Saturday, March 11, 2017

Rainbow Snippet March 10

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).


In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment ont he writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from The Art of Displacing Nero, a short story set to be released through Encompass Ink on March 24th. 


“Someone’s tense,” Nero commented pressing his fingers a little deeper into Vance’s flesh.
Damn, that felt good.
“More like someone spent most of their shift chopping veggies and stirring pots.”
“Thought you got promoted to sous chef? Don’t you have someone who’s supposed to do the prepping for you?”
“Danial called out sick, pretty convenient considering Black Label Society is playing at The Garden tonight and he’s a huge fan. I swear if I find out he cut work to go see them he’ll spend the next three shifts doing all the prep work for the Coq au Vins and Paellas.”
“Yeah, um, remember what you said about Dionysianism?”
Vance snorted. “Coq au Vin is…”

“No, no, no, no, no,” Nero interrupted. “When will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut?”


Saturday, February 25, 2017

Rainbow Snippet Sat Feb 25th

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).


In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment ont he writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from The Art of Displacing Nero, a short story set to be released through Encompass Ink on March 24th. 

(Please note, if any bloggers have room to take part blog tour (Early-April) for Serpent's Kiss (Snake Shapeshifter Romance: Snippets have appeared here from that one several times) they can sign up at https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeGMbf8I5kofE3tcymcYu76CYSyoId1jfb30AOmmGWqnpGkzg/viewform


“Wow, you must be tired.”
Vance jumped, knees hitting the bottom of the table, his bottle rattling in protest, wobbling and spilling several amber droplets of beer. The whole thing would likely have toppled over if not for Nero’s fingers wrapping around it to hold it steady.
“That was almost alcohol abuse.”
That rumbling voice was right beside his ear, when the hell had Nero moved? Vance tilted his head back, caught sight of Nero looking down at him, a mixture of bewilderment and concern on his lightly freckled face.
“Sorry, I guess I’m more tired than I thought,” Vance rambled, as Nero lifted his bottle and drank the last of Vance’s beer down. Vance starred at his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the liquid, wishing he could run his tongue along Nero’s throat, nip the area where Nero’s neck met his shoulders and burrow against the warmth and softness of the other man.


Friday, February 24, 2017

Wish you were Here


Wish You Were Here
Asta Idonea
Dreamspinner Press
8 February 2017
Novella/Contemporary/Paranormal
Heat Rating: 1

The death of Oakley’s sister has left his family broken and buried beneath their grief. In an attempt to get out from underneath their pain, they rent an isolated cottage in the Cotswolds. For Oakley, it’s an exercise in futility. He doesn’t see much hope for things to get back to the way they used to be, and he’s bored and restless as he waits out the time until he can return to the city and university. All of that changes when he meets local boy Bobby, and the connection between them is instant. Within a few days, Oakley is ready to walk away from everything to stay with Bobby. However, Bobby has problems of his own, and they might be more than the budding romance can survive. But they might also give Oakley a new perspective on his own situation.

Excerpt:

He moved to the lounge and peered out the window. He watched them shuffle along the garden path, his father’s arm around his mother’s shoulders. Then they headed down the narrow laneway and passed out of view. A glance at his watch revealed it was only just gone five. With nothing better to do, he decided to explore the cottage—what little there was of it.
He had no idea where his parents found this place. They had simply announced yesterday morning that they would be spending the next two weeks together in this patch of nowhere on the outskirts of the Cotswolds. Attendance was compulsory—try as he might, Oakley couldn’t budge his mother on that—so he’d thrown a few things into a duffel bag and determined to make the best of it. When they returned home, he’d be back to university. A few months ago, he’d dreaded the thought of his final year; now he looked forward to it as a reprieve from his mother’s tears and his father’s blank-faced stoicism.

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Asta Idonea (aka Nicki J Markus) was born in England but now lives in Adelaide, South Australia. She has loved both reading and writing from a young age and is also a keen linguist, having studied several foreign languages.
Asta launched her writing career in 2011 and divides her efforts not only between MM and mainstream works but also between traditional and indie publishing. Her works span the genres, from paranormal to historical and from contemporary to fantasy. It just depends what story and which characters spring into her mind!
As a day job, Asta works as a freelance editor and proofreader, and in her spare time she enjoys music, theatre, cinema, photography, and sketching. She also loves history, folklore and mythology, pen-palling, and travel, all of which have provided plenty of inspiration for her writing.

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Saturday, February 18, 2017

Rainbow Snippet Feb 18th

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).


In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment ont he writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from The Art of Displacing Nero, a short story set to be released through Encompass Ink on March 24th. 

