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Good morning, Snippetteers! — this week’s Snippet is going to have to do double duty, I’m afraid, since I’m going to be away at GRL next weekend. But here’s a bit from STONE COLD, in which Terry has just arrived home after a long day at the tattoo parlor, and after spotting his most recent ex canoodling on a park bench with his ex’s new boyfriend. (Bryce Newhouse and Lasair Faol, from BLOWING SMOKE, for those of you keeping score at home.) The two of them are in the kitchen, Terry having just brought home Thai food from his favorite take-out restaurant.


Terry shook his head and looked away, leaning against the counter and staring at the gray stone between the heels of his hands. “Would you quit being so fucking perfect?”

Maelduin had hoped for something that would make him feel less confused, rather than more. “If I am perfect, why would you want me to be less so?”

Terry had beautiful eyes, even when he was regarding Maelduin with an easy-to-read you make as much sense as an inebriated Sibyl expression. “Because then your leaving wouldn’t suck quite so badly.”


And a few links to tide you over for the next couple of weeks *winks*

Rainbow Snippets on Facebook, your home for other LGBTQIA+ goodies —

My Amazon author page, where you can find ALL the SoulShares, plus WOLF, BECOMING, A SUMMER’S DAY, the German edition of HARD AS STONE, and both Queer Sci Fi flash fiction anthologies —


Hello, Snippetteers! — I’ve spent the weekend helping to run the Queer Sci Fi vendor table at Gaylaxicon, but I’m back now! And I think you’re going to enjoy this week’s snippet, fresh from STONE COLD, my work-in-progress. Just a bit of intro — Maelduin has only recently arrived from the Fae Realm, and there’s a channeling on him (Fae channel magick rather than casting spells) that lets him understand any word he hears. As you might recall, he’s also having issues with extreme clumsiness, which in this instance has caused him to sit on the remote to Terry’s television, while Terry’s off at work. Maelduin, of course, has never seen or heard of a television…


The apartment seemed very quiet when Maelduin pushed the button and silenced the spirits. He wondered where they went, when darkness fell over their prison, the trapped spirits with the strange names — HBO, Food Network, Animal Planet, SSTARMAX, National Geographic. Perhaps they appreciated not being forced to entertain any longer at the whim of the one who held the flat black rectangular key to their prison — or sat on it, as he had done initially. It puzzled him that none of them attempted to escape — none of them listened to his exhortations, although he supposed he understood, as whatever channeling kept them imprisoned kept them from hearing or seeing him — but surely they wanted their freedom? Yet instead of attempting to flee, or planning escape, they persisted in creating food out of ingredients even a Fae found peculiar, engaging in palace intrigues and debaucheries that were nearly Fae in their complexity and the rhythm of their speech, whispering to cats possessed by demons, and attempting to sell him Medicare supplement plans, whatever those were.

At least the spirit named Gordon Ramsay had taught Maelduin the proper use of a stove, assuming it would ever be safe for him to be around open flame again.


And a few links for you —

Rainbow Snippets on Facebook, your home for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodies:

UNDERTOW, the latest in the SoulShares series:

WOLF, BECOMING, my Russian shapeshifter novella:


Hello, Snippetteers! — sorry to be so late this weekend, but I was off at the Renaissance Festival yesterday, and came home too tired to do anything but make the better acquaintance of my pillow!

I’m afraid I’ve gone to seven sentences again — but once again, I think you’ll understand why when you read the snippet. This scene involves Lasair Faol and Bryce Newhouse, the SoulShares introduced in BLOWING SMOKE; they normally live in Greenwich Village, but they’re currently in Washington, D.C. with the other Fae and humans of Purgatory to help out with a growing problem with the way the Fae Realm and the human world interact. Which is what they’ve been discussing just before this excerpt; the first speaker is Lasair.


“You fret too much, sumiúl, over things you cannot help.”

“Only because you gave me the soul that makes me give a damn.” Bryce’s eyes watered, stung.

“Would you give it back, if you could?”

The question was like cold water flung over him; Bryce couldn’t breathe with the shock of it. He’d been stupid enough to try to reject Lasair’s gift, over and over again; he still wanted to curl up and die with the shame of it, when he remembered how one of his rejections had driven his Fae lover to try to flee back to the Realm. There was nothing inevitable about a SoulShare joining, and he’d damn near thrown the other half of his soul away.


For any of you who are going to be at Gaylaxicon this coming weekend (October 7-9), please stop by the Queer Sci Fi table in the vendor room and say hello!


