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NO SOLICITATION DM'S for SERVICES. Looking for representation w/ a #litagent New author: Romantasy "The Sun Diamond Princess & the Blind Assassin" featuring #BIPOC biracial princess & #Disabled romantic interest. https://www.elisebetzbooks.com

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 15d

The Sun Diamond Princess & the Blind Assassin
#BIPOC Brienne of Tarth X Daredevil X Tristan & Isolde w/ #HEA
#UnhingedPit
#A #RF ( #F & #R) #Q
#onebed 🛖
♥️🔺Relationship triangle between love & duty
🔁 Flipped trope: Princess is tall, strong, facially scarred, salty mouth, saves MMC from prostitution

she has dark hair, medium coffee colored skin, he is tan with long blond hair.

Text: The world of The Sun Diamond Princess & the Blind Assassin is a
pre-electricity alternative world with some light industrialization and features Turkish-Eastern Mediterranean vibes, but thanks to the magic of #UnhingedPit, our characters can now text each other

Screengrabs of text exchanges, Owner of phone is "Sowrdmaster"

LS: Hey Myron, you DTF?
RS: About time, Steinar, and its MYRA, you f*ckwad
LS: Ha-ha, JK. No, seriously, let me takee you to Cour de Mirth for your 18th birthday and lose your cherry - my treat
RS: ...IDK...
LS: There is a hot, blind prostitute with washboard abs...
RS: What are we waiting for?
RS: AUDIO TRASNCRIPTION: Arzhang here, since I'm blind as f*ck, and phones don't do Braille, can we do audio texts going forward?

Character limit summary of rest: Steirnar blackmailed to set Myra with assassin, he bought the wrong one. Myra and Arzhang on the run, one bed at the hut.

Princess Myra's phone, screengrab.
LS: AUDIO TRANSLATION What do you mean, Aldewude, when you say the explosion that killled my grandmother, put my father in a perpetual coma and gave me scars on my face where no guy has been willing to f*ck me so far was a false flag started by my mom, the Queen regent, so she could profit from war based on a lie?
RS: AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION Yeah, just what I said to you. So, what are you gonna do about it?
LS: AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION SInce I'm still a virgin, marry that incel emperor to end the war
LS AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION * whispers * wish I could marry you instead, Arzhang.

Next screengrab:
RS: Marry Princess Myra? She's a troll
LS: Um, Arzhang is blind, can you use Audio translation?
RS: AUDIO TRANSLATION But women are ignorant and can't read

Character limit summary - Myra hates Emperor Zviad but marry to end war. Mrya wants Arzhang to pop her cherry since Zviad is a lousy kisser, they go to Voluntia and surprise the queen.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 14h

#WIPSnips October 8th is "dungeon" (cellar)
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Before Nin woke up, she and Darach were ambushed by bandits, in which he saved her, but she took an arrow to the arm and he had to undress her while unconscious to treat her wounds, to which he apologizes.

Oak tree silhouetted against green background.
Text - A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "dungeon" (cellar)
. Cracking her eyes open, she saw Darach crouching by the fire, stirring something in her pot she brought for her journey with her wooden spoon, but he was naked. Even if she only saw him from the side and didn’t spy his manhood hidden behind his muscular thigh, the sight was enough for her to gasp in shock.
She pulled the cloak, yanking it up to cover her face and shield her eyes. “Oh, sweet Brigid, save me,” Nin prayed under her breath to the ancient goddess for the wisdom and strength to face a very naked man, and to not do something foolish she would later regret.
“You’re awake finally.” She could hear him put the cooking pot down and walk over to her.
Nin kept her eyes closed and the cloak pulled up to her face. She then noticed she was lying on a bed of some sort. She wanted to look, but was afraid to open her eyes, though the brief moment that she did open her eyes, she noticed they were in a cave. Now she noticed the dank smell that often accompanied closed off spaces, like the cellar under her home and some of the smaller storage rooms in the brewery warehouse.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 15h

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
#amwriting #spookyseason #writingchallenge #halloweenstories #amwriting #monsters #halloween #horror #serialkillers #murdermystery #darkromance

Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 1d

They burned witches not because of "witchcraft." It's because we wanted to be left alone with our books.
#books #readingforpleasure #reading #tea #gardening #IDGAF

Cozy witchy cottage in background.
Text: I am finally old enough to begin suspecting that the Brother Grimm’s portrayal of the “evil” witch living alone in the woods was a negative propaganda campaign against women who had reached menopause and the IDGAF point of their lives where they just want to be left alone to drink tea, garden and read books without the obligation of having to cook and clean for a husband who won’t do his share, nor have the care of grandchildren foisted upon her when she just wants to finally sit down, rest and have a moment of peace and quiet to herself.

Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 1d

#WIPSnips Oct. 7 "safe"
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Could not decide, so you get one from each.

After knowing each other for barely 48 hours, Mad is ready to make love with Max.

Nin went to relieve herself behind a bush and was ambushed by a wolf that Darach chased away.

Blue circuit board background.
Text: Mad & Max: A Silicon Valley Romance
#WIPSnips "safe"

Feeling extremely vulnerable, she jumped off the cliff she had been fearing, knowing Max would be there to catch her. “I’ve never trusted any man the way I trust you right now,” she confessed, barely able to get the words out with a tremor in her voice. She was feeling overwhelmed by feelings she had only ever hoped to experience. Swallowing thickly, her throat constricting, she confessed, “I feel safe when I’m with you, that I can be myself and I don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
Max’s eyes were enchantingly full of wonder and awe as his thumbs stroked her cheek. His voice full of tender sincerity, he breathed, “I think I am in love with you too.”

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Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "safe"
The wolf slowly backed away before turning and walked down the path at a trot.
Now shaking, Nin burst into tears. Darach knelt down and picked her up in his arms, carrying her back through the forest she had not taken notice of before. It had taken a while, but they finally made it back up to the road. Barley was tied to a tree patiently waiting.
Darach set Nin down on a fallen log to check her over, finally speaking. “Are you bit?”
Nin could only shake her head.
“Scratched?”
Nin shook her head as Darach looked at her hands and checked over her face and neck, his hands skating over her skin to look for scrapes or any sign of blood.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Nin threw herself forward in his arms and cried hysterically, burying her face in his shoulder.
He just held her, his arms wrapping around her, slowly rocking her and they knelt on the ground. “Shhh, you’re okay, your safe.”
Nin finally stopped crying, by she could not stop her body from shaking.
As Darach stood, Nin tried to as well, and needed his help to stand, her knees now gone weak.
He lifted Nin up onto Barley’s back before mounting once again, keeping Nin seated in front of him, his arm wrapped around her torso to hold her in place as if she might pass out.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 1d

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 2d

40+ years later and this song in "throbbingly" great.
youtu.be/kLn9EWyjlpQ?...

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 2d

Nice work!

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Highberry✧ @highberry.bsky.social · Mar 9

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 2d

#WIPSnips
October 6th is "miss"
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By the campfire, Darach asks about Nin's life growing up, and hearing her own voice, she can no longer deny that despite all her helpfulness and hard work helping others in her village, only her aunt seems to care for Nin.

Oak tree silhouetted against a green background.
Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "miss"
“It’s while I was walking alone after Willow’s wedding that I swore to stop letting myself be a door mat. To think of myself first. Then I go and helped that boy resulting in me being cursed.”
“You should not change your good attributes due to the failings of other people’s characters. You stopped to help me, and I couldn’t bear to think what would have happened if I hadn’t been there to chase that wolf away. Think of all those back in your village who would miss you?” Darach pointed out.
“At this point, the only one would miss me is my aunt. I don’t think my brother or parents would miss me. Even Willow said maybe I shouldn’t even come back.” Moving to a different village after she returned was sounding even more promising, now she had given voice to what she had denied until this point. She felt hollow inside.
“If I lived in your village, I would miss you like the trees miss rain just before the first storm of the season,” he professed softly, stroking her cheek.
If it wasn’t for her aunt, she would have begged Darach to take her back to his village with him once she had this curse removed.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 2d

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
#amwriting #spookyseason #writingchallenge #halloweenstories #amwriting #monsters #halloween #horror #zombie #zombies

Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 3d

#WIPSnips word for October 5th is "store"
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Madison's sister, Ashley, called to follow up the next morning if Madison did follow through and introduce herself to the smokin' hot cyclists she was drooling after who walked into the bookstore the night before.

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Text - Mad & Max: A Silicon Valley Romance
#WIPSnips "store"

Max smirked back at her. “I noticed at the beginning of the call you said, ‘His bike ran into my car,’ without clarifying first who’s bike ran into your car beforehand.”

