Rainbow Snippets

So now I have to prepare to have class face to face AND hybrid (partially online partially face to face) AND fully online. Because prepping four classes in three different ways following so rubric that isn’t MINE will be so easy. It’s killing my writing time and worse the day I got this news I got first time edits on my upcoming novella. head desk, it’s why I owe everyone comment.

Picking up with These Haunted Hills right where I left off, Josh and Brendan shared their first kiss only to have a ghost interrupt them violently.

Neither of them said a word until Josh started the truck and bounced them out of there. Neither of them even belted in until he pulled off the road once the hotel wasn’t in sight.

“Holy fuck, what was that?” Brendan asked.

“I think you’re right. I think we got someone’s attention. Diana probably wouldn’t appreciate happy people in her hotel She lived off human misery and we were anything but miserable,” Josh replied, still panting slightly.

“Yeah. Um…about that.”

Josh twisted on the seat, not wanting to hear what came next. Brendan’s shoulders hunched, his face sheepish. “Please don’t tell me you’re sorry.”

“Hell no! I’ve wanted to do that for a while now but I wasn’t sure I could.” Brendan sighed, relaxing back against the seat. “That’s all one me. I was pretty aware you were interested in me probably since the beginning but you also know what’s jumbled up in my head.”

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Oh crap I forgot to post this yesterday.

Picking up where I left off with These Haunted Hills (and way to spot the typo today a week later). Brendan and Josh’s intimate moment is ruined by a ghost.

Brendan made an unhappy little noise, like a strangled protest. The creepy unsettling feeling intensified. Josh felt sure something moved toward them. He saw nothing, heard nothing but his hair stood up.

“Okay, okay.” Josh started walking toward the truck but he kept the camera on the hotel. He should run. His nerves screamed it. He needed to get out of here but he wasn’t giving some long dead bitch the satisfaction. If it was Diana. She easily could have lured a demon to the site. Or a shadow man or something that means they should get the fuck away now that they’d gotten its attention.

He turned off the camera and broke into a jog. Brendan took off even faster, his long legs eating up the ground.

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Oops I was attending a virtual Poe lecture hosted by NYC’s Boroughs of the Dead tours and totally forgot to do this.

I have to drive to Pittsburgh tomorrow as my birthday is next week and my family wants me home. Sigh.

I’m picking up where I left off with These Haunted Hills, Josh and Brendan are having their first kiss when the sounds of glass breaking in the haunted hotel startles them.

Both of them whipped around to face the hotel. There was no glass of course. Both of them knew it. Josh couldn’t breathe, a weight as heavy as the hills settling on him.

“God, I’m suddenly terrified,” Brendan whispered, shaking next to him.

“Me too.”

Brendan edged away even as Josh turned on the camera again. His erected fell and his nerves sang too loudly for him to care. He saw nothing but recorded anyhow.

“Are you there?” he asked the wind.

Brendan pulled on his shirt. “Are you insane? Let’s get out of here. We woke up something that doesn’t want us here.”

“I know.”

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It’s amazing how it gets worse each week this year. Done what I’ve can donation and otherwise but of course feels like not nearly enough.

So still in no mood to talk about much. I’ll just drop my link and run. Picking up with These Haunted Hills right where I’ve left off: their first kiss outside of the haunted murder hotel

Brendan leaned in, his hand slipping along Joshua’s neck. His lips brushed Joshua’s lips lightly at first. Hunger swamped them, hands and lips demanding more and more as they explored. Brendan broke away first, his eyes wild as a startled stag. Josh expected the words ‘what the hell am I doing?’ expected his heart to tear into pieces.

Instead Brendan pulled him closer, kissing him again, tongues dancing with each other. Josh ran his hands across Brendan’s lean strong back, no longer fighting the fire inside himself. Acutely aware he wasn’t the only one hard as steel, he drank deeply of the kiss like a man long denied water.

A loud sound of glass shattering shocked them apart as sure as if Thor had hurled a bolt their way.

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Release- Spell of the Werewolf by J.R. Loveless

Title: Spell of the Werewolf
Author: J.R. Loveless
Cover by TL Bland
Release Date: May 29, 2020
Word Count: 34k+
Genre: Paranormal, Romance, Enemies to Lovers
Keywords: werewolves, unexpected attraction, enemies to lovers, hybrid werewolf, human, immortality, cursed, sword fights, hunters, monsters, creatures, horror

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Buy Link: at Amazon here.