And a few links, for your continued reading pleasure:

Rainbow Snippets on Facebook, for more LGBTQIA+ goodies —

BLOWING SMOKE (SoulShares #5), Lasair and Bryce’s whole story —

A SUMMER’S DAY — Shakespearean m/m romance anthology, and a benefit for the It Gets Better Project (my short story, “Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound,” kicks it off) —

FLIGHT — Queer Sci Fi’s third annual flash fiction contest, a fundraiser for the Queer Sci Fi blog (my “Life/Flight” leads it off) —

Hello, Snippetteers! It’s been a seriously wet wek around here — the suburb just to the north of us got 10 inches of rain in one storm the other night, and I came way too close to finding out if VWs actually float…

All I’m going to say about this week’s Snippet is that it’s a memory sequence from STONE COLD, the WIP, taking place while Terry’s on the bus to his favorite Thai take-out place. And Maelduin’s waiting for him back at his apartment.


“Hey. You okay?”

The words washed over Terry without registering. Nothing was registering, really. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to the sidewalk outside the Duplex, or why he’d come there in the first place. He sat on his hard-shell suitcase, the only one he’d felt like taking the time to pack — maybe Bryce would send the rest of his stuff along to wherever he found to crash, maybe not. He wasn’t even sure what was in the suitcase.


And some links for you —

Rainbow Snippets, your home for LGBTQIA+ goodness on Facebook —

ZWISCHEN ZWEI WELTEN, the German-language edition of HARD AS STONE (SoulShares #1), currently on pre-order status, release date November 1 —

A SUMMER’S DAY, an anthology of Shakespearean-based stories with an m/m twist, benefitting the It Gets Better Project —

FLIGHT, a flash fiction anthology, 300-word speculative fiction stories, every flavor of fantasy, science fiction, and other spec fic from all over the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, proceeds to benefit the Queer Sci Fi blog —

Oh, and come see me at the QSF table at Gaylaxicon, the World LGBTQ Fantasy and Science Fiction Convention, October 7-9 in Minneapolis —


The 2016 Queer Sci Fi Flash Fiction anthology, “Flight”, is here, and I have a story in it! It’s a really cool concept:

A 300-word story should be easy, right? Many of our entrants say it’s the hardest thing they’ve ever written.

Queer Sci Fi’s Annual Flash Fiction Contest challenges authors to write a complete LGBTQ speculative fiction micro-story on a specific theme. “Flight” leaves much for the authors to interpret—winged creatures, flight and space vehicles, or fleeing from dire circumstances.

Some astonishing stories were submitted—from horrific, bloodcurdling pieces to sweet, contemplative ones—and all LGBTQ speculative fiction. The stories in this anthology include AI’s and angels, winged lions and wayward aliens. Smart, snappy slice of life pieces written for entertainment or for social commentary. Join us for brief and often surprising trips into 110 speculative fiction authors’ minds.

The book us available in eBook form (4.99), and will soon be available in paperback with b/w illustrations inside (12.99) and in a special collector’s edition with color illustrations (24.99).

Buy Links

Amazon eBook | Kobo | All Romance | Goodreads


Funny. Of all the places she and Torvald could have chosen to build their dream home, they ended up with such a good view of Fenixport from the porch. Lucy rocked in her grandmother’s wicker chair in the lilac twilight, her eyes on the horizon, her heart seeing the plascrete bunker and the tower beyond it.

Not how she’d planned to say goodbye. Or to meet the end of everything. But the end of everything wasn’t something you planned for.


Hello, Snippetteers! — real life has had plans for me this week, plans that didn’t involve very much writing, so I thought I’d revisit “Wolf, Becoming,” my Russian shape-shifter novella from Dreamspinner. The setup for this snippet is that Volyk, a wolf with the ability to become human under certain limited circumstances, has just found Ilya (the “male” in this snippet) lying in the snow atop a frozen river; Volyk has just run off Ilya’s two older brothers, who had beaten him with an axe handle and were in the process of chopping a hole in the ice to dump Ilya in the river until Volyk intervened.


The male’s eyes opened; his gaze wandered, unseeing, then fell on Volyk. Pale gray eyes widened, their lashes already burdened with snow. “A cleaner death than my brothers meant for me,” he murmured. “Bol’shoye spasibo.”

Volyk shook his head. I am not your death, he wanted to say. But he could smell death lurking too near the human, see it in the way the beautiful eyes stopped noticing him, the gray gaze wandered past him to contemplate something far off, in a place where nothing was.

I will not let you die.


As usual, a few links for you —

Rainbow Snippets, your home for LGBTQIA+ goodness on Facebook:

WOLF, BECOMING on Dreamspinner:

FLIGHT: Queer Sci Fi’s Third Annual Flash Fiction Contest — comes out September 21, available for preorder now, and my “life/flight” was chosen to kick it off!


