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Rainbow Snippet for 6-23-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Looks like I’ll be posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord for a while. It’s a fantasy series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

A bit of background on the characters in this snippet for those new to the series.

Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at the Academy, and lovers.

Draethlen is 10 years old, and is a new cadet at the academy. Marsden (the commander of the garrison at the academy) rescued him from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.

Skipping a few lines from last week. Wellhym and Draethlen are already in a bathing pool when Kordelm joins them.

Kordelm leaned back,closing his eyes with a deep sigh of contentment.“I think I could live in here.”

“Feel free,” Wellhym said, “but don’t expect me to bring you your lunch.”

Kordelm idly splashed water into his face, and a moment later Draethlen was scrambling backward out of the pool to avoid being swamped as the two wrestled, apparently trying to drown one another.

The match was over as quickly as it had started, and both men were laughing as they turned to Draethlen. “It’s safe again,” Wellhym assured him and he eased back into the water.

“You have to watch Wellhym, though,” Kordelm said. “Ordinarily he’s quiet and steady, but every once in a while he gets this insane urge to drown someone.”

“Look who’s talking,” Wellhym said with a snort, leaning back and spreading his arms along the edge of the pool. “I seem to recall you starting it.”

“All I did was this,” Kordelm protested splashing water at him again, grinning.

“See what I have to put up with?” Wellhym said to Draethlen. 

Kordelm’s head was resting on Wellhym’s outstretched arm. “You make a nice pillow,” he commented.

Wellhym half turned, and brought his other hand around and pushed Kordelm under the water, then scrambled out of the pool laughing as Kordelm surfaced. 

“Time for lunch,” Wellhym grinned, toweling off as he padded back to the dressing room.

Kordelm watched him go then turned to Draethlen. “When you make friends, and find a best friend, try to have more sense than I did and pick someone closer to your own size. You’ll be harder to drown.”

(For the record, Draethlen didn’t listen. His best friend is at least a head taller and about twice his bulk. LOL)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 17, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month.

Picking up from last week — Cara was awakened by a phone call, even though her phone’s volume was off.

 

Her voice was as shaky as her hands, part of her mind wondering if her grandmother would sound the same as she did in her dreams.

But it wasn’t a woman’s voice that replied.

“Cara Hawthorne?”

“Yes.” She sat up, her hand tightening on the phone.

“You probably don’t remember me, but my name is Jacob Wylde. I was a friend of your grandmother’s.”

Jacob Wylde. He had lived in the groundskeeper’s house and had always had time for the endless questions of a curious child. She had helped him – he had helped her – plant a flower garden every year. Marigolds and petunias.

“Miss Hawthorne?”

His voice pulled her out of the near trance of the memory.

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand.

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Rainbow Snippet for 6-16-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Looks like I’ll be posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord for a while. It’s a fantasy series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

A bit of background on the characters in this snippet for those new to the series.

Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at the Academy, and lovers.

Draethlen is 10 years old, and is a new cadet at the academy. Marsden (the commander of the garrison at the academy) rescued him from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.

(This book is my current edition of editing hell, so… squint.)

Picking up from last week.

“Some men,” Wellhym said, choosing his words carefully, “love women. And there is nothing wrong with that.” Draethlen nodded, and he went on. “And some men love other men. And there is nothing wrong with that, either.” Draethlen’s breath was coming faster as fear mounted. “But,” Wellhym continued, “what is wrong, is for someone to force themselves on another, male or female, who is an unwilling partner.” Suddenly Draethlen found himself being held by Wellhym, surrounded by a pair of powerful arms that made him feel somehow safe. “What he did to you wasn’t love, it was hate.”

“Why?” Draethlen asked, his voice muffled by the man’s chest. “Why did he hate me?”

“He didn’t hate you, Drae, he hated himself. He just took it out on you because you were smaller and weaker than he was and by hurting you he didn’t have to hurt himself.”

“What if, what if I really do like men like they said I did?”

“Well, then, you love men instead of women, that’s all.” Wellhym’s voice was gentle and matter of fact. He pulled back a bit to look Draethlen in the eye. “Just promise me one thing, Draethlen. Whoever you love, do it gently.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 10, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

Why hadn’t she turned off the volume on her phone before she went to bed?

