hey, wanna read my new book the fever for free? and maybe help get me published in the process? i’m calling in every favor here. please help me out! if my fic or crappy sense of humor has ever entertained you…do this for me?
i wrote a novel with my writing/life partner jess (@jandco on twitter, go say hi, it’ll confuse her), and it was summarily rejected over 20 times; the few who bothered to respond all told us that the manuscript was great and don’t change a thing, it’s just that it won’t sell. we’re not #on trend, apparently.
hey, let’s prove them wrong!
it won’t cost you anything except whatever time it takes you to read an 83k word book. this particular website where you can read the fever occasionally offers publishing deals to the manuscripts posted there, if a lot of people read the entire thing (their site tracks that!) and leave good ratings/comments. you guys do this for me with my fanfiction all the time, so….????? would you be willing to go an extra step?
how to help me (no money required!):
go here toregister on swoon reads (it’s a great site, there are tons of unpublished books on there that you can read for free!). get your email verification, then go read (they even have an app so you can read right on your phone):
Jack Decker was exactly what Bex had been warned about by her mother. This was how a girl ended up in the fiery pits of the corners of hell reserved for perverts and carnal heathens, so she’d been told. It suddenly didn’t seem like such a bad place to be, if it was Jack Decker who led her there.
Gossip. Dirty dancing. Prejudice. Milkshakes spiked with whiskey.
It’s 1961 and no one knows it just yet, but a family from California is about to throw the entire town of Settler’s Mill into upheaval. The fierce and spirited Bex Wakefield will face the biggest fight of her life when the town turns on Jack Decker, an up-and-coming boxer. As for Jack, he’ll never see the knockout coming when Bex steps into his life.
What’s a girl to do when people would rather believe the lurid tales flying around town than the truth?
then leave an honest review when you’re done, please! apparently you can comment as you go, so if you wanna live comment, i mean. i won’t hate it. in fact, i freaking love that. also feel free to message me as you read, some people have been doing that the last couple of days and it’s been one of the best experiences of my life.
please, spread this to anyone you know who likes charming books with fun characters. or anyone who likes graphic descriptions of boxers all bloodied up and bulging. or anyone who likes girls in skirts threatening to shank men who do horrible things. or just if you like reading about two idiots falling in love.
and then come tell me what you thought of my book! i hope you guys love jack & bex, and also lulu and georgie. and vivi. and and and yeah, just go read, i’m begging of you.
the book does contain some sensitive topics, so if you’re worried about that, message me and i will gladly tell you what to expect. if you choose not to read, i won’t be offended. but maybe consider helping me spread the word?
Emma Swan is good at running- running towards danger and away from feelings. But on her return to Storybrooke she can’t run from the fact she’s pregnant with Walsh’s child, she really must make a decision on what she’s going to do and who she can trust to support her through it.
Everyone check out @captainswanbigbang to keep up with everything produced by the amazing authors and artists participating the the Little Bang!
(A note from the artist: oh my god this fic??? is amazing. the most unique and meaningful take on the S3 Finale AU I’ve ever read. heed the warnings as the content isn’t for the faint of heart, but is ultimately so, so worthwhile.)
Emma sits down hard on the chair, cradling her sore foot. There’s no chest there in Killian’s cabin, she thinks sourly.
Fucking Black Beard and fucking Isaac and god damn her life.
Ever the gentleman, Killian had offered up the captain’s cabin for her to use while they sailed back to fix whatever Isaac had done. According to Henry, it wasn’t a curse exactly, but being swept into a storybook where their lives were all rewritten didn’t feel exactly un-curselike either.
Though it had only been two days, the rewrite makes her believe it’s been two years since she’s had a proper bath; as soon as Killian had left her to her own devices, she’d found almost everything she needed for a proper bath. Scrubbed and feeling clean, she’s been scouring the cabin for anything resembling a brush or a comb, something which seems to have been completely foreign to Black Beard, despite all his hair.
Maybe he didn’t have all that hair in this world.
Maybe it’s time she goes to raid the galley for a fork.
“Miss? Er–Emma?”
She sighs, rubbing her sore foot. It’s weird to have Killian at her side when it’s not him, not really. His… memory’s been wiped or his personality changed or… she doesn’t fucking know what Isaac did but she’s got to figure out something to get her Killian back. Or at least get this one into some kind of fighting shape if they’re gonna make any headway here. “Yeah, it’s open, Killian.”
Got a little bad news. The bead shop where I work and get the bulk of my supplies is going out of business at the end of August. At that point, I’m likely going to take on the random commission but slow way down on jewelry-making so I can concentrate on my editorial services business (need your novel or short story developmentally edited? I can do that!).
If there is something you’ve always wanted but thought you’d wait for a rainy day, that day is here. Message me here and I’ll see if I have or can easily get the supplies needed to make you something. Everything I’ve ever had in my Etsy shop is here on my tumblr account, so take a look around. I can’t guarantee I can remake everything, but I will let you know.
Thanks again for your support! It’s been a blast making wearable fan art as well as original pieces to share with you all. I’m a very lucky person to have had such wonderful support.
