Captain America Fan Fic Anyone?

My reward for writing my own fiction lately has been dabbling in the fan fiction realm. This time, it’s Captain Steve Rogers. Now, I wasn’t a huge fan of Captain America, not at all. He’s too perfect, too good, too righteous for my blood. But then I had a dream about him that changed my perspective entirely. So I decided to write down how I saw Cap in my dream.

Here’s the first part. I’ll be posting the rest on my AO3 account once it’s finished. (That’s An Archive of Our Own, by the way. Linked to my other fan fics.)

I hope you enjoy.

Julia

This job was supposed to be secure and uncomplicated. That was until I received my new assignment. To his unit. I’d heard rumors about Captain Rogers. The tales of glory, honor, blah blah blah, and so on and so forth.

Then I caught my first glimpse of the paragon of patriotism. The breadth of his shoulders, the narrow taper of his hips, and the commanding presence when he entered a room spoke of the power he wielded. Even the fucking part of his hair dared not defy him. He couldn’t be real. There was no way in hell one man could be that fucking perfect. It made me want to vomit.

Then he met my gaze and tipped his head in salutation. “Ma’am.”

Well, goddamn me to hell. “Captain Rogers,” I replied with a soft smile. To be honest, I wanted two things at that moment.

I wanted to slap that self-confident, purely professional expression right off his face, and I wanted to muss his hair, push him to his knees, and make him beg. I wanted to see icy captain crack. What the hell are you thinking? I shook my head to clear the wicked thoughts raging there. Evidently I hadn’t purged enough frustration in my morning workout.

Everyone knew the stories of his heroic deeds and selfless actions, but there were also tales of his personal life. His lack of interest in anyone or anything outside of the job. There had been rumors about his time in the service during the world war when he’d had his sights set on Peggy Carter. Time had other plans for Captain Rogers it seemed.

The pain of such a loss struck me. I couldn’t imagine losing something before it had a chance to begin.

I watched as Captain Rogers took some papers from his secretary and disappeared into his office. He sat behind the desk and flipped absently through the files. Snapping myself back to reality, I focused my attention on the forms in front of me.

They hadn’t cleared a desk for me, so I worked at a round table in the common area of the office. It gave me a chance to absently observe the interactions of my fellow co-workers. Many of them were courteous and accommodating. A few kept to themselves, including the captain. I noticed a lovely red headed woman enter the building earlier and shut herself and the captain in his office. Natasha Romanov. No one could mistake her for anyone else, if they knew who they were looking at in the first place.

I redirected my attention when the door opened and she exited his office. Her gaze lighted on me and a smile crossed her lips.

“You’re new here. I’m Nata…”

“Natasha Romanov.” I returned the smile. “I’d be a fool not to recognize you.”

Her eyes sparkled with something other than kindness and understanding. I began to worry. No one messed with the Black Widow.

“Julia, you’re going to fit in well here.” She leaned close, a red curl framing her face. “Keep an eye on Steve for me, will you?” Her cryptic request hung in the air between us as she turned to leave.

 

I hope to finish this fic soon. Hope you enjoyed the teaser. I’ll let you all know when it’s posted in its entirety.

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Secret Identities Revelation

Hello, darlings.

This month I am happy to announce the release of an anthology featuring some amazing talent, as well as two brand new short stories from me! It’s the Secret Identities Anthology from Breathless Press. Super heroes, super villains…this anthology has it ALL!

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I’ve made up some fantastic little images to introduce you to my main characters.

First up is my Victorian Steampunk, Bound in Memories:

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And then my contemporary short story, Manipulator:

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Over the next few weeks, keep a sharp eye on my blog and social media pages for some teasers from these two stories. ❤ I promise you won’t be disappointed. They’re super fun and have a lot of little “Easter eggs” in them for both Doctor Who and Sherlock fans. I had a blast writing them.

Would you like to know more about the characters? Leave a comment with one of the character’s names, and I’ll do a special character interview with whoever gets the most votes!

