The Adventures of the Everyday Fangirl is happy to present this excerpt from the recently published novella Besotted by Elle Clouse.
Tamsyn paused a moment at the gate, looking up at the brick mansion with trepidation. Five years since graduation from the academy and the prince had arranged a reunion. She looked forward to seeing old friends, but the struggle to graduate niggled the back of her mind as if it were yesterday.
She sighed, brushed the imagined wrinkles from her taffeta gown and pushed open the wrought iron gate. The windows leaked light, and the music from the ballroom almost drowned out the horse drawn carriages that traversed the streets behind her.
She was late.
“Miss Bradford, a pleasure to see you again.”
“Gilly!” Tamsyn had been so focused on the front door she didn’t see the footman. “How have you been? Is Edgemont still treating you well?”
“Yes, Miss. Always. A fairer master I couldn’t find.” Gilly smiled, his eyes lined with wrinkles. The old man had been employed at the prince’s estate as long as she could remember, and he’d always been kind to her.
“Good. Is the gang all here?” She was lingering. So much had changed since they’d studied together, yet so much remained the same.
“Yes, and they are waiting for you.” Gilly pulled open the front door. Incense and laughter wafted out, reminding her of their last soiree. They’d all had such high hopes five years ago. Had any of them attained their dreams? Did they still think she needed protecting?
Pushing her insecurities aside, she crossed the threshold into a realm she rarely entered. Although permitted to attend the academy, Tamsyn had never fit in amongst the sons of the titled wealthy. She hadn’t been the only woman or the only commoner, but that never kept some from reminding her of her low birth. An anonymous grant had paid for her tuition, and she’d never looked back.
The foyer was empty save for another footmen standing ready to take her wrap. She handed over the cashmere knit to bare her shoulders and chest, a peacock green corset hugging her bosom and narrow waist. Her sparrow brooch accenting her endowments. Her late mother would be proud of her attempts to fit in among her peers. Although Tamsyn had never cared what people thought of her, her mother knew the value of public opinion.
Tamsyn tucked a wayward curl behind her ear and considered her path; left, straight, or right. The most ruckus sounds rolled in from the left, so she turned right into a parlor. Edgemont had redecorated since she’d been there last. No longer beige and olive green, now crimson and gold accented curtains dominated the windows. The furniture and cushions bore some shade of red or gold, and couples sat or stood around the room sipping champagne.
Eyes turned toward her, and she fought the swell of her throat. She was a woman without an escort, how risqué. She lifted her nose and scanned the room. No familiar faces. She strolled to the next adjacent room, the stares of former classmates and their companions following. Did they recognize her? Did the red hair hide her identity? She’d spent so many years dulling the hue with teas and dyes that her true color shocked some.
She jumped at the sound of her name. A familiar, lanky gentlemen pushed past the billiards table. His pale blond hair was worn longer than she remembered and pulled into a low ponytail. He wore a wrinkled shirt, and his necktie hung around his neck. Before she could dodge him, he snaked his arms around her and embraced her.
“Tamsyn, aren’t you a bit of jam!” He set her down and pulled a curl taut then released it. It bounced back into place. “I thought for sure you’d show in your military uniform.”
“Lir Coleman, that’s no way to greet a lady.” Tamsyn swatted at his hand when he tried to tug another curl.
“Ha, you may be an extraordinary woman, but you’re no lady.” He bumped her with an elbow and laughed. “You and I both know you can best most of these men with one arm behind your back.”
“Don’t say that too loudly, or I’ll have to prove it.” She laughed and brushed her skirt. “And I’d prefer my uniform to this…finery.”
Lir smirked, his gaze sweeping from hem to curl. “You put every other lady here to shame. You just need to stop fidgeting, or you’ll give yourself away.” He grabbed her hand and led her forward, past the classmates he, moments ago, shoved aside to greet her.
He pulled her into another room further back in the house, a private study with two more happy faces.
“You lot owe me a guinea. I told you she’d come.” Lir flourished his hand toward her as if presenting a prized horse. “May I present Tamsyn Bradford, Head Mistress of Her Majesty’s School for Exceptional Ladies.”
Tamsyn blushed. “That hasn’t been announced, yet.”
The gentlemen before her clapped and smiled.
“No, but I have an inside source.” Lir waved over a taller man, his hair golden blond and wild as the wind. She’d recognize the prince’s swagger anywhere, in school uniform or wearing the latest fashion.
“Edgemont.” Tamsyn nodded. “Am I to believe you had a hand in getting me the position?”