(Please note, if any bloggers have room to take part blog tour (Early-April) for Serpent's Kiss (Snake Shapeshifter Romance: Snippets have appeared here from that one several times) they can sign up at https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeGMbf8I5kofE3tcymcYu76CYSyoId1jfb30AOmmGWqnpGkzg/viewform)

“Yeah, I switched shifts with Tucker, he needed to stay late at school for an exam, so…yeah. I don’t envy the guy. I wouldn’t want to spend three hours answering essay questions on Willa Cather and her works, then have to go strip for a room full of horny drunks who think the essays in the nudy magazines are literature.”
Snickering, Vance covered his mouth, willing himself not to laugh, it sounded like a donkey braying, and he hated it, especially when it happened in front of Nero.
“I’d much rather a beer and a hottie stripping for me, at least then the night would be worth something,” Nero remarked.
“I’m sure the value is in the grade, provided he gets a good one.”
“He’s wicked smart, I’m sure he did fine,” Nero said. “He was all hyped on Monday when he came in ‘cause his professor had given him an ‘A’ on the essay he’d written about the influence of Dionysianism on modern music culture.”
“Yeah, you lost me at Dionysianism,” Vance muttered. 

Monday, February 13, 2017

Valentine's Day Blog Hop Post


Still plenty of room to sign up to take part in the blog tour for Serpent's Kiss: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeGMbf8I5kofE3tcymcYu76CYSyoId1jfb30AOmmGWqnpGkzg/viewform

Exclusive First Peek

Now he wasn’t sure what to think, when three nights in a row the dagger of his dreams reminded him of the one they’d been bickering over. Not like he was going to mention it to Zaiden, hell he didn’t understand why Zaiden believed his gifts so important that the snakeman was willing to do anything to save them and him, especially when Darrell didn’t really want to be saved and he didn’t really care if they saved Zxex from whatever fate was in store for him, either. So maybe apathy was going to kill him, but Darrell figured it would be slower than the cigarettes that Zaiden wouldn’t let him smoke again.
“You’re thinking extremely loud today,” Zaiden hissed from behind him. Darrell whirled around, fists clenched, eyes flashing. Still, he took a deep breath and said nothing, just turned back around and went back to doing the dishes.
“You will have to trust me eventually,” Zaiden said calmly.
“Why, why the hell should I ever trust you?” Darrell growled.
“Because I know the answers to the questions you think but refuse to ask.”
Darrell huffed and turned back around again, picked up a glass, then smashed it on the edge of the sink. He watched the pieces fall to the floor in a shower of bubbles and shards while his hand closed around the largest one. He wanted the ache, the sting of flesh parting, but Zaiden’s grip on his wrist halted his progress and forced him to relax his fingers and let the shards go.
“Tell me what you dream,” Zaiden hissed.
“Something tells me that you already know.”
“It is not a question of whether I know or do not know,” Zaiden said as he maneuvered Darrell until his back was against the wall. “It is a question of when you will begin to seek answers outside of what you believe.”
For a moment, Darrell held Zaiden’s almost hypnotic gaze, before he let his glance slide away to stare out the window. He never saw the strike before he felt Zaiden’s teeth pierce the skin at his throat, and a rush of pure pleasure washed over him. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around Zaiden, let his eyes slam shut and his body relax as he clung, dragged into a sea of calm by whatever the hell was in the snakeman’s saliva.
The fangs retracted and he felt himself being lifted, and didn’t care that he was being manhandled like a child. He lay his head on Zaiden’s shoulder and curled his body against the other man’s once Zaiden had lowered them both to the couch.
“Listen to me, Darrell,” Zaiden said, his voice seeming to come from a long ways away. “However you came to live out here among the humans, there are forces quickly closing in on you that will make it impossible for you to remain separate from the rest of our people. However you came to know Zxex, whatever brought you two together, you need to focus on recapturing it. Was it a thought, did something about him call to you, is there something you glimpsed in his mind, however small, that tipped you off that he was different in the same way that you are different.”
Darrell listened to the cadence of his voice, his words sinking in, even when all he wanted was to feel the achy pleasure of another bite.
“You are rare, with potential that you cannot even fathom, but if they discover you, the only potential you will have to them is how your gifts can be used as weapons,” Zaiden tried to explain. “I need to know the importance of the dagger you dream of. I need to know where you saw it and I need to know who you were with when you were there.”
“Why?” Darrell muttered.
“Because art is not the only thing that interests Zxex,” Zaiden explained. “Artifacts do as well. The dagger you dream of is certainly one that would have held his attention.”
“How do you know what I dream about? At least tell me that. Are you a prophet too?”
“No, I am not. I have never been able to see into the mind of another the way I have been able to see into yours, nor have I ever been able to share a dream with someone the way I am able to tap into yours. But I am not able to hold those connections for long. The bond between us is a tumultuous one, and when you focus, you are able to push me from your thoughts.”
“Why a bond?”
“I do not understand your question.”
Darrell found that he really had to focus. The result of the bite had left him drowsy and wishing for sleep.
“Why is there a bond between us?” He finally managed to ask. “Don’t want one. Don’t want you in my head. Don’t want you in my life. Wanna find your brother and get you the hell away from me.”
“I know. Unfortunately, that is not a wish I will be able to grant.”
Darrell couldn’t be certain, but he detected a hint of hurt in the snakeman’s voice as he spoke those words. He quickly pushed the thought from his mind and focused instead on blessed oblivion, and when it fell like a warm weight over him, Darrell was more than happy to sink into it and give in to the pull of sleep.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Rainbow Snippet Feb. 11

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).


