Ch7 of The Search is at Beta, and I'm about halfway through the next chapter of BC.
Doc / Manuel the Wonder Llama is working on a Civil War Jasper fic titled, The Home Guard. Doc's expertise is in Civil War history so this should be a good slice of fiction meets history. If his story goes well then he and I will consider doing a story with Maria and Jasper focusing on the southern vampire wars.
I'm also working on a fic that I'll be putting out this fall and winter. It's Science Fiction meets angst. Dorothy's Ruby Slippers is beta'ing the story. Here's a snippet of the Prologue and the two POV's in Ch 1:
EPOV
Watching her like this was painful. I turned away from the two-way mirror and looked at Alice, my sister. She gave me a weak smile.
“I take it you saw this coming?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“This isn’t going to go well. I think she’d rather die than have me train her.”
Alice winced, and I knew that it was true.
“I wouldn’t count on that,” Jasper piped up from behind his wife.
“Jazz, I’d be willing to bet fifty dollars that those are her exact words when she finds out.” I turned back to the glass and fought the urge to go to her. I had to be professional. She was a trainee, and to make matters worse, she was with Jacob now. That was partially my own doing, and I had to live with that.
BPOV
A tremor shook the building. Jacob started to fall from his precariously balanced position next to me and I reached to push him back into his chair. I shoved a little too hard and pushed him through to the other side of the chair. He crashed to the floor. His finger was still depressed on the shutter of the camera and it flashed continuously.
The light gave the room an ominous feel … like a horror film. I expected someone with a chainsaw to turn up at any second. I scanned the room quickly as the tremors stopped and then looked down at Jacob. His face relaxed for a second but the camera continued to flash. Then, his eyes went wide. He was shouting something that I couldn’t quite make out.
There was only pain.
I was on the floor with something on my head, and I could smell blood.
JPOV
“Bella!” I shouted down the small entry hall. I heard soft voices and walked to the den. She’d turned on Food Network, most likely to avoid temptation. If she sat up and watched the news, then she’d want to be out there. I was the same way, except for the fact that I actually took days off and occasionally went on vacation; she didn’t.
I turned off the TV and knelt by her side. She hadn’t even bothered to change. Sleeping in her camisole and a skirt couldn’t be comfortable. She still looked like she’d been run through the ringer. Her face was bandaged with large gauze pads that had Betadine peeking out from under them. Her left wrist was in a splint resting across her chest. I could see the beginnings of bruises up and down her arms. This was the worst she’d had it in a while.
“Bells?” I touched her shoulder. She felt a bit cold. “Bells, honey, it’s time to wake up.” I gently shook her.
No reaction.