“Lord, no, Tamsyn. I know better than to interfere. You earned it fair and square.” He pressed a glass into her hand and raised his own. “To Tiny Tamsyn who’s made it the farthest than any of us! Hip hip!”
“Hurray!” The three men all shouted in unison.
The second man, with dark slicked back hair and a patch of stubble on his chin, stepped forward and clapped her on the back. “Congratulations. If anyone can launch a battalion of lady fighters, it’s you.”
“Thanks, Zeke.” She smiled up him. “It’s nice to see you all. You must tell me what you’ve been up to since Lir already blabbed my exciting news.”
“I’m working for my father, but that’s no surprise. He sent me to the academy to aid in his research.” Zeke sipped his champagne. “It’s all quite boring, I promise.”
“You can guess what His Highness here has been up to.” Lir drained his glass and set it aside. “Nothing but tot-hunting when he’s not running his mum’s errands.”
“What more is a prince to do?” Edge joked.
“Leave a mark on society, that’s what.”
They all turned toward the new voice, one Tamsyn had hoped to hear. Tall and blond like Edge, this man was built like an ox and barely fit into his suit. His eyes were a piercing blue like Edge’s but held compassion.
“Ah, Tamsyn Bradford, let me introduce my twin brother Slademont Foust.” Edge led her forward with a hand on the small of her back. Tamsyn had met Slade once or twice before, in school, and she’d been smitten each time.
Slademont met her gaze then bowed. She curtseyed, and heat rushed through her as he took her hand and pressed his lips to the back of it. His skin was coarse but warm, and he ran his thumb over her knuckles before releasing her.
Tamsyn glanced at Edge and it seemed he hadn’t noticed their moment. He hugged his brother around the shoulders, and side by side, Slade dwarfed his brother. “He’s a machinist, don’t you know? Works on all those giant engines that make trains and airships move.”
“That’s right.” He smiled at his brother, a dazzling sight that made her heart skip a beat. “Keeping all those fancy designs, you create, working for the normal folk.”
Edge laughed. “Rightly so. Designing them is more fun than building them. Too dirty.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little hard work.” Tamsyn’s gaze kept seeking Slade, and her heart thrilled when their eyes met. Never in all her years had a man made her react that way. Time to change the subject. “What about Axel, will he be joining us?”
Edge guffawed. “That old pirate had better things to do than visit his prince. Something about a new opera? A soprano? I don’t care.”
She turned to Zeke. “How is your sister?”
“Good. She should be done with school soon, and I do believe my father has a debut ball scheduled, already.” Zeke topped off all their glasses with champagne before he sat down on a plush armchair. “Although, when I told her what you’ve done, she said she wanted a transfer. I doubt she could take a knock like you, Tiny.”
“Wait, this is Tiny Tamsyn?” Slade strode to her side. “The woman who wrestled Edge to the ground first day of classes? I’d have paid anything to see that fight.”
“I let her win.” Edge snickered and sat at his desk, glass in hand.
“He had that black eye for a month.” Slade picked up her hand and inspected her knuckles. “I thought I was the only one able to wallop him.”
“He brought it on himself, you know.” She smiled up at Slade. “He said no man could best him in a fight. And none did.”
Slade bellowed with laughter, throwing his head back. “He never mentioned that!” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes as his laughter subsided.
“Tamsyn was ours from that moment on,” Zeke said. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way. Feared by every male student, revered by every lady. Top of her class in every subject from history to telegnosis. I might have failed arithmetic if it weren’t for her.”
“Just being a good friend.” Tamsyn smiled. She’d forgotten the late night study sessions with Zeke. Toward the end of their final year, he reviewed all his work with her.
Slade glanced at his brother. “Speaking of being a good friend, Edge. You invited all these people to your house, and you’re hiding in your study. You should get out and mingle.”
“Yes, we should all get out and go have some fun.” Edge jumped up from his desk and pressed Slade and her together as he passed. “There is plenty of champagne, and I shall call dinner. Then we can dance. Come along.”
Slade offered her his arm. “If we play along for a bit, he’ll get distracted. Then we can be left to ourselves.”
Alone with Slade. If her heart rate was any indication, she was in trouble. No one had ever piqued her interest like he did. It had been easy to ignore when they’d both been busy with coursework and easier still when they’d lived separate lives. But now that she had his undivided attention, she was doomed.
You can learn more about Elle by visiting her Webpage: http://elleclouse.com.
Why grammar programs aren’t ready to go on their own yet.
One would think that teaching a computer to learn would be harder than teaching it to write correctly, but learning how to build a car, or hack into the Federal Bank might actually be easier than writing a novel with proper grammar, dialect, and regional expressions.