In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment ont he writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from Rockin' Ryker's World (yes it finally has a working title!) The following scene takes place shortly after jesse decides to leave the cabin and take his chances on the road after the storm is over.  (This will be the final snippet from the story for awhile, but I will be presenting snippets from a new story come next week. One soon to be released through CHBB publishing/Encompass Ink) 


(Please note, if anyone would be interested in joining the blog tour for Serpent's Kiss (Snake Shapeshifter Romance: Snippets have appeared here from that one several times) they can sign up at https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeGMbf8I5kofE3tcymcYu76CYSyoId1jfb30AOmmGWqnpGkzg/viewform)




Yeah, well. I hate to say it but, there are nights when I was glad he was here even if he was shit company.”

“I swear to god when I see him I’m punching his lights out.”

“Well, after you do, try taking some time to hear him out. Maybe I’m wrong and he’s not on something, if that’s the case, then he might really need you.”

“Yeah.” Kyle muttered softly. “I just hate having to wait to find out which it is.”

Ryker laughed. “You never did have any patience. Remember the time you got frustrated because the fish weren’t biting and decided to stretch a net across the creek and try to chase the fish into them. Your lucky you didn’t break an ankle doing that shit.”

Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at the memory, and soon they were trading memories until Ryker’s phone beeped and reminded him that he needed to change it. 

Friday, February 10, 2017

Flash Fiction featuring Sionn and Dare from Desolation Angel

Sometimes, when the music took over and he could hear the rumbling of Sionn’s voice in his ear, trying to get him to come back, he longed to ignore it, wanting to give his full attention to the songs that were rolling through his head.

It wasn’t often, just moments when he wished the real world would blank out and go away. It was too much sometimes. The scrutiny, the questions, the invasiveness of the magazine interviews and the DJ’s on the radio. As Desolation Angel had gotten more and more air time, more and more people had wanted a piece of him. Wanted to know how he made his music, his thought process, his creative muse, and he’d fucked up and been honest, opening a shit storm of questions about his zones and the way his focus seemed to narrow down to tunnel vision.

All he’d ever wanted was just to play and get lost in the fans singing his lyrics back to him. Why did everyone else have to get in the way?

Warm fingers skimmed through his hair, tugging lightly as nails gently raked his scalp and prickled the back of his neck, making him shiver. The music faded out as Sionn’s voice grew louder for a moment, then dimmed again, allowing the music another chance to take over.

At some point it faded though, the tail of the song trailing, leaving him longing to chase after it, snatch it and drag it back. It was safe there, wrapped in the notes, carried away by melody. Realization dawned slowly, as he blinked and sighed and found himself cradled in a strong pair of arms. Sionn was humming, and Dare froze because holy shit, Sionn was humming the song that had just been rolling through his head and how was that even possible?

He wiggled, turning in the embrace when Sionn loosened the hold. Pressing his cheek to Sionn’s chest he listened to the other man’s heartbeat as his thoughts reset themselves.

“Are ya okay now?” Sionn asked and Dare sighed contently at the rolling brogue that accompanied his voice.

“Yeah but…the song, how do you know it?”

“Ye’ve only been hummin’ it for the past hour.”

“Oh.”

“I was nay sure if ye would come back ta me this time or not.”

“Sorry.”

“Are ye nervous about tonight?”

“The show, no, I love being up on the stage, I’m looking forward to the stars and a sea of lighters. I just hate the after show shit, I don’t want to go to the party or do an interview. I just want to shower and go walk by the ocean with you. Why can’t we just do that?”

Sionn hugged him tight and rested his head on the top of Dare’s head, and for a moment, Dare was certain he was going to apologize as he always did and insist they had to do what the company asked of them, and he understood that, he did, he knew how lucky they were to have gotten a contract and how much it had meant to everyone. It was just that sometimes, being the lead singer meant too many things fell on him that he’d never wanted.

“Let’s do that then,” Sionn replied, fingertips brushing down Dare’s back.

He sucked in a breath, scarcely able to believe what he’d heard. “Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to go to the party either, I had seeing people try and drape themselves all over you and it sucks that I can’t peel their fingers off your clothes when they get grabby. No one should be touching you 
but me.”

The possessiveness in Sionn’s voice made Dare shiver and snuggled against him, breathing in the woodsy scent of his body wash.

“Go skinny dipping with me tonight?” Dare whispered.

“Och, hell yeah.”


Laughing, Dare gave him a squeeze, remembering now why he always responded to the voice when the music got loud and why he never followed it into the abyss when it was tempting. He had Sionn and that meant more than any song. Together, they could chase the rest of the world away.