Two centuries ago, Justin was turned against his will into a werewolf – a mindless, angry beast three nights a month. Ever since, he has done everything he can to atone for the blood on his hands, even going so far as to hunt his own kind. The burden of carrying on is heavy and unforgiving, and he’s reached the point of not caring if he lives or dies.

Vincent is a hybrid, half-werewolf and half-human, spending his days, and nights, hunting werewolves. Vincent may be half-monster, but he lives and breathes by his human half. Hunting werewolves and taking down as many of the creatures as possible is all he can see.

A chance meeting changes everything. A deal struck between them, a threat to humanity, and their mutual attraction combined brings them together in an explosive way. Vincent has found the one who can break down the walls around his heart – will he now be able to carry through on his promise to end Justin’s torment, or will Justin live to see another moonrise?

The crunching of bones breaking and mending echoed off the cement walls and metal cage surrounding him, while his gasps of pain mingled with the excruciating change until Justin lay there a panting, trembling mess. He curled into a fetal position, staring at the bars and wondering how much longer he could continue to live through the unbearable transformation. Every full moon he became a monster with no thought of anything except feasting on flesh, human or otherwise. He’d lock himself in a steel cage lined with silver in the basement of whatever house they were renting to stop himself from hurting anyone on the three nights he couldn’t control himself.

“You’re back to normal, I see.” A low voice came through the darkness.

Justin closed his eyes against the brightness of the light flicked on and Kara, his best friend and caretaker, stepped toward the cage with keys in hand. She unlocked the door, then the chains, and helped him to his feet. After handing him his clothing, she went back upstairs without another word. Kara was the only person in his life who knew about the beast inside of him. She’d been a loyal friend and his only family for the last ten years. But before her, he’d spent almost two hundred years on his own, merely surviving.

Despite his outward appearance of an eighteen-year-old young man, he’d actually lived for two hundred and eighteen years. He stood at an even six foot with a wiry, lean build, which never changed no matter what he ate or how much he exercised. Black hair, as dark as a moonless night, just brushed his shoulders when he didn’t keep it tied back. Most humans found it hard to stare into his eerily light blue eyes. Maybe because they could sense the evil lurking beneath the surface, or perhaps they could see the creature pacing inside him, waiting for the nights it could be free.

In the time since his life changed forever, he’d seen many wonderful and horrible things: the invention of trains, cars, and airplanes, wars, slavery, death, and blood. The only cure he knew of to end his torment was either death or to kill the one who’d bitten him. His desperate search led him here, to Japan, where he spent every waking hour not working trying to find word of the bastard’s whereabouts.

Justin made his way upstairs to the kitchen and found Kara cooking breakfast on the old stove in the house they’d rented. He watched her as she moved about the tiny kitchen. Petite at five-foot-two, she had beautiful auburn hair that hung down her back to her hourglass waist. She kept it in a ponytail most of the time. Bright green eyes complimented the light dusting of freckles across her nose. He cared for her a great deal, even loved her in his own way, but he knew it wasn’t the kind of love she wanted from him.

Thirty-five now, she’d found him ten years ago lying in the bushes in her backyard the morning after a full moon. He’d had large wounds all over his body from a fight he’d been in with another werewolf in the area. She’d tended his injuries and taken care of him until he’d regained consciousness. When he’d awakened, she’d demanded the story from him; she said it was either that or she’d call the police. So he’d told her everything, his past and the monster hiding beneath his flesh. They’d been together ever since, moving from place to place in search of the one who could break his curse. They both worked odd jobs during the day to support them as they moved from city to city and country to country. It’d been her idea to build the cage lined with silver and secure it to the ground wherever they were.

Setting a plate on the table for him and another for herself, she slid into one of the chairs. “You were overly anxious last night. More so than usual.”

Justin looked at her and then away. He picked up his fork but didn’t begin eating immediately. “I don’t remember anything, you know that, Kara. Maybe there’s another werewolf close by.”

There were many malevolent creatures in the world that humans remained unaware of, or they chose to ignore the obvious signs, writing off anything unexplained as animal attacks. Mostly, his kind stayed away from one another unless they felt threatened. “Tonight’s the last full moon, for this month at least. I don’t know how much longer I can take this, Kara. I want it to be over.”

