Friday, June 17, 2016

Rainbow Snippet June 18

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 on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE

This week, my snippet is taken from my new release Roadhouse Reds. The original idea behind Roadhouse Reds came from working in different diners, bars,  coffee shops and restaurants in my twenties. The atmosphere of the roadhouse is taken from my favorite bar and grill, while the inspiration for some of the staff was drawn from some of the folks I worked with. The crash of the alien ship in the cornfield near the roadhouse was inspired by a real life crash into a very different field, while the rest of the story came along much, much slower. In fact, the opening scene was written almost ten years before the end of the book. Makes me glad I never throw story notes away. I’m so grateful to the readers at gayauthors.org who encouraged me with their kind words and reviews during the creation of the story, and to Wayward Ink for seeing the potential in it, and taking a chance on sending it out into the world.


“Preacher Fisher thinks that it was Satanists, Petunia. What do you think of that?”

“Preacher Fisher thinks everything wrong in this town is because of Satanists or a cult. He’s got half the folks thinking they’re going to be murdered in their beds or sacrificed to the devil.”
“Well, not me, thank you very much. I sleep with my cross in one hand and my Colt .45 beneath my pillow.”
Jason about spilled the water when he heard that, his eyes sweeping over the weathered lady with the silver hair and steel-gray eyes.
“Don’t look so surprised, young man. Why when I was your age I could blast a bottle off a fence post two hundred feet away.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jason replied hastily.
“I can still hit the target when I go to the range. No, Lord, no one’s murdering me in my bed.”
“No, you’ll just shoot yourself in your sleep,” Petunia added.
“Least the Satanists won’t get me.”

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Rainbow Snippet June 11th 2016


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 on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE

This week, my snippet is taken from my upcoming release Roadhouse Reds, which is currently available for Pre-Order through all major Ebook sellers. The official release date is June 17th. 


“You will sit still,” Bakari instructed as he easily pulled Jason back up the bed and slid his hand into his hair.
Jason flinched when Bakari’s fingers slid over the gash. Then his eyes fluttered closed at the coolness of the fingers and how good they felt against his overheated skin. Too good. He jerked away before he could get comfortable.
“Stop touching me,” Jason growled as he tried once more to get up from the bed. “Just… leave me alone. I don’t need any help.”
“The way you were bleeding all over the shower suggests otherwise,” Pandya shot back, pulling Jason back on the bed himself this time. “I think help is exactly what you need. In fact, everything about you suggests that help is what you have needed for a very long time.”


Roadhouse Reds Cover blurb: 
Born moments before his parents crashed landed on Earth, Jason was raised in foster care. As soon as he was old enough, he packed his backpack and hit the road. Just him and his bike.

Now a jaded young man, living above a roadhouse diner and bar with several other misfits, he struggles to understand friendships, relationships, and the bonds of family.

Unbeknownst to Jason, other refugees from the planet Altiss also made it safely to Earth. After discovering Jason living as a human, they seek to safeguard him and his fledgling abilities.

As Jason’s powers begin to manifest, his mate arrives on earth looking to claim him. Ano ki stalks Jason, seeking to gain his trust, and his proximity only intensifies Jason’s burgeoning magic.

Fearing they will be dragged back to the planet they fled, the refugees prepare to do battle. In Jason, they believe they may have what is needed to tip the scales in their favor.

Left with no choice but to accept his heritage and learn to fight, Jason struggles with some harsh lessons about love and trust amidst a backdrop of battle and betrayal.


Friday, June 10, 2016

Cover Reveal for Roadhouse Reds

I'm so excited to finally unveil the cover to my upcoming novel, Roadhouse Reds which is now available for pre-order and will be released on June 17th. 




ROADHOUSE REDS
LAYLA DORINE
Born moments before his parents crashed landed on Earth, Jason was raised in foster care. As soon as he was old enough, he packed his backpack and hit the road. Just him and his bike.
Now a jaded young man, living above a roadhouse diner and bar with several other misfits, he struggles to understand friendships, relationships, and the bonds of family.
Unbeknownst to Jason, other refugees from the planet Altiss also made it safely to Earth. After discovering Jason living as a human, they seek to safeguard him and his fledgling abilities.
As Jason’s powers begin to manifest, his mate arrives on earth looking to claim him. Ano ki stalks Jason, seeking to gain his trust, and his proximity only intensifies Jason’s burgeoning magic..
Fearing they will be dragged back to the planet they fled, the refugees prepare to do battle. In Jason, they believe they may have what is needed to tip the scales in their favor.

Left with no choice but to accept his heritage and learn to fight, Jason struggles with some harsh lessons about love and trust amidst a backdrop of battle and betrayal.














Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Spider Webs and Cover Art



On June 1st, my novella Spider Webs and Cover Art was released by MLR Press. I wrote it in response to their Take A Pause anthology call, which was designed to draw attention to semi-colon tattoos and their meaning. As soon as I read the call for submission I knew I had to write something, the subject was just too close, too personal. 

In high school I fell in love with music. I also fell in love with a green-eyed brunet who loved ripped jeans and tattered red Converse shoes. Every Saturday morning I went to my guitar lesson and when I was done I went to his house and shared with him what I learned, that way he could learn too. We had dreams you see, of forming a band, buying an old van and driving coast to coast, playing our music and seeing the country. We had dreams of campfires and songs filling the night, starry skies and making memories. 

In school we were given tan paper for working out math problems. These usually ended up being used for drawings, love notes, poetry and lyrics. He would slip them into my locker between classes, and I would slip them into his pockets when I hugged him in the hall. 25 years later I still have many of them in a keepsake box. They were beautiful then, they are even more beautiful to me now. 

But for all the beauty he created, there were moments of ugliness too, long jagged lines he carved into his flesh, names he called himself, times he beat his hands bloody on brick walls, or metal lockers. There were scary conversations on the telephones, tears, and a constant fear of losing him to his own actions. There were bloody blades wrapped in paper and left in my locker, or slipped through the mail slot of my apartment. There was poetry filled with darkness and lyrics that spoke of demons and death. 

Then one night I got the phone call that changed everything, because it was the night that he got sent away. I will always believe that as much as he hated that facility, it saved his life, and though the relationship between us changed in the years that he remained there, I would rather know that he is still playing his music and still filling the world with art and lyrics, than have had him stay and lost him a different way. 

Instead, we both lost someone else that was an important part of those days and those memories. We lost the smiling, laughing buddy who sat on the porch with me and listened to my fears. We lost the trusted friend that walked through the park with us, listening to lyrics and our hopes for the band. We lost the strong young man who was brave enough to get between my lover and the wall and stop him from hurting himself. We lost the beautiful soul who helped me pick my prom dress then escorted me when my fiancé was locked away and unable to go. 

We lost him to a gun held in his own hand. To reasons we'd never know. To a pain we missed. To the darkness that insisted on claiming a life that year. 

It was for both of them and for me that I wrote Spider Webs and Cover Art. Because there is no forgetting those moments or those friendships or that loss. Because time might dull the pain but it never truly heals. Because each year I still cry for a life cut short and a dream that died, the soldier who never was, the friend who always will be forever seventeen and holding me in the one and only picture I have of us together. 

In a month I’ll get my own semi-colon tattoo and I will wear it on my wrist with pride, front and back, the way I have written Jace wearing it in my story, and like Jace, I hope there will be those who will ask me about it. 

There are days when it’s still as raw as when I found out. There are times when I still close my eyes and see his grave. In my teens I wore dragons for protection, one of the pieces is buried there, I’d hoped it would guard him on the other side.


There are moments when I want to know why, when I picture them both in my head and cry for different reasons. I know I will never understand it, that the peace I have made with it all, such that it is, will have to be enough, at least until I cross over too, and might have the chance to ask him. I'd like to believe that the ones we loved will be waiting wherever it is that dead souls go. 


Saturday, June 4, 2016

Rainbow Snippets June 4th



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 on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE

Well my long road trip is over and I'm back home with stable internet. It wasn't as hard as I thought, going without, though I missed being able to do snippets and my freebie friday story. So here is a Snippet from my new Novella which was released on June First. Spider Webs and Cover Art from MLR Press. I'm sorry, more than 6 lines, I know. 

She laughed at that and just shook her head at him, “So then what does it mean?”
Jace glanced down at his wrist and the empty spot where the tattoo would go. A reminder never to cut there, a reminder never to hurt too much to tell someone he was in pain, a reminder of just how much it hurt to lose someone and be left wondering what you could have done to help and if you could have saved them.
“Hope,” Jace said at last, taking a deep breath and letting it out slow. “It’s an invitation, a conversation starter, a way to remember those who weren’t able to save themselves. It’s a reminder to look a little closer, ask questions, never forget that someone you love might be suffering from something that they don’t understand or aren’t able to share.”
“All that from a semi-colon?” she asked skeptically as she turned back to the screen.

“It made you ask, didn’t it?”


Saturday, May 7, 2016

Rainbow Snippet May 7th



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 on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE

This week, I have something a bit new, very rough, its from the rocker/bodyguard story I've been toying with. 


Look Jessie said at last. "I get it okay, you hate me, so let’s make it easy. I resign from the band effective immediately. As soon as the bank opens after the holiday I’ll put it in writing and get it notarized. That should make everyone happy and you won’t ever have to be disappointed in me again.”

“And that’s going to solve what?”

“Everything apparently because all of the bands issues would be solved.”

