Rainbow Snippets

It’s been a long hard week and the weekend looks worse. On the other hand, the writing has gone well and that helps to balance the scale.

Still pulling from These Haunted Hills (Hopefully I’ll finish this or at least get closer during Camp Nano next month). Last time Brendan and Josh were recording ghosts in the murder hotel when the door slams shut. Again slightly longer, sorry.

“No, it couldn’t.” Joshua’s grin was gone and that frightened Brendan more than the doorway. “Keep recording.”

Brendan had no idea if he was still recording and the fear kept his brain from figuring out how to check. “How are we getting back out of here?”

Joshua made a shushing motion. “Do you want to say something about Diana, and what she did to you?”

A broken bit of board slid across the floor aiming right for them. Brendan ran for the door trying to pull it open. It refused to move. A cold sweat drenched him.

“I hope you got that.”

“I have no idea. Can you quit upsetting the ghost now?”

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Rainbow Snippets

On spring break, well last day before having to drive home. So my be awesome day is me doing laundry. Hmmm less than awesome but then again I have Journey to Babel to watch, one of my favorite old Treks.

Have a little more of These Haunted Hills , where in when last we saw them, Brendan was afraid he’d be afraid if a ghost really did show up. It’s a bit more than six sentence this time.

“Give us a sign you’re here,” Josh entreated. “If you can hear us, give a little knock on the wall.”

Brendan caught his breath, waiting. He started breathing again when nothing happened. He nearly bowled Josh over when a faint knocking sounded.

“Oh my god, was that real? Did you do that?” Brendan glared at Joshua’s feet as if he could see them moving now after the fact.

Josh glanced over at him, a huge grin on his face. “Not me and I heard it too. Do that again. We hear you. You can talk to us, tell us what you need to! We’re listening.”

The door slammed shut and Brendan felt weak-kneed. “Josh, we couldn’t even open that thing. It couldn’t have blown shut.”

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I’ll still be late in reading as I’m still up to my eyeballs (now tearing) with these edits and then it’s spring break.

Sad to say World Book Day has bad memories for me. They tried to copy the UK model here (as far as I know it latest 3 or 4 years then failed). I took part twice. The first year I had a copy of something by Stephen King to give out (the idea being to help promote literacy) NO ONE would let me give them away. I was turned down by every library and school in the tri-county area. Finally the job service people let me join their festivities that happened to be that weekend. I gave away none. People wouldn’t take a book. The next year I teamed up with the remedial reading classes on my campus (I’m in Appalachia and @ 45% of my university are functionally illiterate) They had to take them but when the instructor went to quiz them on the book (the first in the Percy Jackson series) none of them had read it. I gave up after that. Sigh.

Now on to the snippet! I’m continuing with These Haunted Hills Brendan and Josh are now inside the hotel and have gone inside a room where Brendan was getting EMF readings.

“Can you ever hear them in real time?” he asked, knowing that sometimes – at least on TV – the ghosts could be heard only on recording.

“Yes, sometimes. That’ll freak you out the first time.” Josh cocked his head to the side. “Or every time.”

“I’m not sure how I’ll handle it,” Brendan kept his ‘probably not well’ to himself. He was beginning to rethink this whole ghost hunting thing. He was bored now but if something did happen his whole manhood would probably take an embarrassing hit.

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Cover Reveal – Forgiveness by Grace R. Duncan



Ben’s love can help Eric find the forgiveness he needs… if Eric can accept it.

Nine years ago Eric Joyce went wolf when his chosen mate broke the bond, and he hasn’t walked on two legs since. Convinced he lost his friends when he ran out on them, he cut himself off from the pack. But a surprising visitor prods him back down the mountain, and he finds himself welcomed warmly.

Ben Arellano grew up in Texas with a human Catholic mother who didn’t understand a thing about wolves—and didn’t try to learn. He spent his whole life being told his wolf was a demon that needed to be exorcised, surrounded by a wolf pack made up of good ole boys who had no tolerance for his Mexican ancestry or his bisexuality. When he’s given the opportunity to relocate to an accepting pack in Pittsburgh, he jumps at the chance.

When Eric and Ben meet for the first time, neither is ready for it. Where Ben expects rejection, Eric is convinced yet another mate will leave, break the bond, and put him through the same hell all over again. Can they get past their reservations and have a happily mated life?


Buy links at Dreamspinner Press:

e-book: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/forgiveness-by-grace-r-duncan-9470-b

Paperback: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/forgiveness-by-grace-r-duncan-9471-b


The anticipated release date is March 27, 2018.

The cover artist is Reese Dante.



She smelled funny. Or rather, she didn’t smell like anything he recognized. She looked human, but she didn’t smell human, which confused him. And she walked across the forest floor in her bare feet.

He tilted his head as she approached, trying to figure out the puzzle. She wore simple dark pants, a plain tunic-like top, and had a bow slung over her shoulder with a quiver of arrows on her back. Instinct told him, however, he had nothing to fear from her.

She knelt in front of him, her long dark hair spilling over one shoulder, and reached out to brush her fingers over his head. “My poor lost wolf,” she murmured, tilting her head in a mimic of him, considering him. “I understand your pain, but you are not ready to be wolf all the time. You have more to do in your human form, and you need your pack. My wolves aren’t meant to be alone, not like this. It is time—past time—for you to return to your pack and those who love you.”

Even though the soft touch soothed him, he whined quietly, not liking the words. He’d left for a reason. There was nothing for him back there. He’d turned his back on them. They wouldn’t want him now.

