Does anyone else have the Bored in the House song from TikTok stuck in their head? No, just me? Okay cool.
It has been almost 5 weeks since the school I am employed at has canceled sports and classes. Sure students are still completing at home packets for their core classes but this has left me in sort of a rut. What am I suppose to do?
To be honest, the first couple of days were amazing. I…
Chapter 2 Part II
He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Pt I
She was supposed to be here over two hours ago. Each call went straight to voicemail and every text message went unanswered. After receiving the last text message from Reylin late the night before, Liam Jones had tried several times over the past few hours to contact the Petty Officer. But when he hadn’t heard back, he knew something was off.
“Where did she say to meet you?” Killian wiped his mouth of the powdered sugar from the fluffy beignets, that just seemed to end up everywhere. If there was one good thing he could say about New Orleans it was that the food was always delicious. Even if it would clog his arteries before the age of forty. A café au lait and three sweet and sugary beignets were a perfect way to start any morning.
“She said that she wanted to meet us in Jackson Square. That we could talk over breakfast. But the morning rush ended two and a half hours ago, and we haven’t seen her.” Liam sighed with concern.
Chapter 2 Part II
He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Pt I
She was supposed to be here over two hours ago. Each call went straight to voicemail and every text message went unanswered. After receiving the last text message from Reylin late the night before, Liam Jones had tried several times over the past few hours to contact the Petty Officer. But when he hadn’t heard back, he knew something was off.
“Where did she say to meet you?” Killian wiped his mouth of the powdered sugar from the fluffy beignets, that just seemed to end up everywhere. If there was one good thing he could say about New Orleans it was that the food was always delicious. Even if it would clog his arteries before the age of forty. A café au lait and three sweet and sugary beignets were a perfect way to start any morning.
“She said that she wanted to meet us in Jackson Square. That we could talk over breakfast. But the morning rush ended two and a half hours ago, and we haven’t seen her.” Liam sighed with concern.
Charades & Masquerades Sneak Peak
-I know I’ve been MIA forever but I’m back. Here’s a short sneak peak from C&M-
“What the bloody hell are you doing here, love?”
“Don’t you dare call me that! You do not get to call me that.” She spat with such anger it caused the three faint wrinkles to bunch on her forehead between her brows.
She was always sexy when she was angry. Even if she did want to shot him just moment ago. He understood her anger and her surprise. She had just caught him in the hotel room of a dead sailor. And not only that but the last time they had spoken to each other she was storming out of the apartment. She blamed him as did he, yet they knew that they had both had a hand in how their relationship had dissolved.
But that did not mean that he ever stopped loving her.
His Swan.
Coming tomorrow!!!
Charades and Masquerades
New Chapter Alert!!!
Wow I’ve been gone forever. Sorry but life has been super busy. But now because of social distancing and shelter-in-place, I’ve been working on this story again.
So new chapter ready tomorrow.
Who is ready to see what happens?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Chapter 2 Part I
Petty Officer 2nd Class Reylin Morgan spent three days talking and video calling with the Jones brothers over in Ireland discussing what the plan would be when the three of them met in the Big Easy. She never understood why on Earth anyone would call a city known for its ghost stories, magic, and drinking, Easy. City of Transgression was a far more suitable.
Plans were set for Officer Morgan to arrive first at the Royal Sonesta New Orleans making use of her piling vacation time. She lived just under an hour away in a small cottage along the Mississippi River just across the state line in Hancock County. A stay at a five-star hotel in the French Quarter was just what she needed. A relaxing morning at the spa, followed by brunch at Muriel’s in Jackson Square; sipping on a bloody mary and Muriel’s mouthwatering shrimp and grits. Of course, the next two weeks with Liam Jones would be cream cheese icing on the proverbial Mardi Gras king cake.
The two had met while Liam was dispatched as a Royal Naval Intelligence liaison to the US Department of the Navy and Naval Criminal Investigative Services for an investigation into illegal bird smuggling from Brazil via Central America. Reylin was one of a dozen technical analysts working on trying to track the smugglers via offshore accounts and back channeling of foreign IPs. The case had resulted in the death of two American seamen and a British naval officer before either Jones or Morgan took their assignments. Morgan and Jones had been paired to track a Columbian cartel member who looked to be seeking additional income and a way to outsmart the US federal investigators. Moving from narcotics and weapons and into smuggling looked to be an almost untraceable means of keeping the cash flowing into the cartel. Until one American petty officer had overheard too much at a bar in Biloxi.
During the investigation, Liam Jones had shown that he was highly intelligent, kind, strong-willed, stubborn, and extremely handsome. So very handsome. After the case had been solved, Liam had suggested that the two keep in touch. He had even gone so far as to offer that if Reylin was to ever be granted leave or vacation time and the thought about traveling came up, she should try to catch him in London. It had been a very tempting offer. So, tempting in fact, Officer Morgan had several bookmarks of airline travel dates and prices to London.