Cara fumbled for it, the fog of sleep clearing enough that she could see that the sound was off, and yet the phone was definitely ringing. The number was one she recognized, one she had almost called many times, always changing her mind at the last minute before hitting dial.

Even as a shaky finger pressed the screen to answer the call part of her mind wondered if the letter had had time to reach her yet.

“Hello?”

Her voice was as shaky as her hands, part of her mind wondering if her grandmother would sound the same as she did in her dreams.

But it wasn’t a woman’s voice that replied.

 

Tentative blurb. (Gawd, but I hate writing blurbs!)

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 6-9-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Looks like I’ll be posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord for a while. It’s a fantasy series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

A bit of background on the characters in this snippet for those new to the series.

Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at the Academy, and lovers.

Draethlen is 10 years old, and is a new cadet at the academy. Marsden (the commander of the garrison at the academy) rescued him from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.

(This book is my current edition of editing hell, so… squint.)

Skipping ahead some from last week. Kordelm and Wellhym have given Draethlen a sword lesson and a demonstration in hand-to-hand combat that ended with the two of them in a wrestling match) and they are now heading for the bathhouse. Draethlen is frightened about undressing.

Wordlessly, Draethlen nodded and slowly unbuckled his sword belt, adding it to the shelves with the other weapons; as he sat down to take off his boots it was all he could do not to shake. 

“Drae, listen to me.” He looked up to find Wellhym kneeling in front him so that their eyes were level. “Marsden is going to kill me for telling you this, but he filled us in a bit on what happened to you, on what the Headmaster made you do.”

Draethlen felt waves of shame break over him and he looked down.

“No, Drae, look at me.”

Startled by the unexpected tone of command in Wellhym’s voice, Draethlen looked up.

“What he did to you was wrong. But it was his wrong, not yours. Do you understand that?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 3, 2018

I’m ba-ack! I’ve been not participating for a while as I got used to a new job that has me working night shifts now and then. I think I have a handle on it now and can get back to blog hopping. I hope so – I’ve missed everyone!

Anyhow, I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. I think finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

 

Cara Hawthorne stared at the letter in her hands. She knew the address was right; for the last twenty years she had sent a gift and a thank you note every Christmas and every birthday. Her mother had not permitted more contact than that, and even after she had moved out on her own she hadn’t taken any steps to reach out to her paternal grandmother, had barely thought of her except at Christmas and birthdays.

But for the last several weeks she had dreamed of her, of a woman she hadn’t seen since she was seven years old. 

She sighed, uncertain. A letter seemed so impersonal. She had her phone number, but was hesitant to call it. What did you say to someone you hadn’t spoken to in two decades? And how did you explain that you were calling because of a series of dreams without sounding like you’d lost your mind?

Before she could change her mind she slid the letter into the mailbox and got back in her car. She was going to be late for work and senior partner of the law firm was already unhappy with her – the dreams had been disturbing her sleep and interfering with her job.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 6-2-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

 

I’m back! It’s been a couple months but I think I have the new work schedule sorted out now and will be able to keep up with blog hops. I hope so, anyhow, because I’ve missed all of you.

I’m not sure what I’ll be posting from – it may change each week depending on my mood, but this week it’s from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

A bit of background on the characters in this snippet.

Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at the Academy, and lovers.

Marsden is the commander of the garrison there, and a father figure to the two of them since he practically raised them.

Draethlen is 10 years old, and is a new cadet at the academy. Marsden rescued him from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.

Marsden has just finished telling Kordelm and Wellhym about how he came to find Draethlen and what had happened to him.

(This book is my current edition of editing hell, so… squint.)

 

“Right now,” Marsden continued, “we need to focus on helping Draethlen. I don’t think the boy has ever known a lick of kindness in his entire life. I know he doesn’t trust anyone, at least not men. And that’s where you two come in.”

“Us?” Kordelm looked at Marsden, startled. “But we’re what he fears.”

