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Hello, Snippeteers! — things have been a little slow in the writing department lately, as the Ni Coileain household is packing up to move across town next week. But I finished off STONE COLD and sent it off to my publisher (watch this space on September 28!) and now I’ve started work on the last SoulShares novel, BACK DOOR INTO PURGATORY. It’s a little different from the others in the series — no new couple, though everyone from the preceding eight books will get at least one more turn in the spotlight as the Fae and humans of Purgatory face down their ancient enemy once and for all.

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“You’re going to have to keep your head down in order for me to tie off that last — oh, hell.” Josh straightened. “I know that look.”

Conall sighed. “Sorry, dar’cion.” He didn’t bother contradicting his partner; it was bad enough that he’d been snapped out of his delicious state of willing submission by a familiar frisson of energy along his spine. “Something’s come through the nexus.”

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And, as usual, finishing off with a couple of links:

Rainbow Snippets, your Facebook pied-a-terre for all tales LGBTQIA+ — https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

And my page at QueeRomance Ink, a resource for romance all across the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, searchable by author, title, subgenre, trope, pairing, and much more! — https://www.queeromanceink.com/?s=Rory+Ni+Coileain&search_type=book_search

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Hello, Snippetteers! — seems like I’m always apologizing for being away. But at least this time I’ve finally got a handle on my Executive Function Disorder (I think) and am almost done with STONE COLD! So here’s a bit from the last chapter (still an Epilogue to go, but I’m almost done with the main story, at least…) POV character is Maelduin, who has just finished good-naturedly complaining about the difficulty of removing Terry’s clothes while lying on top of him, and while Terry is doing his bit to be terribly distracting. And Terry is the only one who’s actually speaking. (Seven sentences, again, alas — hoping I get a pass for having been gone so long! *winks*)

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No, that was not an innocent smile. “You think you’ve got problems? I may be the first man ever circumcised by the zipper of his own jeans.”

The flood of images touched off by Terry’s unfamiliar words took Maelduin several seconds to process; the processing left him no less confused than he had been, and slightly appalled. Terry’s laughter — at his expression, no doubt — recalled his attention to what he was supposed to be doing, and also begged for a kiss, which he was happy to provide.

“I suspect we’re not going to get me out of anything with you still lying on me.”

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And a couple of links, to round out the experience:

Rainbow Snippets, your (endlessly patient) Facebook home for all manner of things LGBTQIA+ — https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

And my page on QueeRomance Ink — not a sales site, but an LGBTQIA+ romance database searchable by book, author, genre, trope, heat level, and much more — https://www.queeromanceink.com/?s=Rory+Ni+Coileain&search_type=book_search

See you soon!

Hey, Snippetteers! — seems like I’m always apologizing for absences lately, but this apology is a little different, because I finally know what’s going on with me. I have a diagnosis of adult onset Attention Deficit Disorder, and I won’t bore you with everything that that implies (I’m going to try to write a regular blog post later to do that!) but the short form version is that since November I’ve been really, really lucky to write 100 words or so a night. But I’m on meds for it now, and starting to do better. So here’s a Snippet for y’all, and just for fun I’m not going to tell you ANYTHING about what’s going on. Other than that Maelduin’s the POV character. Yes, I’m evil.

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He dropped to his knees beside Terry, brushing ice crystals from his face, shivering with the intensity of his relief as one wisp of breath and then another curled from between Terry’s lips to be caught and whirled away by the wind. And the ice melted where his fingers traced; gently he stroked Terry’s eyelids, his mouth.

Eyelids fluttered, then closed. “Too cold.” Only a Fae could have heard Terry’s whisper. “Le’ me sleep.”

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

Rainbow Snippets, your Facebook home for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodies — https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

And my page at QueeRomance Ink, where you can find buy links for everything I’ve got going on right now (and whole lot of other great LGBTQIA+ romance into the bargain!) — https://www.queeromanceink.com/?s=Rory+Ni+Coileain

Hello, Snippetteers! — sorry for the long absence, hope today’s entry makes up for it a little. (Of course, if you’re the kind of person who thinks a good tease doesn’t ‘make up for’ anything, we might have to agree to disagree. *winks*

To get you up to speed for the snippet — Maelduin has finally come face to face with Tiernan, his uncle, the murderer of his father, the Fae he’s spent his life training to kill. The trouble is, Maelduin’s just been presented with a couple of hard truths — he now knows why Tiernan killed his father, and he knows that Terry, Maelduin’s SoulShare, is in danger and in need of immediate rescue. The only solution Maelduin can come up with is to surrender; the only problem with that solution is that Tiernan doesn’t want to accept. (Oh, and Clo’che is the word as’Faein for living Stone, which is what Tiernan’s left hand is made of.)