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Author Spotlight: Siobhan Muir

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Genre: Fantasy M/M Romance

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When making wishes on the Hunter’s star…
It will take more than wishes to improve Sedgewick Icetrotter’s Solstice. After being sent to the infirmary, again, for dislocating his shoulder while stringing his bow, he figures he’s got a snowball’s chance in hell to impress the centaur he loves. Until Corporal Ronin Creekjumper brings in two injured centaurs suffering from unusual insect bites, and Sedgewick knows how to treat them.

Ronin can’t believe his good luck when Sedgewick saves his men. It also gives him a chance to do more than light candles for his injured friend. Ronin takes the chance and invites Sedgewick to spend the Solistice holiday together. Just the two of them.

And a pack of hungry dire wolves who’d like to put Sedgewick on the menu. Who says Solstice can’t be exciting?

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Ronin had never been so glad to see his injured soldier in his life. Sedgewick Icetrotter constituted one of the worst soldiers he’d ever trained, but he’d shown determination and persistence despite his setbacks. When he’d dislocated his left shoulder trying to string a bow, Ronin had seen the defeat in the younger centaur’s face along with the pain. Ronin’s heart ached for him, but he’d kept his words to himself. No need to compound his shame.

Now Sedgewick stepped forward, arm in a sling, with more confidence Ronin than had ever seen him display, and some of his tension melted away. By the Goddess, let him be able to do this. Ronin rarely prayed, but he wanted the best for Sedgewick. The man had a gentleness and beauty Ronin had never seen in any other centaur, and some part of him wanted to preserve that. It would be ruined by fighting and war.

“What do we do, Sedgewick?” Bethany fixed her green-brown gaze on the buckskin stallion. “Do you know what caused the welts?”

“Yes, Master Bethany. They’re called winter lace stars and they have a bad toxin that shuts down the organs if there are enough of them.” Sedgewick ran his hands lightly over the welts on Navarro’s arm and the man groaned. “We’re going to have to make an antidotal salve and smooth it over each of them.”

“Do you know what goes into the salve?”

“Yes. My granddam taught me.” He grimaced and wouldn’t meet Ronin’s gaze. “The problem is I can’t make it with only one arm.”

Ronin gripped Sedgewick’s shoulder. “I’ll help you. Just tell me what you need done and I can be your extra hands.”

Both Bethany and Sedgewick gaped at Ronin for a moment. Hellfire, he’d surprised himself with the outburst, but he wouldn’t go back on his offer. His men needed him and he’d do anything he could. And if you’re really honest with yourself, you’d admit you want to spend a little time with Sedgewick.

Bethany was the first to recover. “Thank you, Corporal. That will be very helpful.” She nodded to the injured men. “First, I’ll need you to get these men stripped so we can see the extent of the damage.”

Ronin stuffed his disappointment behind a sharp nod. “Will do.”

“Good. Sedgewick, please show me what you need and let’s get started.”

While Ronin helped the other soldiers to undress Navarro and Colver, he kept Sedgewick in sight as the buckskin directed Bethany in a soft but sure voice. The men moaned when they lifted their shirts and armor, and he cringed in sympathy. Great, swollen welts spread across their backs from skull to tail, disfiguring them in red sores.

Medicinal scents accompanied the grind of a pestle against a mortar bowl, and Ronin turned just as Bethany called for him.

“Can you please grind this while I prepare the salve base, Corporal?”

“Yes, of course, Master Healer.”

Ronin took the pestle as the human woman gave him a friendly smile and he tried to smile back, but Sedgewick’s presence beside him made it difficult. Oh, for the love of Epona, I should be able to do one simple task. He bent to it, putting his strength and focus into the action of grinding the medicinal herbs. He almost jumped when someone laid a hand on his forearm.

“Firmly, but gently, Corporal. Marble isn’t as good as the herbs for healing.” Sedgewick’s voice held amusement as well as warmth.

Heat blossomed across Ronin’s cheeks and chest. “Forgive me, Sedgewick. My concern is with my men.”

Sedgewick lost his smile and nodded, releasing Ronin. “Of course, Corporal. But if you grind them too much, they lose potency.” Sedgewick nodded to the mortar. “I think they’re ready. Bring them to the fire, please.”

