Tag Archive: Soulshares


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

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Hello, Snippetteers! — this Snippet needs a little bit of setup, but I don’t want to give too much away, either. (Not to mention that it always feels a little bit like cheating, to spend a whole paragraph setting up my six (well, seven) sentences…) Basically, Terry (the POV character here) has just disappeared from reality as everyone else currently in the story recognizes it, after going along with Maelduin’s request that he step into a mysterious circle of light and try to sense the magick in it. From his perspective, he’s inside a blurry, shifting cylinder of light, unable to get out, or even to make himself heard outside the cylinder. And it’s just occurred to him that maybe this was exactly what Maelduin (who had just revealed himself to be a Fae) intended all along.

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He wouldn’t do this on purpose. He wouldn’t.

There was no reason for that to be true, of course. People did shit to one another all the time. He’d dumped Josh for a fast talker with a practiced smile, a platinum AmEx, and the social skills of a Tasmanian devil with mange. And Bryce had, in turn, put him out on the street with nothing but a suitcase. The last seven or eight years of Terry’s life had been a case study in the care and feeding of bad decisions.

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And finally, a couple of links —

Rainbow Snippets, your home on Facebook for this and many other LGBTQIA+ goodies: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

And as close as I have to a Christmas story — WOLF, BECOMING — which grew out of a Dreamspinner Advent Calendar story a couple of years ago and still has a touch of Christmas at its heart: http://ow.ly/3mVg3070reF

RainbowShoes

Good morning, Snippetteers! I haven’t been able to write a lot this week, because family, but I do have a bit here from Maelduin and Terry. Maelduin is trying to convince a magick-oblivious Terry that the two of them are magickally bonded. So, at great personal cost (remember, Maelduin is totally phobic about the subway, or any enclosed form of transportation), he’s taken Terry back to the construction site where they first met, to see if he can feel the wellspring of magick that’s appeared following Maelduin’s transition from the Realm. (Seven sentences again, sorry — we really need to add another stripe to the rainbow flag…)

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“Do you feel it?”

Terry followed Maelduin’s clear blue gaze, his pointing finger, down toward his feet. Light pooled there, the way so many spotlights had surrounded him in the past.

Only… there were no spotlights here in this half-built shell of a dance studio.

And this light was coming from underneath the floor.

Terry’s feet tingled.

“What the hell…?”

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And a couple of links —

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

And my Amazon page, so you can get caught up on the whole saga of the Fae of Purgatory: http://ow.ly/KdNR306Mhj2

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Hello, Snippetteers! — my apologies for being MIA for so long… last weekend, I was off the grid, on a Caribbean cruise. (My picture for this week is one I took at the Mayan ruins in Tulum — if I ever self-pub “Obsidian,” my snake shifter story, one of these shots just might be the cover, because I definitely found the ruined city where the Lamiae live!) And the weekend before that, the weekend after the election, frankly, I wasn’t up for much except staring at the wall in a more-or-less catatonic state…

This week’s snippet was written somewhere between Grand Cayman and the Bahamas 😉 and it involves Tiernan and Kevin, the main characters from HARD AS STONE (SoulShares #1), trying to have a conversation in a hot tub. It goes about as well as you might expect…. (Oh, and it’s seven sentences. I really don’t think the first “sentence” ought to count….)

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“Shit.” Tiernan worked the fingers of his crystal hand into Kevin’s dark hair, drawing his husband’s head to rest on his shoulder. “Stay up here, at least your mouth isn’t distracting me this way.”

“Optimist, aren’t you?” Kevin nipped at Tiernan’s throat.

Scilim g’fua lom tú.”

“I hate you too, just as much.”

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And a few links for you —

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

And how about pretty much everything, all in one? — my Amazon author page, where you’ll find everything from Fae to shapeshifters to Shakespeare to science fiction: http://ow.ly/tJAe306yiu0

See you next week — promise!