Tuesday, August 26, 2025

THE IMMORTAL, a Fantasy Romance by Linda Mooney - Chapter 8, The Receipts

Posted by: Linda Mooney

THE IMMORTAL

Chapter 8 - The Receipts

  

          Jonah couldn’t get their recent conversation regarding the land and harvests out of his head. Although he also considered a sixty-five to thirty-five split in profits a fair deal, since Mr. Barnes did all the heavy lifting, somehow he couldn’t shake off the fact that Clea could be getting ripped off.

          “I’m not that gullible, Jonah. He brings me the payout sheet and a check every year. The payout sheet comes directly from the bureau after they’ve weighed each load and tabulated the cost and payment.”

          “No, madam. You may not be gullible, but you are certainly too trusting.” He frowned as he pursed his lips. “If the man’s been hounding you for years to get you to sell your land to him, what’s to stop him from denying you your full percentage? I don’t know how he could be doing it, but I will bet my gold coin he’s been stealing from you all the same. And I aim to discover how.”

          A germ of an idea began to sprout in his mind. It was during lunch when it bloomed.

          “I have to go into town to get a few things from the supermarket. Would you like to go with me? Provide me with a little company?” Clea mentioned. She hastily gave him the option to decline. “Unless you have something else you need to do instead.”

          “I would be delighted to go with you,” he assured her, adding, “I wish I was able to drive us there, but you said that wasn’t allowed since I don’t have a driver’s license.”

          That earned him a sad smile. “Not unless you can produce a birth certificate.”

          Jonah snorted. “Madam, back in those days, only the rich or royalty were given that luxury, and only because their baptisms were sanctioned by the Church. Us lowly peasants had to make do with word of mouth.”

          She stared at him for a few seconds as she pondered something. “Jonah, when is your birthday?”

          He sighed. “I have no idea, Clea. I’ve never celebrated it the way I’ve seen people of late celebrate.”

          “Are you telling me you’ve never celebrated your birthday? Then how do you know how old you are?”

          “I chose a specific time of the year as my cornerstone. Every spring, when the flowers return, and the birds build their nests, and the world awakens from its winter slumber, I add another year to my existence.” He winked at her. “It’s simple science and mathematics.”

          A look akin to pity flashed across her beautiful face but she didn’t respond. Instead, she gathered up her dirty plate and utensils, and took them over to lay them in the sink. He arose from the table to do the same. It wasn’t until he reached for the dish soap that she stopped him.

          “Don’t worry about that now. I’ll wash them when we get back.”

          He went to the back door and held it open for her while she grabbed her purse. After locking the door behind them, he got into the vehicle on the front passenger side.

          “Will you be going into the store with me? Or are you planning to go wandering around town again?” She threw him a quick smile. It broke the somber mood.

          “I was thinking about doing a bit more sightseeing,” he admitted. “If that is all right with you.”

          “Not a problem. Is there anything you need in particular I can pick up for you while I’m at the store?” Clea cast him another quick glance.

          “I am satisfied with the way things stand at the present,” he replied.

          “I’ll take that as a no.”

          When they arrived at the marketplace, Clea checked around them as they exited the vehicle. “Do you have a way to tell time?”

          “In what way, madam?”

          “Like hourly?”

          Jonah pointed to the distant tall steeple visible through the trees. “The church chimes every quarter hour and hour. Just let me know when you prefer me to be back.”

          “I have no idea how long I’ll be. Shall we say…” She peered at her wristwatch. “Meet back here in an hour? If I have a little extra time to spare, I might run over to Dougdales and get Joey a package of socks.” She sighed. “I swear, that kid goes through socks like they’re made of tissue paper.”

          “I have an idea.” Crossing his arms, Jonah braced them on top of the car’s roof and leaned toward her. “If I’m not back within the hour, go ahead and leave without me.” Of course, she started to object, but he quickly waved her off. The instant he did, a knowing smile lit up her face, and she lightly laughed.

          “Of course. You could pop out of here and be home long before I could.” She tossed the purse strap over her head to secure it across her chest. “Is there anywhere in particular you plan to go?”

          “I thought I’d see what catches my attention.”

          “Just going for a stroll?”

“That in itself is a luxury for me. You have to remember, Clea, most of the time when I passed through a town like this, I rarely got to enjoy what the location had to offer. I was too engaged in finding a temporary job that would enable me to get something to eat and a safe place to lay my head.”

She nodded, understanding, her expression suddenly serious again. “One of these days, I’d like to hear of your…exploits. I’d like to hear how you survived all this time.”

“You have my word you shall, Clea. When the time is right.” He straightened. “However, this is not the time. Enjoy your shopping. Until later.”

“Well, enjoy yourself, too. I’ll see you…whenever.” Waggling her fingers at him, she bade him “Toodle-oo!” and walked away.

Jonah watched her until she disappeared from view, then headed straight to the feed store located a short distance away. Ever since Clea had told him about her agreement with her neighbor, he’d kept himself open for any spark of an idea how to pursue it. Passing the feed store gave him that chance.