As she reminisced about her past, Reylin made the short drive from Stennis Space Center, where she worked as a Systems Application Specialist with GDIT, in high spirits. She sang along to the radio, stopped for her favorite upside-down Carmel Macchiato at a Starbucks just outside of Slidell and enjoyed the views of Lake Pontchartrain as she crossed into the Crescent City. The moment her Kia Sorento exited off Interstate 10 and on to Basin Street, passing St. Louis Cemetery and turning onto Bienville Street, Reylin could smell the sweet sugars of beignets and the pungent aroma of drunks on Bourbon sipping their hurricanes without care.
Once settled and unpacked, Officer Morgan decided that she would do a quick recap of all the information that she and the boys had gathered. Maybe between her facial at the spa and palm reading at one of the many ‘mind-readers’ in the square, she could scope out a few of the locations on the list. The first stop would obviously be the New Orleans Public Library and the history department of Tulane University. Hopefully, the documents and information about the city and the legend of the Napoleon Fleur De Lis had not been destroyed in Hurricane Katrina.
But there was one stop that Reylin was most interested in. Liam’s younger brother had mentioned something about an old hang out of Jean and Pierre Lafitte. It was an old abandoned shop in 1814, later turned into a writing studio for the famous William Faulkner. The studio currently sat as a part of The Cabildo museum that faced the infamous pirate’s alley. Officially, the three treasure hunters would need permission from the city and the museum to examine and explore the once rumored meeting place of pirates, presidents, and authors. However, that did not mean someone couldn’t poke around- unofficially.
The once unpaved passageway of Pirate’s Alley currently sat full of tourist trap shops and attractions. Bars and Tchotchke shops littered the area taking away from the once mysterious and possible historical streets. Tour guides led their groups up and down the often crowded districts of the square, each one telling the legends of the ghosts, vampires, pirates, and witches that once inhabited the often corrupt city. Every twenty minutes the story and legends were the same. Each tour guide knew exactly how to elicit enough fear yet curiosity to keep every person entertained, included the redheaded straggler who seemed more interested in the stories not being told.
Once she was satisfied with the information on the building, the surroundings and the flow of people, Reylin decided that it was time to head back to the hotel. Tomorrow the Jones brothers would be landing in the city. Impressing Liam Jones over beignets was now Officer Morgan’s top priority. This meant a night gathering as much about the history of the Fleur De Lis as she possibly could. Killian and Liam had done an impressive amount of research from their end and their contacts in England, Ireland, and France but most of it was legends and stories. Facts and solid information were going to be key in turning this from an old pirate’s tale to a true historical breakthrough.
This is what all treasure hunters dreamed of.
And Reylin Morgan knew just where to start. The coordinates she found to the lost journal of Jean Lafitte.
Well past the hour of the Tonight Show and the late-night news, a knock at the door broke the silence of the room. She hadn’t been expecting anyone at this hour, but this was New Orleans and perhaps it was someone who had a little too much to drink and confused their 3 for an 8. Taking the six steps to the door, Officer Morgan was meet by a strange man.
“Sorry but you have the wrong room.” She announced.
“Oh, I assure you that I have the exact room I am looking for, Ms. Morgan. You have something I want, dearie.”
Suddenly everything for Petty Officer Morgan went black.
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Chapter 2 Part I
Petty Officer 2nd Class Reylin Morgan spent three days talking and video calling with the Jones brothers over in Ireland discussing what the plan would be when the three of them met in the Big Easy. She never understood why on Earth anyone would call a city known for its ghost stories, magic, and drinking, Easy. City of Transgression was a far more suitable.
Plans were set for Officer Morgan to arrive first at the Royal Sonesta New Orleans making use of her piling vacation time. She lived just under an hour away in a small cottage along the Mississippi River just across the state line in Hancock County. A stay at a five-star hotel in the French Quarter was just what she needed. A relaxing morning at the spa, followed by brunch at Muriel's in Jackson Square; sipping on a bloody mary and Muriel’s mouthwatering shrimp and grits. Of course, the next two weeks with Liam Jones would be cream cheese icing on the proverbial Mardi Gras king cake.
The two had met while Liam was dispatched as a Royal Naval Intelligence liaison to the US Department of the Navy and Naval Criminal Investigative Services for an investigation into illegal bird smuggling from Brazil via Central America. Reylin was one of a dozen technical analysts working on trying to track the smugglers via offshore accounts and back channeling of foreign IPs. The case had resulted in the death of two American seamen and a British naval officer before either Jones or Morgan took their assignments. Morgan and Jones had been paired to track a Columbian cartel member who looked to be seeking additional income and a way to outsmart the US federal investigators. Moving from narcotics and weapons and into smuggling looked to be an almost untraceable means of keeping the cash flowing into the cartel. Until one American petty officer had overheard too much at a bar in Biloxi.
