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Sunday Snippet, February 25, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

“Nevertheless,” Pashevel said, touching Sonata’s horn, “there’s no sense hurting when help is easily had. Come.” He held out a hand to help Dakkas to his feet. “Mount Sonata and I’ll hand Kashrya up to you.”

Dakkas looked at him, startled. “She agreed to carry me?”

Pashevel nodded as he lifted Kashrya. He looked at Dakkas, struck by a sudden thought. “You have a unicorn?” 

Dakkas stood next to Sonata, stroking her neck gently, inhaling the sweet scent of her. “Yes. I – I did, anyhow. I don’t know what’s become of him while I – we…” He could still hear Rebel’s screams and tears filled his eyes.

Sonata swung her head and gently touched Dakkas with her horn, and he felt her permission to mount, felt an assurance that it was all right, that… Startled he took a half step back. “I think she’s trying to tell me that my unicorn is all right, that Rebel is all right…”

 

 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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Find more great reading
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Rainbow Snippet for 2-24-2018

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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.

Picking up from last week, and Doll’s memory/flashback to her meeting with the woman with the boots and bullwhip.

“She has that effect on every single submissive that meets her.  Hell, there are even a few Doms that wouldn’t mind submitting to her.”

“You aren’t affected.”

“I’m not a single submissive,” he replied with a wink.

I managed a smile but my gaze still drifted to her.  “Tell me about her.”

“No.  I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I held his gaze until he gave in.

“Her name is Melisande, but no one calls her anything other than Miss M,” he said with a heavy sigh. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 18, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Skipping ahead a bit from last week.

Justice tossed his head, looking intently toward the hilltop. Pashevel followed his gaze and saw Marlia wobble and half fall, saw Dakkas move to catch her and help her to the ground. “Must be done,” Pashevel murmured. “Let’s go get her and bring her down here.” Justice was closer, so he reached up and touched his horn, asking a question. The unicorn lowered his head in acquiescence and Pashevel vaulted lightly onto his back. Justice shifted into an easy canter, Sonata at his side. 

Dakkas looked up as they approached. “She just fell,” he said, his voice worried and a touch defensive. 

“I know,” Pashevel said, sliding off of Justice. “Sometimes when a healing is especially intense, it drains her.” He picked her up and lifted her onto Justice where her instincts took over and she gripped the unicorn with her legs even as she slumped forward over his neck. “Come on, Dakkas, let’s get them down to the fire. The wind is picking up and the last thing we need is for them to get a chill. Or you either,” he added, nodding toward the Drow’s back. “Marlia can take care of that once she’s slept.”

“It’s nothing,” Dakkas protested. He deserved the pain, the scars – neither would ever match the pain and scars that would be on his heart when Kashrya left him.

 

 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

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-17-2018

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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.

 

Picking up from last week, and Doll’s memory/flashback to her meeting with the woman with the boots and bullwhip.

“Victor…”I wasn’t sure which was irritating me more: Victor calling me “Babs” or telling me what to do.

He ignored the warning in my voice, intent on more important things.  “Look, I know what’s going through your mind right now.  You prefer men. You don’t even know her.  But if she gave you the faintest hint of interest you would beg to be in her collar.”

“I would not.”  I sighed and lowered my gaze to the smooth wooden bar top.  “I would.”  I looked up at him.  “How did you know?”

He shrugged.  “She has that effect on every single submissive that meets her.  Hell, there are even a few Doms that wouldn’t mind submitting to her.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 11, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Pashevel bowed. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” He knelt and gently spread a blanket over Kashrya, covering her. “I’m going to set up a campsite over there.” He indicated a spot surrounded by boulders. “It’s a bit more sheltered from the elements, and a little less exposed than this hill top.” He saw a startled and guarded look in the Drow’s eyes, and smiled sadly. “I don’t believe either of you got those wounds from a cave in,” he said softly, “which means that there may be some enemies about.”