The woman behind the check-out counter glanced up from her paperwork and smiled. “Yes, sir! How can I help you?”

He graced her with his best smile. “I’m new here in town. Can you please instruct me on how to get to the Farm Bureau? They are the people who buy the farmers’ crops in this area during the harvest, are they not?”

Her smile widened. “Yes, they do, and you’re in luck! It’s not far. When you leave here, turn left, go to the end of the block and turn left again. It’s a small brick building with a sign out front. You can’t miss it.”

Thanking her, Jonah hurried away. He’d caught sight of the sign she’d mentioned when Clea had driven past that intersection, but he had no recollection on how to get there.

Now he knew.

It didn’t take him long to arrive. Inside the small building, he noticed it was basically one room containing three desks sectioned off with a low divider. Two men sat in front of their computers. One was on the telephone. The third desk was empty. The man not on the phone greeted him as he walked in.

“Good afternoon. What can I do for you?”

“Good day, sir. My name is Jonah Cobb. I work for Mrs. Clea Hatch.”

The man, whose nameplate read LEON MAITLAND, nodded but remained silent as he waited for Jonah to get to the point.

Jonah continued. “Her neighbor, Mr. Vince Barnes, tills and plants crops on her land, and they split the profits after every harvest.”

“I know Mr. Barnes very well,” Mr. Maitland admitted.

“Where does he take the harvest?” Jonah inquired.

“To our weigh station over on County Road Fourteen.”

“Is that where he’s paid?”

“No. They give him a weight card, and he brings it here. We run it against the computer files to verify it, and then we cut him a check. Why do you ask?”

“Mrs. Hatch was going over her receipts Mr. Barnes brought to her, and she found she was missing several years’ worth. She wanted me to come here and see if there was any way you could send her copies of the receipts from the past three years.”

The man turned to his computer. “The past three years?”

“Yes, sir.”

He tapped a few buttons. “I don’t see an email address on file for Mrs. Hatch. Would you happen to know it?”

Email address? Rather than admit his ignorance of such a thing, Jonah made another suggestion.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what it would be. She instructed me to have you mail her those receipts. Are you able to put them in the postal?”

Maitland gave him an odd look which Jonah recognized. His peculiar use of certain phrases was often forgiven because of his unusual accent. In this case, as it often was in the past, his difference was dismissed.

The man nodded once. “I can do that.”

Thanking him, Jonah turned to leave when the man stopped him.

“Does she want both sets of receipts for each year?”

“Both? Sets?”

“Yes. According to our records, Mr. Barnes delivers two payloads every season. Does Mrs. Hatch want both sets of receipts?”

“She didn’t mention that to me,” Jonah honestly confessed. “I would say send her both, so I don’t get yelled at.” He threw in a grin, and the man chuckled.

“I understand completely, Mr. Cobb. I’ll get those printed out and in the mail today. She should receive them no later than Friday.”

Thanking him again, Jonah left the farm bureau before the man caught sight of his rising anger.

Two sets of receipts? Since Clea had never mentioned the man paying her twice every year, there was no longer any doubt in his mind that Barnes was paying Clea for one harvest but not for the second one, which he pocketed fully. And thus her neighbor had been depriving her of her fair share that way for quite some time.

“But I won’t mention this to her. Not until the proof arrives in the mail.”

At that point, whatever she wanted to do next, however she wanted to handle the news, he’d be there by her side to back her up.

“This…is going to be interesting,” he murmured as he returned to the parking lot to wait for her.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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Monday, August 25, 2025

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 Monday August 25, 2025 

Welcome to HERE BE NEWS, where each monday we bring you all the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic:



Thursday August 21, 2025: PG Forte shares her "summer playlist with us. 

Thursday, August 21, 2025

Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days

Posted by: PG Forte

 Okay so, if you recognize the song lyrics in that title it means you're OLD. Or maybe it just means that you obsess over creating the perfect playlist for every occasion. I dunno. But, for me, it's definitely both. And if you're neither old nor obsessed, the lyrics in question come from Nat King Cole:

"Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You'll wish that summer could always be here"

It's a cute song. One I haven't heard, or even thought about in years. But this summer (fastest summer EVER) I spent a lot of time creating playlists for everything I could think of. My "Summer Playlist" being one of them.  Here's the link, if you want to hear more:



What did you do with YOUR summer vacation? 


Monday, August 18, 2025

HERE BE NEWS for Monday August 18, 2025

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 Monday August 18, 2025 

Welcome to HERE BE NEWS, where each monday we bring you all the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic:








OPERATION GLASS SLIPPER
Noir Fairy Tales, Book 5
(Based on "Cinderella")
Linda Mooney
Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 43.3K
$3.99 e / $10.99 p


Marybeth Cendrillon works her life away at her family’s bakery, but two nights a week she gets to be someone else. If her malicious stepmother and stepsisters knew about her other persona, she’d be locked in the attic for good. She lives for the nights when she can transform into Cindra, sultry songstress at Rosie’s Place.