And I might, just might, be off next weekend, too, because JOHN BARROWMAN is coming to ComicCon Minneapolis. *squee!!!!!*

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Getting up was difficult to the point of humiliation. No one spoke — though the dragonet hissed in what might have been laughter. Maelduin ignored it, choosing to look instead at the male he was sworn to kill. “Why did you feel you needed no blade to meet me?” he blurted into the awkward silence.

Tiernan said nothing, but extended his crystal hand again. Even warier of the gesture a second time, Maelduin stared as Tiernan produced a grace-blade from the Clo’che of his own hand, balanced it perfectly across two fingers as the harsh light winked off its wickedly sharp edge, then flipped it into the air and reabsorbed it back into his hand.

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

Rainbow Snippets, your home on Facebook for tasty LGBTQIA+ morsels: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

And my page on QueeRomance Ink — not a sales page, but a one-stop searchable collection of LGBTQIA+ romance novels complete with buy links: https://www.queeromanceink.com/?s=Rory+Ni+Coileain&post_types=mbdb_book

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Hello, Snippetteers! — sorry for the long absence, I’m only now getting back to writing and my last couple of weekends can be found in the Urban Dictionary under the definition for “chaos.” But I’m back! (And I’m registered for GRL in October, as a Supporting Author, but hoping to upgrade because I l-o-o-o-o-v-e doing readings!)

This weeks snippet is part of a conversation between Josh and Conall; they’re trying to figure out what to do about Tiernan’s nephew, Maelduin, who has come through the Pattern to take revenge for his father’s death (his father being Tiernan’s brother, for which murder Tiernan was exiled to the human world to begin with). The first speaker below is Conall.

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“I’m guessing this is what Aine was warning us about, in the message that came back through the Pattern.”

“‘Guard the Guardian,’ you mean.”

Conall nodded. It would have been nice if the ancient Loremaster could have been a bit more forthcoming, but no use trying to put the lightning back in the cloud. “She must have known our new friend was coming through. And if she saw fit to warn us, one way or another he’s definitely going to be a thorn-ball under Tiernan’s scrotum.”

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And, as usual, a couple of links —

Rainbow Snippets, your home on Facebook for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodies: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

And a new one — QueeRomance Ink, a searchable database for LGBTQIA+ romance, including buy links: https://www.queeromanceink.com/

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Good morning, Snippetteers! — no, I haven’t fallen off the planet (not that I haven’t tried a time or two, but achieving escape velocity turns out to be a little harder than I anticipated *winks*) I’m still on my writing hiatus, through the end of the month (though I just MIGHT have cheated a time or two *coughcough*), so here’s a snippet from earlier in the WIP. This one’s a little long — I know we’re supposed to keep them to six sentences, but this one has to be eight. (Maybe I need to work on writing in six-sentence clusters….) The two characters in this snippet are Lasair and Bryce, whose book was BLOWING SMOKE. Bryce was an interesting character to write; he turned up in books two through four, first as Terry’s jerk of a boyfriend who had stolen him from Josh, and then forced into a more truly villainous role by the Marfach. And halfway through book four, FIRESTORM, Bryce turned to me and said “Hey, guess who the next book is going to be about…” So I had to figure out how to redeem a character I’d enjoyed making thoroughly detestable and irredeemable. Turns out that until he met his Fae SoulShare, Bryce had never actually had a soul. And in this scene, Lasair and Bryce are sitting on a park bench, not far from the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial in Washington, D.C., taking a break from walking their puppy, the blind runt Fade-hound Setanta. And talking about what it’s like to be SoulShared.

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“Does our soul cause you pain, lover?” There was a line between Lasair’s brows that hadn’t been there a few seconds before. “Would you give it back to me, 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.

“Please, m’anam-sciar. Please don’t cry.”

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A couple of links for you —

Rainbow Snippets, your home for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodies on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

My page at Riverdale Avenue Books, the home of the SoulShares, where you can purchase in .epub, .mobi or .pdf: http://riverdaleavebooks.com/Books?Filters.SelectedAuthorId=2086

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Good afternoon, Snippetteers! I decided to backtrack a little for this week’s snippet — the scene from which this snippet is taken is our introduction to Maelduin, the Fae main character of STONE COLD. I firmly believe in starting stories in medias res, in the middle of things, and we first encounter Maelduin as he’s fighting for his life against an unnamed opponent. I chose this snippet because my books tend to feature the Fae out of their element, in the human world — but I do enjoy writing about the Realm, too. Maybe someday I’ll set a book there — what do you think, would you be interested in a “pure” fantasy story, not an urban fantasy? No humans involved?

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His opponent blurred into motion, leaping to the high ground, his sword raised despite his own evident exhaustion. Not to parry or defend, but to attack. And even at the limit of exhaustion, after a day and a night and a dawn of fighting for his life, Maelduin was breathless, in awe of the beauty of the other male’s lethal purpose.

His own purpose. His own face, his own form.

