Charming Muffins & Cheeky Musings (These Stubborn Hearts #3)

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“You cannot make this situation better by plying me with chocolate chip muffins, Ms. Harrington.” 

Taura would’ve believed him, if he wasn’t currently peeling the wax paper off his third muffin. She hid her smile behind her tea. 

Mr. Stacey continued, “Estranged family estates are…less than ideal.” 

Taura was aware of how “less than ideal her” family was. She was doing her best not to follow in their footsteps. 

“Can we continue this elsewhere?” 

Mr. Stacey looked up from his muffin, shaved chocolate pieces falling to the table. “You’re willing to listen then?”

“Yes, but I can’t promise I’ll accept.”


If you missed the previous chapter you can catch up: Crafty Clients & Exhausted Executors.

This week’s words for Flash Fiction Weekly Challenge: The Prediction are: footstep, shave, and wax.

Crafty Clients & Exhausted Executors (These Stubborn Hearts #2) – Flash Fic

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Les sat across from Ms. Harrington with his overpriced craft coffee and got right to the point. 

“May I ask why it took over a month to hear from anyone? Adele assured me this estate transfer would be taken care of quickly.”

“Mr. Stacy, the last time my family heard from Adele was sixteen years ago.” 

Les could feel a faint headache coming on. Estranged relatives, fucking hell. He wondered if it was too late to extricate himself from this. 

“My grandmother didn’t tell you this, did she?” 

Les groaned internally. Fucking Adele. They were going to have words later.


Flash Fiction Weekly Challenge: The Prediction. This week’s words are: craft, extricate, faint.

Part One here

This is going to be a multi-fic series.

Wrong Names & Wily Necromancers (These Stubborn Hearts #1) – Flash Fic

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“London Fog for Laura!” 

“Could have been worse,” Taura muttered to herself. She gave the barista a smile, then scoped out the sitting area. Miraculously found a two person table, then squeezed herself in to wait for Mr. Stacy. 

When your distant rich grandmother dies and her attorney wants to talk estates you wait. 

Taura wasn’t in mourning, she’d never met the woman. But still she felt bound as the dutiful eldest child to at least hear the attorney out. 

“Ms. Harrington?” 

Taura looked up, greeting lodged in her throat. 

Why the hell was a necromancer her dead grandmother’s attorney?


Flash Fiction Weekly Challenge: The Prediction. This week’s words are: duty, London, mourn.

This is going to be a multi-fic series.

Flash Fic: Waiting for the Storm

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I should get off the roof before the storm comes in.

But my legs won’t work, won’t let me get up. My eyes won’t pull away from the taxi departure station below. Even though he’s already gone back north. Away from the city, the chaos, away from me.

How did he put it? This pace suits you, Ro. You’re always moving, always ready for the next best thing. But I’m tired of waiting for you to come back.

Funny isn’t it? Now I’m the one waiting, stuck, waiting for him to come back.

A minute later, I feel the first rain drop.