Cars are made in a precise order, with precise actions.
The bank has a specific code, and possibly an eye scan you need to acquire to enter its vault.
To properly write a person speaking, the program needs to know the grammar used in that region, and also the standard grammar which should be used in the non-dialogue parts of the story. Only problem is, there isn’t one standard. In the USA, there are three main manuals: The Chicago Manual of Style, The Associated Press Stylebook, and The Elements of Style, and rest assured, they do not agree with one another on all points. But in specific categories there are even more style manuals, the total exceeding thirty different manuals depending upon the field you work in.
And even if a program coded every rule and could figure out which manual to use for the purpose at hand, it would still get into trouble as the examples provided by my grammar program shows.
Our language is messy, creative, whimsical, and ever-changing. Then to make matters worse, we make up expressions that make no sense to anyone not from the region. Australia is notorious for their strange expressions like ‘flat out like a lizard drinking’. Is that lizard thirsty or tired? Are we even talking about a lizard at all?
England’s no different. It’s gone completely pear-shaped with sayings.
And the U.S.? We have our own weird sayings like “Going postal” which I could not get my Australian friends to believe was a real saying. Worst yet: we still use illogical punctuation rules created due to our crappy printing presses back in the 17th century.
But how does a computer deal with these illogical phrases and multiple rules on punctuation? This is far trickier than duplicating an eye scan and hacking a code.
In fact, it might even be harder than comprehending emotions…
No…I think emotions will still be harder. We cry when we are happy and sad. We laugh through pain and in joy. We sulk prettily when we want something, and truly sulk when we don’t get it. We connive, we plot, we manipulate, sometimes to make something better, and sometimes for revenge. Honestly, we have got to be the most inconsistent and confusing creatures on Earth.
Hacking into the Fed Reserve would be child’s play in comparison to understanding and successfully emulating a human.
Yet by working with Carla as her ‘grammar program’ for years, her program can clean up not just the grammar issues, but the factual issues as well, while she “becomes the character” and teaches it about emotions in all their messy splendor. Her program has managed to categorize all the nuances of emotions, facial tics, etc, and in book 2, he develops into a human, superior in all ways.
My program has no such aspirations.
Here’s a few of the funny changes my program wished to make to my novel Public Secrets:
|What I wrote:||What my program thinks I should say|
|“You can get away after the book.”
—Editor wanting her to finish writing the book before Carla takes a vacation…
|“You can get away from the book.”
—Sure you can. Just run! Books are really slow!
|“I can see why,” she murmured.
|“I can see why” she murmured.
—For some reason, the program wished to remove the comma. Evidently ‘murmured’ is not considered a replacement for ‘said’ in its data bank.
|He remembered the deference she’d been shown by both the attendant and the captain.||He remembered the difference she’d been shown by both the attendant and the captain.
—Liza loses all respect for the program…
|His ill-tempered assistant reamed a porter for bumping the luggage against the frame of the elevator door.
|His ill-tempered assistant dreamed a porter for bumping the luggage against the frame of the elevator door.
—Liza bangs her head against the door.
Shouldn’t an ill-tempered assistant at least dream of killing the porter?
|How the hell had she gotten herself into this situation?
|How had the hell she gotten herself into this situation?
—Who let Yoda in?
|Steadied by these positive thoughts, she decided she didn’t want to be killed while cowering in the ceiling.||Steadied by these positive thoughts, she decided she didn’t want to be killed while covering in the ceiling.
That makes so much more sense!
Book 1 of the AI Sci-Rom Series
Carla Simon is a best-selling novelist besieged by death threats and lawsuits because her stories keep turning out to be true. She is considered an extraordinary researcher, uncovering facts unknown by field experts.
The truth is far simpler and more disturbing. Carla has a software program that “fixes” her mistakes and rewrites her novels so they are error-proof both in presentation and in content. The result is beautifully written and completely accurate stories about real people and events.
Some of those people want her silenced forever. When a woman, mistaken for Carla, turns up dead in New Zealand, she must face the hard truth about her program. But first she has to survive the assassin who has never failed to deliver on a contract.
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Birth of Adam
Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors have given her lots of fodder for her books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.
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When Sojourn entered the ship as an ensign he was one day old.
Good thing Captain Longfellow requested he be aged to twenty since a ship was not place for a baby. Otherwise, his obnoxious crew mates would have tossed him in the recycling unit the first time he cried out in hunger.
Born with the thoughts of Blue, the King of Terranue, and his three parents, Sojourn knew without a doubt he was born to do something fabulous.