His opponent was a mage’s creation, a comhrac-scátha — a magickal ghost, a living mirror, with all Maelduin’s skill with a blade, all his grace, both natural and learned, as well as the wiles and unpredictability of living magick. And all the hatred in the Fae’s heart, his single-minded need to become the best scian-damhsa, blade-dancer, the Fae race had ever known, to allow him to kill the one whose death was the true focus of his life.

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A couple of links for you:

Rainbow Snippets on Facebook, your home for all sorts of LGBTQIA+ goodies — https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

My Amazon page, which is (for now) the best central location for you to find all my work (but watch this space for a new alternative, ere long!) — http://ow.ly/uXRb3080iCr

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Hello, Snippetteers! — I’m on a temporary writing hiatus, probably till the end of January, so I won’t be putting up brand-spanking new (hee hee) material for a while. But I have eight novels’ worth of source material, so hopefully y’all won’t get bored over the next few weeks! This snippet, from STONE COLD, takes place immediately after Terry, the human MC, following Maelduin’s directions, steps into a wellspring — a circle of magickal energy with its source in the Fae Realm.

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“What the hell?”

The floor tilted and swooped under Terry. Except that it did no such thing — his inner ear assured him he was on solid ground. The rest of his body, though, totally ignored his inner ear, because it was convinced he was on a tumbling satellite being piloted by a drunk. He dropped to his knees, bent forward until his forehead touched the floor, covered his head with his forearms, scrunched his eyes closed. Anything not to fall off the floor; anything not to have to look at the distorted nothingness that had surrounded him in the instant before he shut it out.

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As always, a few links:

Rainbow Snippets, your home on Facebook for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodies — https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

My Amazon page, should you decide you want more of the Fae — http://ow.ly/pA3P307Mzow

And, should you prefer not to shop the ‘Zon, here’s my page on my publisher’s Web site — http://ow.ly/dukn307MzuI

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Hello, Snippetteers! — rather than try to come up with an appropriate epitaph for 2016, I decided to just do my bit to make sure the year ends on a high note. Those of you who have read HARD AS STONE (SoulShares #1) know exactly what this picture signifies — and those of you who haven’t will at least have an inkling by the time you finish this Snippet from STONE COLD. Yes, it’s seven sentences, but as usual, I trust you’ll understand the necessity. The POV character is Kevin Almstead, the human main character from HARD AS STONE. Oh, and just remember — Fae can Fade. *winks*

And here’s wishing everyone a peaceful — and powerful — New Year.

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Tiernan had taught Kevin to love breath play, early on in their relationship, and by now his response when Tiernan slipped his tie up over the collar of his dress shirt and started tugging to tighten it again around his throat was pure reflex: rapid heartbeat, shallow panting breaths, and a hard-on that could have used its own zip code.

“Maybe you should lie down.” Tiernan started slowly backing them up toward their bed, still tightening the improvised noose around Kevin’s neck and working his body against Kevin’s in a way that made Kevin pretty sure he wasn’t going to make it to blackout before he came like a —

“Oh, sorry, bad time?”

Kevin didn’t understand the Faen obscenity his husband whispered. He didn’t need to, though. “Yes, Conall. A very bad time.”

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And a few links to round out the post, and the year —

Rainbow Snippets, your Facebook home for more LGBTQIA+ goodies: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

And my Amazon page, where you can find Fae and shapeshifters and just a bit of SF: http://ow.ly/Ocze307AdKv

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Hello, Snippetteers! — you can see why this is a little late, I’ve been in cryogenic suspension and it’s taken me just a little while to thaw out. (Seriously, if I’m going to live where the air hurts my face, I’d better be getting SOME benefit out of it!)

I’m attaching pretty much the hottest-off-the-presses excerpt I have — I’ve been snowed and frozen in all day, so I’ve been spending my time writing, and as of this moment there are only two sentences beyond this point in the WIP. And for once, it’s actually six sentences — and, really, needs no introduction.

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Fae were naturally immune to human diseases, but it hadn’t taken Conall long, after his arrival in the human world, to learn that he was as prone as any human to tension headaches. And he could feel a dandy coming on. Yet another wellspring had emerged within shouting distance of the great nexus. His partner’s ex-boyfriend was trapped in it, and Conall would eat someone else’s shorts, since he never wore any himself, if the trap had been laid by anyone other than the incredibly touchy daragin and Gille Dubh. And then there was the problem of Tiernan Guaire’s newly-arrived long-lost nephew, who claimed a SoulShare bond with said ex, not to mention the right to blood vengeance for the crime that had originally gotten Tiernan thrown out of the Realm.

At least there’s nothing left to go wrong.

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And your links for the week —

Rainbow Snippets on Facebook, your home for all things LGBTQIA+: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

And my Amazon page, for all the Fae, oboroten’, fading Shakespearean actors, and science fiction, all under one roof: http://ow.ly/KcyG307ebKp