Welcome to #WIPpetWednesday! Since Mama, Me, & the Holiday Tree has been released I’m sharing again from Keeping House, novel two in the Appalachian Elementals series.
I shared the prologue for Keeping House a while back (you can find it by clicking #WIPpetWednesday under the Topics dropbox to your right), and now I’m sharing from Chapter One.
But first, here’s the blurb for Keeping House as it stands now.
Appalachian Elementals #2
Coming in 2019 from Mountain Gap Books
Centenary Rhodes is caught in a deal she didn’t make. Thanks to her eternal lover, Stowne’s, quick thinking, she’ll live forever, but there’s a hitch. Cent’s now fey, and three months out of the year she’ll live on the other side of Embreeville Mountain among the Hunter Fey. She’ll work for their ruler, King Dane, and merge the Hunter’s illegal income into their ironworking business so the profits look legitimate.
As Cent begins wading through the anachronisms that come with being a Hunter, she learns that nothing is what it initially seems. Cent shares several past lives with Dane, who wants her back, and Stowne’s lied to Cent so many times that she’s having doubts about their marriage. To make matters worse, the past Hunter Kings are influencing Dane’s behavior, and the youngest Hunter, Brinn, might well be the most dangerous of them all.
It’s going to be a cold, dark spring, and Cent needs to unite both sides of Embreeville mountain before her eternal life, her relationship with Dane, and her marriage to Stowne come permanently undone.
Here’s my #WIPpet math for 11/7/18: 7-1-1-1=4 paragraphs from Keeping House, novel two in the Appalachian Elementals series
“Well, hell.” Centenary Rhodes sat on the bed with her long legs crossed, staring at the bag she’d be taking with her. She didn’t want to leave the homestead, especially with all the improvements taking place, but she knew she had to go. The Brigid sabbat meant the beginning of Spring, new life, new— she peered through the homestead’s wavy-glass windows at the snow-covered ground. It looked nothing like Spring, like— she shivered and turned toward her eternal spouse, Stowne. “I’m not going.”
“You must.” Stowne placed her bag on the floor and sat beside her. “It is part of the deal.”
“Dane doesn’t have any damn right to me.” Cent moved her hands into her lap to clench them. “I’d sooner die.”
“But you cannot die, asiule ehu. You are immortal, like me.” They turned to face Cent when she sighed. Stowne was in the form Cent liked best, tall, broad-shouldered, and androgynous as any Human could be, but Stowne wasn’t Human at all. They were an earth elemental, dirt and sand and rock, and the ancient soul of Embreeville Mountain where Cent and her family lived. Appalachian, so very Appalachian, and as unique and old as the mountains themselves. Her elemental. Her lover, companion, and spouse. Cent had lived over a hundred lives, and Stowne had waited for her return every time she’d died, but now… Stowne worried their hands. “You are correct. Dane does not have any right to your physical presence, but your accounting abilities— we agreed that you will assist in her business dealings between Brigid and Beltane. That is only three months.”
Three months? A whole lot can happen in an hour, much less ninety days. Buckle up, Cent. Things are about to become, um, complicated.
*WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop hosted by Emily Wrayburn wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.