“And what about your issues?” Kyle demanded and grabbed Jesse’s arm.

“Like you give a damn.” Jesse grumbled trying to shake his grip off.

“I’m asking, aren’t I? Doesn’t that count for anything?”


“I don’t know anymore,” Jesse said softly.

On Desolation Angel and the Desolation Tour to come


My latest release, Desolation Angel has been out for two months now, but with all the things that have been going on in my life since then, this has been the first time I’ve had the opportunity to really sit down and write a bit about how truly special Desolation Angel is to me.

Desolation Angel was the first full length novel I’d tried to write in over a decade, the one before that had been in a novel writing class and while I had played with it over the years, I’d never felt that it to a level where I could show it to anyone. In that space between the class and writing Desolation Angel, I worked on little pieces. Poems, short stories, flash fiction, roleplay storylines for the online RPG game I was involved in, and somewhere in all of that, I wrote a little novella called Cold Confusion and found myself looking for a place to share it.

That search eventually lead me to the Gay Authors site. I signed up for a membership and posted my first story, which went through a mod, Cia, who sent me an email regarding the story and offered to work with me to polish it up to site standards. For me that was such a confidence booster. Here was someone telling me my story had merit, it just needed cleaning up a bit, so enthused, I jumped into the editing process and soon my story appeared.

At the time, I figured I’d gotten it out of my system. I’d never written M/M romance before though I very much enjoyed reading it, so I figured Cold Confusion would just be a one off, after all, it had been ten years since I’d tried to write anything long, by then I just didn’t figure I had it in me anymore. It had been a dream in my youth to be a writer, but by that point I was in my later thirties, too old for dreams, or so I thought. Then low and behold, this character popped into my head, and he was brilliant but troubled. His musical dreams were sparked by something I’d read while doing some research on a classical composer, and his friends and band members were an amalgam of different characters I’d written over the years.

I’d never imagined myself writing a romance, in fact, I don’t really consider Desolation Angel to be one. Yet, there is elements of a relationship forming, but this story is more about finding oneself and understanding that everyone is different, and meant to be special in their own right. My focus was to show that the idea we have of what is normal does not always fit who we are or who we were meant to be.

Dare is a troubled but beautiful soul and those who surround him know that. For some of them, no, it isn’t an issue, and while it is an issue for Sionn, it’s his fear for Dare’s safety that makes it so, not his desire for Dare to be like everyone else. Of course it doesn’t come through that way, when do we ever manage to convey things correctly when we are terrified?

Of course there is another relationship in the book, that is touched upon but not fully explored, yet, you see, about halfway through Desolation Angel I realized that I would never be able to tell their story in one book, so I started panning for a time when they would go on tour. There, it would be far easier to explore not only the ties that hold them all together, but them on the stage and the energy of performances.

That book is outlined already and writing will begin soon, I have two other semi-finished projects to complete first. To tell the truth, I’m excited to get started. I love the Desolation Angel group, I love what I’ve started there and the potential for where their story can go.

I also wanted to take a moment and talk about the pair that through the book is stalking them. You see, that’s taken from a memory, events of a misspent young adulthood and associations that were on the less than savory side. So yes, that need to get revenge might seem a little single minded to some or even far-fetched, but people do a lot of messed up shit when they think they’ve been wronged. Trying to save a reputation, or pay someone back for disrespecting them can become an obsession, and we all know that people can be obsessed with dumb shit that can land them in some pretty messed up situations. I wanted to explore that, not just in book one, but because there are things from Dare’s quest to be normal that will bite him in the rear later when the band is on tour. That instance lays the groundwork for one of them.

Writing Desolation Angel gave me the courage to write Guitars and Cages, as did the feedback I received from those who read Desolation Angel and fell in love with Dare just like I had. That book was the start of a new dream for me, and I am proud to say that earlier in the month I submitted both Burning Luck and a novella I had written a few National Novel Writing Months back, called Even Poseidon Drowns. They make up my seventh and eighth submissions to Wayward Ink, well if one doesn’t count the three short stories for anthology I’ve turned in.

Currently, I am working on a snakeshifter book I started over a year ago, it’s about halfway complete, and I am hoping that on my 18 day roadtrip I can knock out a big chunk of what remains. As for the Desolation Tour, I expect to have it finished by Christmas, as it will be this year’s NaNo project. It feels good to have goals again.

Here is a link to Desolation Angel on All Romance ebooks, it’s on sale right now, a great opportunity to give Dare and the band a chance.

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-desolationangel-1989899-149.html

Here’s the link to it at Amazon too both places give the opportunity to read the first chapter.

https://www.amazon.com/Desolation-Angel-Layla-Dorine-ebook/dp/B01C1E03BS/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1462638863&sr=1-3