During the investigation, Liam Jones had shown that he was highly intelligent, kind, strong-willed, stubborn, and extremely handsome. So very handsome. After the case had been solved, Liam had suggested that the two keep in touch. He had even gone so far as to offer that if Reylin was to ever be granted leave or vacation time and the thought about traveling came up, she should try to catch him in London. It had been a very tempting offer. So, tempting in fact, Officer Morgan had several bookmarks of airline travel dates and prices to London.
As she reminisced about her past, Reylin made the short drive from Stennis Space Center, where she worked as a Systems Application Specialist with GDIT, in high spirits. She sang along to the radio, stopped for her favorite upside-down Carmel Macchiato at a Starbucks just outside of Slidell and enjoyed the views of Lake Pontchartrain as she crossed into the Crescent City. The moment her Kia Sorento exited off Interstate 10 and on to Basin Street, passing St. Louis Cemetery and turning onto Bienville Street, Reylin could smell the sweet sugars of beignets and the pungent aroma of drunks on Bourbon sipping their hurricanes without care.
Once settled and unpacked, Officer Morgan decided that she would do a quick recap of all the information that she and the boys had gathered. Maybe between her facial at the spa and palm reading at one of the many ‘mind-readers’ in the square, she could scope out a few of the locations on the list. The first stop would obviously be the New Orleans Public Library and the history department of Tulane University. Hopefully, the documents and information about the city and the legend of the Napoleon Fleur De Lis had not been destroyed in Hurricane Katrina.
But there was one stop that Reylin was most interested in. Liam’s younger brother had mentioned something about an old hang out of Jean and Pierre Lafitte. It was an old abandoned shop in 1814, later turned into a writing studio for the famous William Faulkner. The studio currently sat as a part of The Cabildo museum that faced the infamous pirate’s alley. Officially, the three treasure hunters would need permission from the city and the museum to examine and explore the once rumored meeting place of pirates, presidents, and authors. However, that did not mean someone couldn’t poke around- unofficially.
The once unpaved passageway of Pirate's Alley currently sat full of tourist trap shops and attractions. Bars and Tchotchke shops littered the area taking away from the once mysterious and possible historical streets. Tour guides led their groups up and down the often crowded districts of the square, each one telling the legends of the ghosts, vampires, pirates, and witches that once inhabited the often corrupt city. Every twenty minutes the story and legends were the same. Each tour guide knew exactly how to elicit enough fear yet curiosity to keep every person entertained, included the redheaded straggler who seemed more interested in the stories not being told.
Once she was satisfied with the information on the building, the surroundings and the flow of people, Reylin decided that it was time to head back to the hotel. Tomorrow the Jones brothers would be landing in the city. Impressing Liam Jones over beignets was now Officer Morgan’s top priority. This meant a night gathering as much about the history of the Fleur De Lis as she possibly could. Killian and Liam had done an impressive amount of research from their end and their contacts in England, Ireland, and France but most of it was legends and stories. Facts and solid information were going to be key in turning this from an old pirate's tale to a true historical breakthrough.
This is what all treasure hunters dreamed of.
And Reylin Morgan knew just where to start. The coordinates she found to the lost journal of Jean Lafitte.
Well past the hour of the Tonight Show and the late-night news, a knock at the door broke the silence of the room. She hadn’t been expecting anyone at this hour, but this was New Orleans and perhaps it was someone who had a little too much to drink and confused their 3 for an 8. Taking the six steps to the door, Officer Morgan was meet by a strange man.
“Sorry but you have the wrong room.” She announced.
“Oh, I assure you that I have the exact room I am looking for, Ms. Morgan. You have something I want, dearie.”
Suddenly everything for Petty Officer Morgan went black.
Charades & Masquerades Sneak Peak
-I know I’ve been MIA forever but I’m back. Here’s a short sneak peak from C&M-
“What the bloody hell are you doing here, love?”
“Don’t you dare call me that! You do not get to call me that.” She spat with such anger it caused the three faint wrinkles to bunch on her forehead between her brows.
She was always sexy when she was angry. Even if she did want to shot him just moment ago. He understood her anger and her surprise. She had just caught him in the hotel room of a dead sailor. And not only that but the last time they had spoken to each other she was storming out of the apartment. She blamed him as did he, yet they knew that they had both had a hand in how their relationship had dissolved.
But that did not mean that he ever stopped loving her.
His Swan.
I love the two chapters you have posted for your new story. Is there something you can post about the next chapter. A sneak peak?
Thank you. This really means a lot. Especially considering my story is only two chapters. But I might have something you will like.
After receiving the text message from Reylin, Liam had tried several times over the past few hours to contact her. But each time the phone would go straight to voicemail. Something was clearly off.
