A Tale of Spiders and Canned Soup – teaser

In a few weeks my new novel “A Tale of Spiders and Canned Soup” will be out.

The blurb can be found here.

“A knock on the open door brought her back to reality. And there Mika was. Light blue eyes, widened as if from exertion and a panting, strawberry mouth. Her hair, a golden messy thing, stood out in every direction as if she had been running against the wind. She was wearing a small green T-shirt that accentuated her slim waist and sinewy arms and combined with baggy jeans she gave the impression of a rag doll. A pretty rag doll. But a rag doll nonetheless.

Pauline shook her head to get rid of her stray thoughts and plastered a professional smile on her face.  

“Ms Lister?” The rag doll’s voice was soft and held together despite the breathlessness.

“Mika?” Pauline made a gesture to the chair in front of her desk. “Come in and sit down.”

*

Mika felt her cheeks strain as she met her new mentor’s smile. She sat down on the chair, willing her heart to stop trying to hammer its way out of her chest. She couldn’t believe she was late for her first meeting with her mentor; she could have physically slapped herself. Sorry, Molly, I can’t believe I’m screwing up already. She reached into her pockets and closed her fingers around her keychain. As the edges of the key dug into the flesh of her palm, she felt herself grow calmer.

“Hello.” Apparently her mentor was Australian. “My name is Pauline Lister.”

“Mika Sinclair,” Mika murmured even though Pauline already knew her name. “Nice to meet you.” Her mentor had short brown hair and was wearing a burgundy shirt. She looked nice. Professional and put together.

“You too.” Pauline said curtly. “I trust you found your way here no problem?”

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry for being late.” Mika nodded. And I would have come on time if I hadn’t decided to visit Philip, Becky and Natalie. She sighed when she thought about how her little foster siblings had cried when she said goodbye. She had had to pry Natalie’s fingers from her neck to even be able to leave.

“So I think we should go through the classes you’re having this semester, and you also have some choices to make.”

 “Oh?” Mika took out her notepad and a pen and got ready. She hoped that Pauline wouldn’t make her opt out of her health and social care class.

“First, I need to ask you what kind of degree you’re hoping for at the end of your studies.”

Mika felt her face heat.

“Well, I applied for a joint degree of sociology and history, but…” Her face was getting hotter and hotter and she prayed to God that her cheeks weren’t as red as she dreaded they were. “I wanted to exchange my sociology classes for anatomy, and a health and social class.”

 Pauline raised one eyebrow.

“It let me do that online.”

“Did it now?” Pauline looked at her own screen and clicked at something.  “You need to take at least one sociology class, I’m afraid. Introduction to sociology is mandatory.”

Mika frowned. She had hoped to trick the system somehow.

“Mika?”

She raised her head and their gazes met.

“Why are you studying sociology if you’re not interested in it?”

Because it’s what Molly would have wanted to study.

 Mika sighed.

“It doesn’t matter. Can I keep my anatomy class?”

Pauline looked puzzled but didn’t say anything else. She looked at the screen again.

“Yes you can. This semester you can take Introduction to sociology, one history class and one anatomy class.”

Mika nodded. She hugged the key tighter, not caring if it broke the skin. She fixated Pauline with her gaze, pleading her not to ask anything more.

“I can see here that you want to take Vikings class.” Pauline smiled and this time her smile looked more genuine and less out of politeness.

“Yes.” Mika nodded. She had looked at the different history classes the university offered and that had been the least boring one.

“Then I can only congratulate you on an amazing choice.” Pauline looked back at her screen but kept the easy smile.

“Huh?”

“That’s one of mine.””

N is for NaNoWriMo

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I know that I’m really on the letter M but since my dog Sheeba fell into eternal sleep on Sunday, the only M I can think of is mourning. I need a distraction and what better distraction is there than NaNoWriMo!

NaNoWriMo for those who don’t know is a challenge to write 50 000 words in a month, basically write a whole novel give or take. You can learn more about the challenge here, however I’m in no way affiliated with that website. In fact I don’t even have an account there. I’m just doing this in my own little bubble.

So what does this mean?

It means I’ll try to post the word count of the day on my twitter.