Good afternoon, Snippetteers! — sorry so late today, it’s been a busy morning and afternoon and it’s not over yet. But here I am, and here Maelduin is (fine to look at, isn’t he?), having just had his first attempt at what he thinks is a final seduction deflected by Terry. This, needless to say, is not a situation with which most Fae are at all familiar, even Fae of a House considered cursed with an inability to love.


How had matters spun so far out of his control, in less than a day? A lifetime’s work and self-discipline, consummated at last, would have been wasted and worthless, had he not come through the Pattern… but the act of coming through the Pattern had robbed him of every fruit of that discipline, left him cursed and clumsy and helpless.

Helplessness was not a state any Fae could bear. One of the darkest of the many words as’Faein for torture, danamhris, came from an ancient root meaning, simply, ’to be done unto.’ Maelduin could not endure it. Would not.


And here are a few links for you —

Rainbow Snippets, your home on Facebook for all kinds of LGBTQIA* goodies:

UNDERTOW, the latest book in the SoulShares series, the story of Mac and Lucien and Rhoann:

And here’s a surprise — I found out this week that the first book in the SoulShares series, HARD AS STONE, is coming out in German on November 1! (And what a pretty cover!) Here’s a pre-order link:


Rainbow Food

Hello, Snippetteers! — this week’s snippet (seven sentences again, can we maybe see about adding another stripe to the flag?) is from STONE COLD. It’s the morning after Terry and Maelduin’s first, erm, encounter, and Maelduin has just gone off into the kitchen to make the two of them something to eat. For once, I don’t think any more background than that is needed. *winks*


“How are you going to eat with that on your face?”

For a second, even lying flat on his back, Terry felt dizzy, as if the bed had opened up and dropped him into a bottomless pit. Maelduin’s words were ordinary, but there was nothing ordinary about the way he said them — the other man’s voice was suddenly smoking hot baritone sex.

Terry’s hand was shaking as he took the pillow off his head. He hoped Maelduin didn’t notice. I really, really need to get hold of myself. The tall, lean blond was just another one-night stand.


And here are my links for the day —

Rainbow Snippets on Facebook, your home for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodness:

UNDERTOW (SoulShares #7), the latest installment in the SoulShares series:

A SUMMER’S DAY, a Shakespearean m/m anthology benefiting the It Gets Better Project, which includes my short story, “Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound”: bow Snippets


Hello again, Snippetteers — it’ been a wonderful couple of weeks, immersing myself in the Irish music scene, but it’s great to be back! I’m afraid I have another seven-sentence snippet for you this week (but maybe since I’ve been gone for two whole weeks, I might be forgiven for an extra sentence? *winks*)

This snippet is from STONE COLD, my WIP. Terry has just brought Maelduin home with him, and they’ve just had sex for the first time. And Maelduin, in a show of thoughtfulness unusual for a Fae (though Terry has no idea that’s what he is) has offered to clean Terry up afterward. Terry’s just told him where the washcloths are (a cupboard above the bathroom sink) and Maelduin’s rolled out of bed to go get one. Oh, and another thing Terry doesn’t know is that Maelduin is apparently under some kind of curse of clumsiness — all he knows is that Maelduin is both the most gorgeous guy and the biggest klutz he’s ever seen in his life.


Another silence, then water running, then silence again. And then a loud thunk. “Fola’magairl!”

Terry took one look at Maelduin, emerging from the bathroom clutching a wet washcloth in one hand and rubbing his head with the other, and immediately rolled over, presenting his ass for Maelduin’s ministrations and conveniently burying his face in the pillow to smother another gale of giggles. He felt weight on the backs of his knees and his thighs — Maelduin straddling him — and then the warm caress of a washcloth.

Wouldn’t mind getting used to this.

As if.


And my usual end-of-Snippet links —

Rainbow Snippets, your home on Facebook for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodies:

Riverdale Avenue Books is offering SoulShares #1, HARD AS STONE, for 50 percent off through the end of August, with coupon code 8HAS2016:

And please check out A SUMMER’S DAY, an anthology of Shakespearean m/m romance stories in which I’m honored to have the lead-off story, with all proceeds benefitting the It Gets Better Project:

So Many GOOD Things!


It’s been a crazy busy few weeks in the Ni Coileain household, and I’m headed out the door in a few minutes for a long weekend at Milwaukee Irish Fest — but I just wanted to leave you with a couple of the really cool things that have happened to me and my boys lately!

A SUMMER’S DAY — I have the lead-off story in this Shakespearan m/m short story anthology benefiting the It Gets Better Project —!

Fabulous review of UNDERTOW from Becky Condit at USA Today’s Happy Ever After blog —

And in case you’re inspired to buy *winks*

UNDERTOW (Amazon):

And, as referenced therein —

HARD AS STONE (Riverdale Avenue Books, 50 percent off during August with coupon code 8HAS2016):