Dakkas nodded, glad that the Elf – Pashevel – was not pressing him for information. He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, but once he knew that Kashrya would be all right he would tell them anything they wanted to know.

 

 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

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-10-2018

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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.

 

Picking up from last week, and Doll’s memory/flashback to her meeting with the woman with the boots and bullwhip.

I didn’t intend to look for her when I left the coat room, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. 

She sat alone at a corner table, and I studied her from the corner of my eye as I made my way to the bar, taking in details I had missed earlier: dark hair in a French braid, fair skin, understated make up. She was taller than I was, but the clothes she wore made her seem soft, somehow, but that softness was at odds with the air of command that radiated from her.

I sighed as I took a seat at the bar, and Victor raised an eyebrow.

“Who is she?”

He shook his head. “No, Babs. You don’t want to get mixed up with her.”

“Victor…”I wasn’t sure which was irritating me more: Victor calling me “Babs” or telling me what to do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 4, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Sadly he [Dakkas] stroked Kashrya’s hair as he began to sing to her, the same lullaby he had been singing when the Elves had arrived. He was going to lose her. Once she realized that he was a Drow, once she realized that she could go with the Elves, to find people that would accept her… He had no illusions as to which she would prefer – an outcast member of an outcast race, or the Elves. He hung his head, not wanting the Elf to see his tears.

“Here.” Reflexively he looked up, his eyes falling on a travel cake. “I’m thinking you need something to tide you over while I get some supper started.” Hesitantly he reached for it, glancing up to try to read the Elf’s expression. “I don’t bite.”  There was gentle humor in the voice, and a deep understanding. “My name is Pashevel.”

“Dakkas.” He took the travel cake and broke off a bite. “And this is Kashrya.”

 

 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

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-3-2018

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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.

Picking up from last week:

Unbidden, my mind conjured up fantasies of her touch, and I shuddered. 

I had never wanted anyone – man or woman – the way I wanted her.

For a moment I considered slipping a note into her coat pocket with my name and phone number, but that would be far too forward and presumptuous, not to mention that it sounded like something from a bad Doris Day movie. With a sigh I ran my hands along her coat, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles, wishing…

I didn’t intend to look for her when I left the coat room, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 28, 2018

Picking up again from last week’s snippet of Song and Sword.

“I wish there was something I could do.”  Dakkas looked up at Pashevel again, a plea in his dark eyes.  “I don’t know how to help her.”  

Pashevel’s sensitive ear caught and recognized the accent – a Drow!  He felt a wave of tension flow through his body.  “Get your filthy Drow hands off of her!” was his first response, but it never passed his lips. The look of pain and desperation in the Drow’s eyes cut through him and he dropped a gentle hand to his shoulder.  “Just keep doing what you’ve been doing, friend. Let her know that you’re here, that she’s safe, and not alone.”

Dakkas nodded, and turned back to the women. He had seen the look on Pashevel’s face, the look of revulsion when the Elf had realized that he was a Drow.  He had also seen the brief flash of pain, and had heard the sincerity of his voice, and felt the kindness of his touch.  He didn’t know which to believe.  He wanted to believe the latter, but his experience taught him that it was the first reaction that was true, and despair threatened to overwhelm him again.

 

 

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

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-27-2018

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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.

Picking up from last week, and Doll’s memory/flashback to her meeting with the woman with the boots and bullwhip.

It was nothing but an acknowledgement, I told myself, but I could not slow the beating of my heart as she moved past me, and I slipped into to the coat room, grateful for the solitude to try to collect myself.

She probably prefers men, I thought as I selected a padded hanger and carefully arranged her long leather coat on it. For that matter, I thought as I hung it in an alcove where it would not be disturbed, I prefer men.

It was true. I had scened with women, but much preferred the touch of a man’s hand. 

Unbidden, my mind conjured up fantasies of her touch, and I shuddered. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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