“No,” Wellhym said before Marsden could speak. “We are what his tormentors fear.”  Both of them turned to look at him.  “I’ve been where he is,” Wellhym said softly.  “Not the rape or physical abuse, but the bullying and the name calling.”  He found himself studying his boots.  “I – I grew up in a small farming community.  I was… different… and different is never good.”

He looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder: Kordelm had moved silently to stand beside him. Their eyes locked for a moment, then he smiled, and turned to Marsden, who was smiling at the two of them.

“I was right – you two are exactly what he needs.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, April 1, 2018

Camp NaNoWriMo has begun and I’m back to work on the sequel to Song and Sword, so here’s an excerpt from the first day’s writing. (Warning: it’s still pretty raw.)

They’ve been discussing whether or not it would safe for Inizi (Torisden’s Intended) to be with them outside of the Elven homeland of Alur’va’sia, and Dakkas suggested more Elves moving into the Drow country of Raes’drao-V’len.

 

Pashevel nodded thoughtfully. “That’s might not be a bad idea. It would let more of your people get to know their brethren, now that more of them seem to be open to the idea. And it would let Inizi stay in Raes’drao-V’len with us.”

“Maybe,” Devrin said softly, “we should stop deciding where she stays or goes and let her have a say in it?”

Pashevel laughed. “Good point. I certainly don’t want to start off on the wrong foot with my future queen.”

“Your future queen?” Torisden stared at him. “You already have a queen.”

“Yes, as does Dak and as will you. But when all three kingdoms merge under your rule then you and Inizi will be our King and Queen.”

Torisden could only stare at him. “No,” he said softly. “I could never be your king, Pash. Or yours either, Dak. I… It wouldn’t feel right.”

“Nevertheless, it will happen,” Pashevel said, smiling. “But as I said before, we’re not ready to step down just yet.”

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Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

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Sunday Snippet, March 25, 2018

A bit of a reunion in Song and Sword this week, picking up from last week’s post.

“We gained a new companion in the night,” Pashevel told him.  “Someone who is very anxious to speak with you.”

Dakkas felt a cold clutch of terror, remembering the voice – so familiar yet so elusive! – from the dungeon. But Pashevel knew about him, knew that he had been the one behind the torture – surely he would not have invited him to the camp! 

 “Calmly, friend. There is nothing to fear. You are safe.” 

“But who…”

Pashevel smiled and stepped to one side, directing his gaze out to the clearing in front of their shelter. Sonata’s blue-black coat was a dark shadow in the morning; Justice glowed white and gold next to her. And with them was a third unicorn, his coat gleaming a rusty red in the morning light, and Dakkas gave a cry of pure joy. “Rebel!”

Marlia half-woke and looked to see what had roused her. As always, her eyes sought Pashevel first, and she followed his gaze. Dakkas stood, leaning into the chest of a unicorn, kneading his withers. The unicorn tucked his head, pressing it against the Drow’s back, holding him there, and she could not help but smile as she lay back again, still exhausted. She turned her head to find Pashevel watching her, a knowing smile on his lips, and she scowled and rolled over, pulling the blanket over her. 

Pashevel chuckled softly; she didn’t want to admit that he was right, but he would win her over. She just needed a chance to get to know Dakkas the way he had, needed to see what he had seen.

 

 Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

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Rainbow Snippet for 3-24-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

I’m posting excerpts from Doll, a little F/f BDSM story that I started back in January of 2014. It’s kind of a UFO (UnFinished Object) that is sort of turning back into a WiP. We’ll see.

Victor and I both watched as Ike greeted Miss M and the two of them disappeared into Ike’s office.

“I wonder what that’s all about?” Victor murmured.

“Maybe someone needs some additional training,” I retorted, but he shook his head.

“If he was going to send me to her for training he would have just done it.”

I raised my eyebrows and he shrugged. “He’s sent me to her before.”

My eyebrows went higher and he laughed. “Nothing bad. He just wanted me to learn some skills he wasn’t capable of teaching me.’

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Have you ever seen the way that man cleans? He has a lot of skills, but housework isn’t one of them.”

“He sent you to a Pro Domme to learn to clean house?”

Victor shrugged. “And to… develop a proper attitude toward it.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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