Archive for February, 2016

Hello, Snippetteers! — today’s six lines are from UNDERTOW, my work-in-progress. Lucien has just come home from a long night at work — he’s Purgatory’s lead bouncer, and tonight his partner Mac, the lead bartender, got home a few hours before he did, and Lucien’s just slid between the sheets and snuggled up with him. I purely love writing these two — it’s a joy to write an established couple my own age, or close to it.


Mac’s big hand slid up and down Lucien’s back; a finger traced lazy spirals in what the mirror at the gym told Lucien was a dark pelt scattered with white hairs, then slid down between his ass cheeks. Not demanding anything. Mac, Lucien knew, was just enjoying what he knew was his.

“Love you, Fuzzball,” Mac mumbled. A sleepy kiss brushed the short curls on Lucien’s shoulder.

“Love you more.”


And, as usual, a couple of links for you —

The Rainbow Snippets Facebook group, for more LGBTQIA goodies:

And my new release, Wolf, Becoming, a unique shifter romance:



It’s here! — it’s release day for


You met Volyk and Ilya in “Ilya and the Wolf.” Now hear their whole story.

Volyk – oboroten’, wolf by nature and human by magick…
Ilya Borisovich, the gentle, luckless third son of a modern-day merchant prince…


Chapter One

Eighteen years ago

All tales have a beginning. Some have more than one.

East of the sun and west of the moon, in the long-ago days when magick still filled the world, there lived in the trackless steppes great beasts with the power to assume the shapes of men at will. Even after the magick withdrew itself to its secret fastnesses, those beasts and their descendants carried the gift of the change in their blood. And the stories were passed down, from one generation to the next, until they became legends. Legends told by living legends, all unknowing….


Ilya’s touch made Volyk’s heart race. “The skins. Need to come off.” Volyk managed that much, before taking the kiss for which Ilya’s mouth begged.

Ilya laughed, a little unsteadily. Volyk could taste the laughter.

“Help me with them.” Ilya caught at Volyk’s hands.

“I would, if I knew how.”

“Here, I’ll show you.” Ilya guided Volyk’s fingers to the first of a series of small disks and showed him how to slip them through openings in the heavy material.

“Why do you want me to do this?” Volyk bit his lip in concentration, moving from one disk to the next in response to Ilya’s urging. “When it would be so much simpler for you?”

“Because I want to feel your hands on me.”

Something in Ilya’s voice made Volyk look up. And something in the human’s eyes spoke directly to the wolf’s soul.



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Welcome aboard, Snippetteers and other friends! — today’s snippet is from UNDERTOW, and I thought it might be fun to lighten things up a little today. To set the scene: Rhoann, the half-Royal Water Fae shapeshifter has been pondering Important Questions while swimming around in The Pool in Central Park (which is actually an artificial lake up in the northwest corner of the park) when Fiachra (the Fae MC from MANTLED IN MIST, SoulShares #6) suddenly appears out of nowhere at the bottom of the Pool. Rhoann feels sort of obligated to go fetch him up to shore, where the following exchange ensues:


“What were you doing at the bottom of the Pool?” He kept his tone light, non-accusatory, as it was a possibility the other Fae had not intended to intrude.

A’buil gnas le lom ar-gúl.” Fiachra rubbed his throat, as if doing so could ease his hoarseness.

“I have no interest in fornicating with you, whether backwards or any other way –”

“Conall was right, you’re as literal-minded as a unicorn.”


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And pre-order links for WOLF, BECOMING (releasing on February 24 — stop back here for the festivities on Wednesday!)



As usual, I’m running just a little bit behind the calendar… just finished Chapter 22 of UNDERTOW (SoulShares #7), and this excerpt (part of a flashback/dream sequence involving Lucien de Winter, Purgatory’s lead bouncer) is just perfect for Valentine’s Day. So here’s to the love that’s more than just a day, more than just the heat…



Lucien chuckled as he slid into bed beside Mac. Mac’s shift at Purgatory had been over a couple of hours before Lucien’s, and Mac wasn’t a big one for waking up out of a sound sleep just because someone else was joining him in bed. Truth was, Mac slept like the proverbial rock. But Lucien loved the sounds his partner made when he tried to wake up enough to welcome him home.

“Mrmph to you too.” He worked his way into Mac’s half-awake embrace, relaxing as he breathed in the familiar scent of the oil Mac used on his stump at night. And all the other familiar scents of Mac.

Lucien had been on edge ever since he’d had to help Tiernan and Kevin get rid of the vicious drunk at the end of the bar, earlier tonight – his radar had fucked up big time, that sixth sense that always told him when something was threatening Mac. He’d never let so much as an undercover cop into Purgatory; the fact that the weasel in the leather shorts had made it past him thoroughly pissed him off.

