Untitled (In queue)

Main Characters:
Bobby Haven
Alexander Read

Secondary Characters:
Chauncey 'Chance' Irving
Jacky Valentine
Johnnie Wolfe
Dr. Henry Young

Crossover Characters:
Chester Trueblood
TBC

Year: Not sure yet

♥ Intro: When Love Walked In (Available to buy)

Main Characters:
Private Investigator Bruce Shannon
Jace Scarret

Secondary Characters:
Mittens
Joe Applin (from the pie shop)

Year: 1933



♥ Book 1: Untitled (In queue) The first book in Bruce's PI series

Main Characters:
Private Investigator Bruce Shannon
Jace Scarret

Secondary Characters:
Mittens
Joe Applin
TBC


Year: 1934


So.... Dizzy yet?  There are a couple of others that are maybes for now, so I won't list them here yet as I won't even be looking at them until I've let these fellas say their piece.

Here's the list of what I'm working on in order. Anything 'In queue' may be shuffled about. There could possible also be some short stories in between. We'll see.

1. A Rose by Any Other Name (Julius' book)
2. Remi and Hawk Book 2
3. Johnnie and Henry's book (In queue)
4. Bruce's Series, Book 1 (In queue)
5. Bobby and Alexander (In queue)
6. Danny and John's Book (In queue)

Phew! Glad we made it out of that one. If anyone has any questions about any of the fellas or their stories, feel free to ask. Also, if you're wondering what the whole 'crossover characters' is about, you can read all about it here. Warning, you might want to keep that compass at the ready.

* link is all fixed now. Sorry about that! :D

x Charlie x






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