Rocio interjected, “My brother is a programmer, so any gaps in logic he’s going to call that sh*t out.”

‘Sh*t, still caught.’ Madison took a sip of coffee wondering how much to divulge. If they did eventually date, he was going to find out anyway. If not and he laughed at her, at least she got breakfast cooked for her, either way it was a win, though the latter would include her pride being further battered and her ego reaching a new all-time low.

“I noticed you walking into the bookstore.” Madison squinted her eyes shut, trying not to blush as she further confessed, “My sister, noticing my attention diverted, said she’d pay for a day at the spa if I went up to you to say hello, at least.”

Rocio started laughing so hard, coffee almost came out of her nose. To Madison’s relief, Max wasn’t, but looked bemused, even flattered.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 3d

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
#amwriting #spookyseason #writingchallenge #halloweenstories #amwriting #frankenstein #monsters #halloween #horror

Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 4d

#WIPSnips word for October 4th is "hunt"
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Nin had taken a tumble down the hill after retrieving the gold from the top of Mulhcráeb with Darach, so instead of traveling back home, Darach is taking care of Nin.

Oak tree silhouetted against green background.
Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "hunt"
For three days they had stayed camped near the gate of Tairseach Mulhcráeb while Nin rested and recuperated. Darach had foraged and hunted, providing meals for them both. He even brought back berries and herbs to boil for tea since the ale in the bladders were drunk dry.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 4d

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
#amwriting #spookyseason #writingchallenge #halloweenstories #amwriting #banshee #banshees #monsters #halloween #horror

Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 5d

You nailed it. I have lived in the Bay Area since 1996 & my husband started working at a start up in S.V. starting in 1992 (he telecommuted so we could keep dating while I finished my college degree in L.A.) & we both have worked in tech in one way or another. I know this culture inside and out.

Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 5d

#WIPSnips October 3rd "hibernate"
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Madison is a bit of a work horse and never takes vacations, except for the brief Christmas trip home to L.A. Sixty hour weeks are not uncommon for her. Now she has flown out from NYC to her new job in Silicon Valley.

Blue circuit board background.
Text: Mad & Max: A Silicon Valley Romance
“I’m sorry, I’m just a bit jet lagged. I’m still on east coast time. And since this was my last day at my old job, they wanted me there until the last minute to make sure the new Corporate Controller was fully onboarded before I flew out of LaGuardia.” Madison checked the time on her phone. “Based on local time, I’ve been working since four this morning, so while I am happy for you, I have hit my mental wall.”

“At least you’ll have the weekend to adjust before you start work on Monday. It’s a pity you won’t have a week off. Vik and I would love to show you around, maybe a day trip up to wine country, though I won’t be able to drink. You’ll find living in the Bay Area is a bit different from L.A., a far different vibe.”

“Yeah, but I left L.A. just as I turned eighteen to go to NYU, before I got to experience it as a legal adult. And those short Christmas visits home, I just hibernate to catch up on sleep, so it’s not like I’ve had much of a chance to see how L.A. has changed over the years.”

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 5d

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
#amwriting #spookyseason #writingchallenge #halloweenstories #amwriting #werewolf #werewolves #monsters #halloween #horror

Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 6d

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#amwriting #spookyseason #writingchallenge #halloweenstories #amwriting #ghost #ghosts #ghoststories #monsters #halloween #horror

Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 6d

#WIPSnips Oct. 2nd "salmon"
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Nin has come back from taking care of a cousin with a broken leg to find out Alan broke their engagement of 3 years to marry her little sister, Willow, in one month. Now this, with the dowry? Nin is fed up, but it gets worse.

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Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "salmon"

“Which is why her mother and I have decided to give Willow a dowry of five hundred gold staters,” Bryn continued with his toast, “so they may be able to set up house at Alan’s new cottage on his parent’s farm and prepare for the grandchild we hope will come within the year!”
Nin had to pick her jaw up off the floor, thoroughly gobsmacked. For years, her parents had made it clear they could not spare one bronze potin for her dowry, needing every coin to help run the family brewery, and now her sister was given five hundred gold staters, a wealth nearly the size Nin had saved for herself for seventeen years. Of course, Willow had no money of her own saved, from the days she did work, to bring to the marriage, spending every bit of her wages on ribbons for her hair, new leather shoes, dresses in every color of the rainbow, and other such luxuries Nin denied herself to scrimp and save.
This was the spark that lit the fire of rage that was building in Nin’s chest. Any appetite she had for the honey cakes, roasted lamb, grilled salmon, blackberries and cheese before now fled. She couldn’t eat now, even if she wanted to.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 7d

#WIPSnips word for October 1 is "river"
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Just who Nin and Cráeb find and what they will overhear will change the whole purpose of Nin's journey.