Charles Charmer, co-CEO of Royal Steele, suspects his father, Kingsley Charmer, of dirty dealings and wants to stop him from sullying the family name and possibly ruining the company. There’s a plan to take the man down once and for all, but Charles could be caught in the crosshairs. 

A covert meeting with some of the members of the FBIM ends with Charles seeing Cindra, and he’s enraptured by the doll on stage. He wants her to perform at his father’s upcoming gala because she’d be perfect, and it would give him another chance to hear her voice again. He wasn’t expecting her to be caught in the crosshairs along with him.

With a little magical help, can they both find their happily ever afters?

Warning! Contains cherry tarts, a dangerous mission, magical raw diamonds, showing a little spine, a rope ladder, HEAMS, no go on just cake, and two people finding the courage to save themselves in order to accept each other's love. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

New! Operation Glass Slipper, Noir Fairy Tales, Book 5 (Based on “Cinderella”) by Linda Mooney

Posted by: Linda Mooney

New!

Operation Glass Slipper
Noir Fairy Tales, Book 5
Fantasy Romance
(Based on “Cinderella”)
By Linda Mooney
Word Count: 43.3K
$3.99 e / $10.99 p

Marybeth Cendrillon works her life away at her family’s bakery, but two nights a week she gets to be someone else. If her malicious stepmother and stepsisters knew about her other persona, she’d be locked in the attic for good. She lives for the nights when she can transform into Cindra, sultry songstress at Rosie’s Place.

Charles Charmer, co-CEO of Royal Steele, suspects his father, Kingsley Charmer, of dirty dealings and wants to stop him from sullying the family name and possibly ruining the company. There’s a plan to take the man down once and for all, but Charles could be caught in the crosshairs.

A covert meeting with some of the members of the FBIM ends with Charles seeing Cindra, and he’s enraptured by the doll on stage. He wants her to perform at his father’s upcoming gala because she’d be perfect, and it would give him another chance to hear her voice again. He wasn’t expecting her to be caught in the crosshairs along with him.

With a little magical help, can they both find their happily ever afters?

Warning! Contains cherry tarts, a dangerous mission, magical raw diamonds, showing a little spine, a rope ladder, HEAMS, no go on just cake, and two people finding the courage to save themselves in order to accept each other's love.

Excerpt and Buy Links: https://lindamooney.com/Noir.htm 

Monday, August 11, 2025

HERE BE NEWS for Monday August 11, 2025

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 Monday August 11, 2025 

Welcome to HERE BE NEWS, where each monday we bring you all the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic:


 Now Available as a Box Set!

Time Travel Romances Box Set, Series 1
Fantasy and Sci-Fi
by Linda Mooney
Word Count: 151K
$5.99 e

Featuring:

1000 OF YOU

She was traded to him for a weapon.

Traded, as if she was no better than a piece of property. Gova Dov doesn’t know what to expect, but it can’t be as bad as the abuse she’d received at the hands of her last master. Gova has never known kindness like Muam. She soon learns she can trust him, but can he trust someone like her? He’s told her she’s free to leave, but does she want to go? Does he even want her to stay?

ROOG

Scientist Leigh Readon and her colleagues have done the unimaginable. They’ve invented a machine that can transport matter to other platforms of the same machine. When the US government gets wind, they want it shut down immediately, or so they say. In an effort to save the technology from falling into the wrong hands, the group deletes all of the schematics and research information, and Leigh takes the risk of transporting herself to France where one of their landing pads is located.

Only she doesn’t land in the France she expected.

X-TROLLER

Emotionally scarred and physically weary, Dwan is ordered to go forty-seven years into the past in a last ditch effort to find the one man who can help her fight the monsters created decades ago by a company called Lambruchet. Monsters that have since devastated mankind and the world.

Buy Links: https://lindamooney.com/BoxSets.htm

Monday, August 4, 2025

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 Monday August 4, 2025 

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Hexes Fly (Caldryn Parliament Book 2)
Jenny Schwartz

https://www.amazon.com/Hexes-Fly-Caldryn-Parliament-Book-ebook/dp/B0DXN1LF23


The Spring Ball on the first Saturday of Caldryn Parliament’s Spring Term is a night of glamour and power.

However, this year the witch clans are feuding, and when rival clans trade curses in the ballroom non-magical bystanders are the victims.

As people transform into animals, burst into unwilling song, or fall into magical slumber Vanda Kavanagh, the Warden of Caldryn Parliament, is suspicious.

The witches claim they never intended to hurt anyone, and Vanda believes them. So, who is using the witches as a stalkinghorse for their own agenda, and what is it that they hope to achieve? Most importantly, why can’t the witches undo their own hexes?

If the spells aren’t broken by the next full moon the curses will be permanent.


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