“Where did she say to meet you?” Killian wiped his mouth of the powdered sugar from his beignets. If there was one good thing about New Orleans it was the food. A cafe au lait and three sweet beignets were a perfect way to start any morning.
“She said that she wanted to meet us in Jackson Square. That we could talk over breakfast. But that was hours ago and I don’t see her.”
From their table at the iconic Cafe du Monde, Killian and Liam had a perfect view of Jackson Square. With the beautiful St. Louis Cathedral in the background and waves of ships from the Mississippi River crashing against the shore behind them, the men could see when Officer Morgan would arrive.
“Maybe we missed her?”
“If we did, don’t you think she would have called us or reached us somehow. It’s not like this is some sort of secret meeting.” Liam answered roughly. “I just have a strange feeling.”
“Like something here is off?”
He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Prologue Ch 1
Chapter 1
It was another night of tossing and turning for Lieutenant Killian Jones. Being aboard a naval ship never alluded to a good night’s sleep. But it wasn’t just the crashing of the waves and the sways of the ship that always had Killian waking in the morning feeling just a tired as he had been when he went to bed.
The empty rum bottle that sat on his desk and the memories of abandonment and betrayal plagued his mind. His mother passing just before his sixth birthday. His father not returning home one night after work. And an endless string of foster homes only homing he and his brother for the paycheck not really caring how the boys fared. And then there was her.
“Get your bloody arse out of bed!”
A sudden splash of water woke Killian from his sleep. “What the fuck, Liam? You couldn’t have just woke me with an alarm like everyone else?”
Really enjoyed the prologue and first chapter of your new fic!
Thank you...thank you...thank you
Are you going to upload your new story on FF or AO3? I’d love to be notified when you update :)
Totally! I just have to make a few edits and then I will be posting it on both sites. It might just take me a little longer since I am busy a lot lately.
If you message me off anon, I can make sure I tag you in updates.
He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Prologue Ch 1
Chapter 1
It was another night of tossing and turning for Lieutenant Killian Jones. Being aboard a naval ship never alluded to a good night’s sleep. But it wasn’t just the crashing of the waves and the sways of the ship that always had Killian waking in the morning feeling just a tired as he had been when he went to bed.
The empty rum bottle that sat on his desk and the memories of abandonment and betrayal plagued his mind. His mother passing just before his sixth birthday. His father not returning home one night after work. And an endless string of foster homes only homing he and his brother for the paycheck not really caring how the boys fared. And then there was her.
“Get your bloody arse out of bed!”
A sudden splash of water woke Killian from his sleep. “What the fuck, Liam? You couldn’t have just woke me with an alarm like everyone else?”
Well here it is as promised. My original plan was use this story as my submission to the CSBB 2018. But when life got in the way, I had to pull out. So far I have two and half chapters finished and I will be working on more of this story. I am hoping to publish once every two weeks.
He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Prologue
A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds.
Out of the way of the mob that was forming outside in the smoke-filled streets, a woman repeated a rhyme from long ago. To any educated patron that rushed by it might be recognized as a poem from a famed playwright. But to a native of New Orleans, one more practiced in the ways of the spirits and the mystical, it was a simple incantation taught to the youngest of Haitian women and girls. It was thought to be powerless. Unless of course, your ancestors were around long before the Englishman stole their words to make a profit.
He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Prologue Ch 1
Chapter 1
It was another night of tossing and turning for Lieutenant Killian Jones. Being aboard a naval ship never alluded to a good night's sleep. But it wasn’t just the crashing of the waves and the sways of the ship that always had Killian waking in the morning feeling just a tired as he had been when he went to bed.
The empty rum bottle that sat on his desk and the memories of abandonment and betrayal plagued his mind. His mother passing just before his sixth birthday. His father not returning home one night after work. And an endless string of foster homes only homing he and his brother for the paycheck not really caring how the boys fared. And then there was her.
“Get your bloody arse out of bed!”
A sudden splash of water woke Killian from his sleep. “What the fuck, Liam? You couldn’t have just woke me with an alarm like everyone else?”
Well here it is as promised. My original plan was use this story as my submission to the CSBB 2018. But when life got in the way, I had to pull out. So far I have two and half chapters finished and I will be working on more of this story. I am hoping to publish once every two weeks.
He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Prologue
A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds.
Out of the way of the mob that was forming outside in the smoke-filled streets, a woman repeated a rhyme from long ago. To any educated patron that rushed by it might be recognized as a poem from a famed playwright. But to a native of New Orleans, one more practiced in the ways of the spirits and the mystical, it was a simple incantation taught to the youngest of Haitian women and girls. It was thought to be powerless. Unless of course, your ancestors were around long before the Englishman stole their words to make a profit.
Dean Winchester | 12x15 Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