When Killian jumps through a portal in answer of Henry’s desperate calls for help, Emma soon finds herself in a strange new town in Seattle with her daughter in tow, a husband and son to find, and a curse to break.
Rated: T, no warnings or any nasty stuff!
I DID IT! This is my completed story for the Captian Swan Little Bang this year! I’m so glad I participated in this this year and I’m really happy with how the story turned out 🙂
Huge thank you to @cocoa-and-rum for being the most amazing beta through all the stressful times we’ve had – I couldn’t have done it without you! It’s been so good getting to work with you and chat about ideas and just the beauty of our ship in general!
Another shout out to the amazing artists I got paired with this year, @ansoliq and @liloproductions! You guys have been awesome to get to know! You can find their artworks here and here – they are absolutely amazing!
Also, big thanks to @happilyswanjones for helping out with revisions 🙂
Emma walked the streets of the odd neighbourhood, her daughter at her side. She was looking for him: dark hair and missing hand. It had been a month since she’d seen him last, but it felt like a lifetime.
Elizabeth held her hand, singing a song to herself as she jumped over cracks in the pavement. Emma thought back to memories from Storybrooke, her and Killian swinging her around between the two of them as they walked to Granny’s. She needed to find him. For their daughter, their son waiting for them back in Storybrooke.
It was hard to believe she had three kids now. Charlie was the newest addition, born two years after Elizabeth. The little boy was the spitting image of his father, and was the kindest three year old Emma had ever laid eyes on. Elizabeth herself, a whole six years old, was the rambunctious one, with a rebellious streak to match her Uncle Neal’s.
And then Henry of course, the very reason she was in this town in Seattle. He had left home when he was 18 and was ready to find his own story. As hard as it was to let him go, Emma had known it was the right decision. He needed to have a life outside of quaint little Storybrooke. So he’d left, acting so independent, his mothers and step-father forced to get used to life without the teenager around.
With Charlie’s birth and Elizabeth going through what seemed like the extra terrible twos, time flew by. Before they’d known it, the years had rushed by.
Author’s note: My contribution to the 2017 CSSS! This is for @jmosfreckles! It’s been a pleasure to be your CSSS this year! I hope you enjoy this little Christmas themed story!
Summary: Emma and Killian are professors working in the history department of Storybrooke University, each fretting about the department’s Secret Santa gift exchange.
Emma struggled not to roll her eyes; she was trying to
better about that. It was Christmas after all. “That kinda defeats the purpose,
Mary Margaret. It’s supposed to be a secret.”
Emma had two very good reasons for not divulging who she got for her Secret
Santa. One, as much as Emma loved her, she knew her friend was the worst at keeping secrets. The minute she
spoke her little scheme would be all over. Second, it really was a scheme. When her department picked
names, she didn’t get who’d she’d been hoping for. So she took matters into her
own hands. Just a little bit. It could still blow up in her face.
Summary: Emma Swan is forging a devious plan to save the sanity of her best friend, Mary Margaret, or at least to stop her form quoting those stupid swashbuckling pirate tales. The core of her plan is to hunt down and neutralize the internet famous writer, dashingpiratecaptain aka Killian Jones. But soon her ideas go down the drain, because she certainly hasn’t counted on developing feelings for the man whose entire writing career she is about to destroy.
A/N: I’m so excited to finally share this little story with all of you!! It’s my first time participating in something like this so I’m hoping you’ll like the fic I created for this wonderful event. A huge thanks to @captainswanbigbang for organizing all of this and bringing us fans all together!
A big ass thanks to my my beta @1handedpiratewithadrinkingprob for helping me throughout creating this story and making sure that what I wrote is actually making sense and is presentable for all of you to read!
And an enormous thanks to @katie-dub who created ths kick-ass and beautiful art for my fic! Check out her art HERE And if you’re there, check out her other works because she’s super talented!
A Trip to Your Heart
Why is it that people always want the things they don’t actually need?
This is the million dollar question Emma is pondering on as she sits down on one of the beach chairs with a rum-based cocktail in hand, christened as Salty Dog for some reason. She feasts her eyes on the open water and endless white sand as the wind is playing with the ends of her hair and the salt water is gently spraying her face – it’s something she’s absolutely not used to in the crowded and hectic city of New York.
She’s aware that people must be giving her strange looks as they pass by her and she can hardly blame them. Her attire practically screams she’s not really dressed for the beach: the frame of her big, red sunglasses almost cut a hole through her straw hat, her upper body is wrapped in a thin yellow blouse (its shade is so vivid that Emma is sure the material would glow in the dark) and her long legs are covered with a long, black summer skirt. The largest surface on her skin that remains uncovered are her feet, and not intentionally. She fell asleep on the ferry here, and in her hurry to get off the vessel she forgot to put her sandals back on.
Walking all the way here on the hot pavement and sand was quite a pain in the ass but what could she have done? She wanted her drink more.
Despite her looks, her brain is functioning quite well, but as it happens, she needs to make a certain someone believe otherwise. This person is called dashingpiratecaptain and she’s been working on hunting him down for over a year now.
It All Starts With a Dance 