But all the pissed-off could just go piss off, now. There were arms around him and legs were tangling and Mac was making his sweet sleepy noises. Lucien was home.

“Wha’ time is it?”

Lucien felt the breath of Mac’s words against his shoulder.

“Couple of minutes after four. Go back to sleep.” Lucien cupped the back of Mac’s head in his hand. The short hair tickled his palm.

“Maybe I don’t want to.” An arm snaked around Lucien’s waist.

Lucien found Mac’s stubble-rough cheek with a kiss. More than one. Because once he got started, frankly, he couldn’t think of any reason to stop.

He felt Mac’s chuckle, deep down where their bellies were pressed together. And just for a second, he honest to God couldn’t tell whether it was Mac laughing, or himself. He grinned as the last of his tension drained away, and then went back to slow, searching kisses. This was one of the best times, the perfect times. He couldn’t tell where he ended and Mac started. He didn’t care.

Lucien could still remember a time when he’d believed what he’d been told, that men like him never got to have anything like this. Believed that queers like him only pretended to love. Or that love had to be wrapped up in tragedy – that any love story he could imagine himself being a part of would end with someone dying, or going crazy. He’d been young when he met Mac, barely twenty, but those stories had still managed to work their way into him, bone-deep.

But the stories were lies. Lucien knew that now.

Mac’s big hand slid up and down Lucien’s back; a finger traced lazy spirals in what the mirror at the gym told Lucien was a dark pelt scattered with white, then slid down between his ass cheeks. Not demanding anything. Mac, Lucien knew, was just enjoying what was his.

“Love you, Fuzzball,” Mac mumbled. A sleepy kiss brushed the short curls on Lucien’s shoulder.

“Love you more.”


The Fae of the SoulShares would love to heat up your Valentine’s Day!

Start off with HARD AS STONE (Tiernan and Kevin), at Amazon (, Barnes & Noble (, Kobo (, All Romance eBooks (, and Riverdale Avenue Books (

and then move on to

GALE FORCE (Conall and Josh)
DEEP PLUNGE (Lochlann and Garrett)
FIRESTORM (Cuinn and Rian)
BLOWING SMOKE (Lasair and Bryce)
MANTLED IN MIST (Fiachra and Peri)

And while you’re shopping, don’t forget to pre-order WOLF, BECOMING, my Russian shape-shifter novella from Dreamspinner Press – available February 24, and on 25 percent off sale at Dreamspinner through February 15!

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Good afternoon, Snippetteers! — I sincerely hope it’s warmer where you are than it is where I am. My snippet for this week is from my work in progress, UNDERATOW (SoulShares #7). In this passage (seven sentences, again, an extra one for luck), Rhoann is swimming around his temporary home in Central Park, in seal form, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. And other places. Rhoann’s lived alone for most of his life, and he’s been perfectly happy that way. But meeting Mac has been the catalyst for changes he doesn’t understand…


Desire was supposed to make a Fae stronger. It was making Rhoann confused.

Other strange emotions were rising in him as well, like deep-water dwellers rising out of the heart of the Domhnacht Rúnda, where nothing had lived until their rising. Being around Conall, and the other Fae and their humans, put Rhoann on edge, made him uneasy. But being with Mac was different. As much as Rhoann’s newly-awakened desires made him feel a stranger to himself, Mac’s presence was also… comfortable. Comforting.


Links for the week —

Rainbow Snippets, on Facebook — for many more LGBTQIA goodies —

And the pre-order link for “Wolf, Becoming,” my Russian shapeshifter novella at Dreamspinner Press, where it’s 25 percent off through February 15 —


Welcome, Snippetteers! — my offering this week is from “Deeper than Did Ever Plummet Sound,” my contribution to an m/m romance charity anthology being assembled to commemorate the four hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare’s death. All the stories, needless to say, have a connection to Shakespeare, or his plays — some are retellings of the plays, some make use of the sonnets. Mine is about a contemporary New York production of The Tempest, possibly my favorite of Shakespeare’s plays, and about the production’s Prospero, Londoner Clarence Limont, one of the great twentieth-century interpreters of the Bard’s work. (Close your eyes and imagine Sir Ian McKellen reciting…)


There had been a time when this had been a thrill, this first moment of discovery, looking into a new play for the first time, or into an old one with a new cast. He could remember when it had been exciting.

Maybe it’s time to end it now, while I can still remember

He had had this same argument with himself more or less every morning for the last, oh, seven years. Ever since that disastrous production of the Scottish play in Manchester. He’d contemplated paying someone to stand outside the theatre and scream the name of the play, in hopes that lightning would strike or someone would decide to commit a little judicious arson.


And a couple of links for you:

Rainbow Snippets (for more goodies):

And the pre-order link for Wolf, Becoming is now available on Amazon!