Ronin regretted his words immediately and cursed himself for a nervous fool, but dutifully followed the buckskin soldier and swept the crushed herbs into a pot of boiling water. Sedgewick nodded and stirred them with a soothing rhythm, his good arm flexing in ways that set Ronin’s heart galloping. Sweet Goddess, what I’d give to feel his arms around me.

Ronin mentally balked at the uncharacteristically tender thoughts and shook his head. “Must you keep stirring?” The question came out harsh, but Sedgewick smiled.

“Yes. It’s necessary to boil them down to their essences.” He shrugged. “Long work, but worth the effort.”

He stood beside Sedgewick, watching him stir the pot of herbs in a companionable silence. His motions added a level of comfort to Ronin’s world, an unusual sensation, and one he’d sorely missed. It reminded him of times spent with his dam while just a wee colt, when she’d ruffled his hair and told him he’d someday find a mare of his own to stable.

Ronin mentally shook his head. Despite his mother’s prediction, he’d never been interested in mares or mating. His focus had been on the military life with his brothers-in-arms. He’d striven to be the best soldier and leader to those who depended on him. It had been all he needed.

Until now.

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Review of A Centaur’s Solstice Wish by Siobhan Muir

I don’t normally read M/M romance, but I thoroughly enjoyed this story. I haven’t read the first book in Ms. Muir’s Rifts Series, Take the Reins, but after reading this short, I would love to dive deeper into the centaur world. Solstice Wish is a sweet tale that gives the readers a wonderful glimpse into a new world.

The small descriptions and bits of dialog feed the story perfectly, dropping just enough information for the reader to paint a vivid picture of the characters and their setting. The folklore woven into the world building is informative and fun. It brings depth to the characters and their universe. The story has a steady pace that works well with the external and internal conflict. I loved the interaction between Ronin and Sedgwick. Even though both heroes are strong male characters, you get a definitive sense of where their strengths and weaknesses lie as you read.

While this is a romance, it is sweet and leaves the more intimate moments locked away from the reader. The tension and tender confessions fill the bulk of the romance. Like I said before I don’t read a lot of M/M romance, but I will confess my curiosity as to the intimacy between two male centaurs. That just seems a bit complicated and well, dangerous. I think Centaur sex in general would be, but I digress.

I highly recommend Siobhan Muir’s work. She’s a wonderful writer with a vivid imagination. I look forward to reading more of her work in the future.

 

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Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s latest release, A Centaur’s Solstice Wish, is the second story in her new Rifts series. She has published A Hell Hound’s Fire (a free read), The Beltane Witch, and Cloudburst Ice Magic in the Cloudburst Colorado series. Siobhan has also published Bronco’s Rough Ride and The Navy’s Ghost in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing.

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A-Z Blog Challenge Day 21

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“Anger may be kindled in the noblest breast: but in these slow droppings of an unforgiving temper never takes the shape of consistency of enduring hatred.” ~ M. Kathleen Casey

This is the one trait which I personally believe makes Loki a true villain.  His inability and flat out refusal to forgive anyone for anything.  No matter the slight, perceived or true, Loki is unforgiving.

We’ve all been taught to forgive our enemies, to believe the best in people and give them the benefit of the doubt.  Not Loki.  No, he believes in only one cause, himself.  He uses those around him as a means to obtain his goals, even his adoptive family.

The shift begins inside Loki in the first film, when Odin tells him the truth of his parentage and his birthright. It’s in that moment we see him close himself off to everyone, including Frigga and Thor. He harbors resentment toward them…all of them, and refuses to let it go.

“Forgiveness doesn’t excuse their behavior.  Forgiveness prevents their behavior from destroying your heart.” ~ Unknown (Found  on Google Images)

Loki’s inability to forgive eats away at his heart like a cancer, staining it black and hardening it toward any form of empathy.  The heart of a true villain, irredeemable and unlikable. The longer he hangs onto it the more it consumes him and feeds his need for vengeance.  Do I think Loki has passed the point of no return? No.  Do I think he’ll forgive those who have wronged him?  No. But it will be interesting to see his journey forward in the films.

“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.” ~Louis B. Smedes

Every Villain has the opportunity to be his own Hero.