It means I’ll use this challenge to write every day which I usually don’t do during working weeks.

The last time I did this challenge was back in 2012 or something silly like that so it’s very overdue.

It would be kind of nice to finish another novel before 2018 too and if I do this and manage, I would be so proud of myself.

I’ve already written about 4000 words on the project, these words will not be counted towards the challenge.

A piece of advice to myself:

If I write around 1600-1700 words per day I will meet the goal. Just under 2k words isn’t a problem. On those days when I feel like writing more, I will. I doubt I’ll write every day for 30 days so it’s good to build up a buffer on the days I can.

Anybody else doing the challenge?

Kerosene and a Spark (lesbian romance)

A.N: This is not “enemies to lovers”, but more “lovers to enemies”. Also NSFW and all that.  After writing the blog post yesterday I sat down to write non-stop. This is the result.


Ela loved power. She always had and probably always would. Her title, queen, was more than just a nickname since her dad dying. She had a proper throne now and the sentences she gave out stuck. Her word was law. However, this was not what she had wanted. The sword in her hand. The neck in front of her.

Kero’s neck.

It didn’t seem so long ago that Ela had pressed her teeth into that soft skin. Bit it. Not gently. It didn’t matter. Kero had always made her pay afterwards. Their trysts more battle than love-making. But Ela had never wanted to kill her. This was not what their dalliance was supposed to lead to. This was wrong.

“You might as well kill me.” Kero’s voice was husky as always, just the sound of it made Ela’s insides twist. Stupid woman, she thought, if Kero just could have been normal… Like everyone else. Or if she could have just not been a criminal. That would have been helpful. “Just do it. What are you, a chicken?”

“You dare to judge me?” Despite her harsh words, Ela kept her tone soft. “You want to die?”

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Before the Emergency

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Author note:

The story you’re about to read is not a story like my usual stories. It’s possible to read it as a standalone story, but otherwise it’s about the main protagonists that you will meet in my first novel “State of Emergency” which is to be published later this week. It contains snippets on how Mercedes and Idun fell in love. 

Cover is by the talented Deniz Pekin.

Beta read by my dear friends K and Narcosynthesis.

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… and they called it puppy love

“Rae?”

The soft voice by her door made Rae lift her head. She had ignored the earlier yells from somewhere in the house, but her homework wasn’t interesting enough to ignore Leone looking at her shyly.

“Can I come in?”

Why are you here? Leone had never visited her room like this before.

 Rae nodded and moved her chair back so there was enough room for Leone to come inside the tiny bedroom. “Of course it is.”

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Bubble and Squeak (short lesfic, romance)

Beta read by my lovely friend K.

 Hannah glanced at the tall figure next to her. Seeing Jane on her feet, smiling and alive was more than fantastic. If it wasn’t for the scrapes on her cheek, the black eye and the left arm resting in a sling, Hannah could almost pretend that everything was normal and that the past couple of weeks hadn’t happened.

 She reached for another potato to peel and in the same moment Jane reached for another egg. Their fingers brushed over the counter.

“Oh, sorry.” Hannah blushed as their eyes met briefly and she hurried to focus on the potato in front of her.

No. Nothing was normal. Nothing would ever be normal again. Everything was new and exciting and terrifying, all at the same time.

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What Have You Done To Me? (short lesfic, erotic romance)

Or The Queen of Fire and the Empress of Ice

“I knew you would come.” Rafaela, queen of the Reattlen, couldn’t keep the smirk of her face as she looked at the intruder in her chamber.

Talanamar, the leader of the Eibmoz – a people made up of only mercenaries – walked towards her on visibly stiff legs. Rafaela hated the way Tala walked, it reminded her of old injuries, and yet it was something she wouldn’t change. It was part of Tala, part of her past and her present. Probably her future too.

 Not that Rafaela would know of Tala’s future. Their time together was over now. Rafaela had called for help across the five domains and Tala had answered. She had, together with over five thousand soldiers, come to the Reattlen’s aid. The threat was gone. The Eibmoz had to return to the Frozen Lower Islands now.

“Yeah well… You made it clear, my queen.” Tala sounded pained. “You made it clear that you wanted me to come to you. I couldn’t find it in myself to refuse.”

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