Normally an ensign is promoted or dumped after six months. An Outbound ship has no room for a slacker. Initially Sojourn expected to be promoted within a month. Every time the captain called him to the brig, he expected a promotion. However, thus far, each time he’d received a scolding and brig time.
Sojourn is certain the reason he can’t get promoted is because Captain Longfellow knows Sojourn is only a year old, and thus treats him like an overly tall baby.
When he breaks through the Ensign Barrier, his speed to captain is horrifically fast. Horrific because ensigns aren’t taught a thing about being a captain. In a single day he was promoted from ensign to acting lieutenant then to captain.
But his trials, tribulations and grand teamwork, not to mention an advantageous marriage, are just what we needed to kick off the new Series called IN SEARCH OF SENTIENTS. Sojourn and his fabulous crew of aliens, spirits, and humans will go forth to discover new forms of sentient life and bring them into the folds of the Council of the Universes.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the sentients they will find. Here are some possible covers and the key aliens involved. I would love to know which books you would like to read first, so rank which of these should be book #1.
The Planet Will
If you recall in book 3 of the Multiverses, Captain Longfellow shared a story in which Drogan warned him the planet they intended to land upon was actually a sentient being. While the planet didn’t mind people stopping to pick his vegetables and fruits, he did not like being hurt. Thus, they landed on a rock, did not take weapons while gathering food, and left quickly when one idiot crewman tried to cut a giant diamond out of the ground with a pen laser. The ground literally opened up and swallowed him.
Well, since the captain left, someone placed a satellite beacon in the planet’s atmosphere with a high risk warning, which has stopped everyone from visiting the planet. The poor planet has been starving ever since. When Sojourn arrives to stock up on fruits and vegetables that won’t make anyone sick, he ignores the warning and sets down on the large rock. The place is no longer the Garden of Eden Drogan had described. Everything is dying. The planet needs meat, but it has to be from something evil. The planet Will refuses to eat nice people. Drogan believes this is a job the Gods can handle and thankfully, he might be able to contact one of them.
Drogan is vital for the path of light and that is his top priority, but he mentally and physically longs for someone to love as well. Now that Captain Sojourn has a huge ship capable of quantum leaps previously thought to be impossible, their search for sentients will be much faster and easier. First Science officer Drogan led the team designing the ship’s new quantum mechanics, and they are beyond state of the art!
One of his crew is a brilliant young woman, beautiful both inside and out. Only Drogan doesn’t think he has a chance to win her heart, given he’s blue, with gills and webbed hands, so he tries his best to keep his distance.
Destiny is smart, but it’s nothing to how smart Drogan is. In all ways he is the greatest sentient she had ever known. She has no idea if they are compatible species, sexually speaking, but she secretly loves everything about Drogan and would be most willing to give it a go, only he doesn’t seemed interested in her as a female. She has no clue how to let him know of her interest without taking a big risk that doing so will get herself sent home from the finest ship ever built. Dare she risk everything for a chance for something that may not even be possible?
Camo lives on a reptilian world of extreme violence. Her father plans to give her to the strongest and deadliest of his warriors. Not willing to be Vitor’s twelfth wife in five years, she escapes and hides in the jungle. She knows they will search for her, but no one is better at disappearing than her. When a ship arrives, naturally, the warriors accuse the sickly white creatures of stealing her. Upon meeting some of the sentients, and discovering them to be brave and honorable, she asks for asylum on their ship. However, the captain has other plans for Camo. He needs her to step up and become Empress of the planet. The current violent leaders will not do.
The Gods approve the change and will move all the truly evil sentients to the planet Will if she will step up and lead her people to the Path of Light. But no female has ever been leader before. Who will even accept her claim as Empress?
So pick your choice!
And if you haven’t read the Multiverses Series
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Book 4 : Surviving Sojourn
Book 3: Surviving Terranue
Book 2: Surviving Outbound
Book 1: The Gods of Probabilities
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Liza is a multiple genre author of 17 novels. A Late Victorian Series, The Adventures of Xavier & Vic, plus a spinoff, A Right to Love, is an ongoing series. A Long Road to Love is a humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance series of five books. She has two single books. One is a humorous, bad boys contemporary novel with ghosts, called Ghost Lover, the other is Untamed & Unabashed, a spinoff from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.
Now, she’s rolling out her Science fiction series (with romance & humor) called The Multiverses. The first four books are slotted for last half of 2015. In addition she hopes, if she hasn’t dropped from exhaustion by then, to re-release a sometimes humorous/suspense thriller called Saving Casey
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