Oak tree silhouetted against a green background.
Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "river"
“I hear them,” he whispered. Before Nin could ask who, his face morphed from one of tenderness into one of anger, his lip curling into a sneer. “Trespassers,” he snarled.

Nin’s brow furrowed in confusion but changed to surprise as Cráeb scooped her up in his arms and turned to run south, away from Mulhcráeb and towards Oakdore.

The forest parted as Cráeb ran with the speed and ease of a fish swimming downstream with a swift current in a river. The trees sped by so fast, it was a blur. As they passed through, the forest closed up once more, their path no more visible than a slow boat’s wake on a moonless night. By the time they stopped, she was sure they had traveled several leagues.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 7d

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Mx. D. D. Ward (they/them) @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 8d

Dear Meta,

Fuck you.

Basil @basdriver.bsky.social · 8d

Anyone who still has the Facebook app installed on any device, even if you don’t or barely use it (like me), check your settings!! A “new feature” has quietly been activated and it allows Meta to SEE AND SCAN your ENTIRE camera roll!!

!!MAKE SURE TO DEACTIVATE THIS!!

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 8d

#WIPSnips word for September 30th is "paw"
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Nin goes off into the woods to the side of the road to relieve herself when a wolf finds her at her most vulnerable moment.

Oak tree silhouetted against green background.
Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "paw"
Screaming, she ran pell-mell in any direction to keep her distance from her impending doom on four legs with fangs.

The soft thud of the wolf’s paws upon the ground rang in her ears, hearing the ragged breath of the beast getting closer.

Two large paws landed on the middle of her back, knocking her down. She put her hands up to cushion the fall to prevent her from landing face first onto rocks and exposed tree roots that would easily bash her face in.

Knowing wolves liked to go for the throat, she curled up into a ball, facing downward while interlacing her fingers behind her head to protect her neck. She might survive a bite to her hand or wrist, but a bite to her neck and she would be a goner.

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 9d

#WIPSnips
Sept 29 "bear"
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Max doesn't mind if Madison wants to wait until they get to know each other a little better. Madison is used to a guy whining "But why?" when she says no, but Max is a real man, not a petulant man-child.

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Text - Mad & Max: A Silicon Valley Romance #WIPSnips "bear"
Max laughed, appreciating The Fifth Element reference, as his hand crept up her ankle and began massaging her calf, looking to her face for approval. When she smiled drowsily, tipping her head back and sighed, “That feels fucking amazing. I don’t even recall the last time I had a massage,” he took that as consent. Her continued groans and sighs of pleasure he thought were a subtle invitation until he reached her knees, which quickly snapped together faster than a bear trap.
“Sorry,” she said, sitting up and scooting so his hands were resting on her feet once more. Looking at him, her brow furrowed with worry, she began stuttering, “I… I appreciate… Shit. How do I say this?”
Max was worried she had some sort of past trauma issue, and he accidentally triggered it.
Plowing on, she said, “I just haven’t had that much experience with men, and I’m the sort of girl that tends to move at a glacial pace.”

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Elise Betz #amquerying and seeking representation @elisebetz.bsky.social · 10d

#WIPSnips word for September 28th is "ink"
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After twisting her ankle and recuperating, Nin finds the magician who rolled into town has been quite busy.

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Text: A Sylvan Tale #WIPSnips "ink"

After two full days of rest, Nin emerged from her bedroom, though with an obvious limp, and a cane to help her to walk. On the door of her bedroom, she found a bunch of flowers tied with a scrap of fabric featuring the same strange symbols that the magician was writing for cures and talismans for the rest of the village folk.
Downstairs, there was one tacked to the lintel above the kitchen and one on the front door as well.
“What’s this?” Nin asked, batting at the wilting wildflowers and bit of cloth with markings on it.
“Oh, that’s to protect us from your bad luck,” her mother explained, as if were something as common as saying that it was a sunny day.
Nin did not want to ask how much her parents had paid the magician for these weeds tied with ink-stained rags.

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