Kara studied him for a long moment before replying, “We’ll find him, Justin. You just need to have patience.”

“How much more patience can I have, Kara?” Justin snapped. “It’s been two hundred years. Another hundred and I’ll go insane!”

She looked at him sadly but didn’t say anything. They sat in silence for the remainder of breakfast. Justin barely touched the scrambled eggs, attempting a bite or two to appease Kara, but he couldn’t stomach the idea of eating. He knew she meant well, and she couldn’t really understand why he wanted to die, but her words only served to reinforce why he couldn’t continue to live like this.

After breakfast, Kara washed the dishes and then grabbed her purse. “I’m on my way to work. I’ll be back before the sun sets to lock you in.”

He watched her leave, staying at the table even after she’d gone. The night he’d been bitten played in his head like a mini movie, almost as if it were someone else’s reality. It was 1802, and he’d been out drinking at a local tavern, celebrating the birth of his best friend’s baby. When the owner finally kicked them out at two in the morning, he started toward home, weaving along the street in his drunkenness. Most people were tucked in their beds asleep. No noises could be heard other than the odd stray cat in the alley garbage bins or the lone bark of a dog in the far off distance. A loud crashing sound echoed off the cobblestones and in between buildings just before a large heavy weight slammed into him. He flew through the air, landing with a thud on the unforgiving street.

He realized a huge animal, something akin to a wild dog, lay on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Before he could react, the animal sank his teeth into his shoulder. Justin remembered screaming in pain as blood poured from the torn flesh. He heard a gunshot as someone came running down the street, yelling to scare off the dog. The animal let go and ran off, leaving him lying in a pool of his own blood.

The man who’d saved him had taken Justin to his home and rung the doctor. The doctor stitched him up and bandaged his wound. Justin returned to his own home the next day and went about his normal life. The wound healed in a miraculously short amount of time, and he’d begun to notice strange things happening to his body in the following weeks. He found himself abnormally attracted to the scent of blood, and he could smell things from several hundred feet away. His eye sight and hearing grew sharper, and his strength increased three fold.

The first full moon came a little over three weeks after he’d been bitten. He was out chopping firewood for his parents when it started. He thanked God every day since then that he hadn’t been home when it happened. He remembered dropping to his knees as a sudden pain gripped his entire body. His screams of anguish filled the forest behind his home; the snapping of his bones breaking was the only thing louder than his cries. Hair sprouted along his hands and arms; his jaw elongated into a snout. He could still feel the terror he’d felt during his first change. He lost consciousness afterward or so he’d thought. He figured out the next morning that when he became the monster inside, he lost all control of his awareness and the beast took over.

The only thing he remembered was waking up covered in blood the next morning. He’d vomited at the grisly sight beside him. A mutilated body of a man lay near him. He couldn’t even identify the face of the man, to know who he’d been, because his face had been torn to shreds and then gnawed on by some great animal. He’d gone to the nearby river to wash the blood away the best he could and made his way slowly toward home, where he’d snuck into his room to pack some of his things. He left a note for his parents telling them he was sorry, but he could no longer stay with them. They weren’t safe with him. He’d saddled his horse and left for good.

He’d been running ever since. The only person he’d gotten close to in the last two hundred years was Kara. Even after ten years he still feared for her safety, but she never let him take off alone no matter how many times he tried.

J.R. Loveless began her adventure in writing romance at the young age of twelve. Her foray into creating her own worlds and telling her characters’ life stories was triggered by her own love of reading. She currently resides in South Florida with her dog and two cats, volunteers for an animal rescue in her spare time, and works as a manager for a financial lending institute. Someday she hopes to begin writing as a full-time career and bringing more of her ideas to life.

Her journey into gay romance began in 2005 when she began posting her original fiction on a forum for feedback and readers’ pleasure. In 2010, a good friend urged her to submit to a publishing company, and the day she received the acceptance and contract was the best day of her life. Since then, she has been noted to be one of the most purchased audio books after Fifty Shades of Grey on Audiobook.com, received best gay romantic fiction for Touch Me Gently in the 2011 TLA Gaybies, and even received an award for Chasing Seth in 2012.

J.R. adores her fans and loves hearing from them.

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