“Oh, Eric, that’s not true,” she said, shaking her head.

Eric. He’d forgotten that name, perhaps deliberately, years ago. He shied away from the reminder of the human side of him, away from the echo of old pain.

“They miss you, more than you know. And there are others now. Others who will understand you in a way you weren’t understood back then.” She laid a hand on his head, and his eyes slid closed.

An image floated into his mind of a house at the edge of a stream, near a waterfall. The scent of someone very familiar joined the image, and Eric whined again. He didn’t want it, that scent, didn’t want to acknowledge he missed it. Didn’t want to think about what he’d been missing.

The image changed to an open field, a red pup leaping at him. It nipped at his ear, knocking him over. He nipped back, growling softly, as he got to his feet to retaliate.

He pushed the image away. That time was gone. He’d forgotten the path back to them, didn’t want to remember how to get there.

She spoke again, more in his head than out loud. “You remember. You’ll find it. You know where that is. Now go, my lost one. And be lost no more.”

Eric opened his eyes. She was gone. He looked around and sniffed the air, but there was no trace of her. He lay down and put his head on his paws, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

But he knew, even if he didn’t want to accept it. He knew what he needed to do. He just didn’t know if he could make himself do it.

“Go,” she whispered in his mind, and with a sigh, Eric stood and made his way hesitantly down the mountain.


noh8About Grace:

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Rainbow Snippet

I’ll be honest I’ll be late on getting to reading everyone’s as I’m up to my eyeballs in the first edits for the vampires in Vegas novel which are, not unexpectedly, substantial. Also it’s raining so bad here, it’s flooding everywhere and my place is surrounded by a creek so…

Anyhow, I’m continuing with These Haunted Hills Brendan and Josh are now inside the hotel. Josh has turned Brendan loose with an EMF reader and he’s busy poking it into the old bedrooms. The EMF reader has gone off and Brendan realizes he no longer knows where Josh is and has been calling for him. (slightly more than 6 sentences but they were very short ones.)

Joshua popped around the corner. “Find something?”

“Think so. Look! If I put my hand through the door, the EMF really goes off.” Adrenaline shocked Brendan’s system more alive than he’d been in a year or more. “Promising?”

“Very! Okay, I’ll record. You can put away the EMF and try to get some digital photos.”

Brendan demonstrated one more time that the lights only lit up inside the guest room – because it was just that cool – and then pocketed the device. “The door is a bit stuck.”

“Let’s see if we can get it far enough open so we can slip in there.”

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Sunday Small Talk

Last night I had beautiful snow. This morning it was melting so hard it sounded like rains and floods. I didn’t even get a picture of it. Sigh.

I wanted to talk a little bit about how being a ‘hobbyist’ has become something of a dirty word, like those authors are somehow lesser. I suppose by strict definition maybe but in reality, bullshit. I was speaking of this with a friend the other day. Sometime last year, coming out of a very long and dark depression in which I wrote very little (I’ve written as much in the first 7 weeks of 2018 as I had by April of last year, maybe even June), I realized something. I could be considered a hobbyist and I needed to come to peace with that.

And mostly I have. A little background for those who don’t know me, I was a medical doctor who was injured and can not longer practice (podiatry, diabetic care). I’m now a college professor. I have student loans that if I didn’t have income based repayment plans in place would total over 2,600 a month (my plan is about 1500 less than that). The realities of me living on my writing are unless I’m J K Rowling or James Patterson, I’m NOT going to live on my writing.

Even as a decent midlist author I couldn’t fund my life on my writing (at least not alone. Maybe if I had a well off significant other but I do not). Even before last year I had notice some very unsettling things. Thanks to blogs and the rest of social media, we all have a window into the lives of our favorite authors (or as much as they feel like sharing). I stumbled across Barbara Hambly’s blog. She was my hero in the 80s and 90s. She wrote cross genre (urban fantasy, fantasy, sci-fi and mystery) when everyone said you couldn’t but I knew I wanted to. I adored her James Asher series and yet here she was, just like me, teaching at a university and struggling to make ends meet. An author with dozens of books to her name and still with a day job.

THis week I saw Diane Duane nearly lost her house (her fans came through). Another author with dozens of books to her name, well known series like the Young Wizards and countless Star Trek credits almost failing to survive living on her writing.

Of course I don’t know their full stories or struggles but the point is it’s SO much easier said than done to living on your writing. So if having a day job makes me a ‘hobbyist’ then so be it but that doesn’t mean I’m NOT a real author because damn it, I am and so is every last one of us who write and have another job.

Just look around my Facebook friends’ list, I see doctors like me, vets, lawyers, professors, all jobs that took years of sacrifice and hard work to get there and why should we give that up when we can do both. And there are so many others out there working jobs they love and want to do both.

We are not lesser authors. We are simply authors like any other.

New Release – Lander by J. Scott Coatsworth


J. Scott Coatsworth has a new MM Sci Fi book out:

Sometimes the world needs saving twice.

In the sequel to the Rainbow-Award-winning Skythane, Xander and Jameson thought they’d fulfilled their destiny when they brought the worlds of Oberon and Titania back together, but their short-lived moment of triumph is over.

Reunification has thrown the world into chaos. A great storm ravaged Xander’s kingdom of Gaelan, leaving the winged skythane people struggling to survive. Their old enemy, Obercorp, is biding its time, waiting to strike. And to the north, a dangerous new adversary gathers strength, while an unexpected ally awaits them.

In the midst of it all, Xander’s ex Alix returns, and Xander and Jameson discover that their love for each other may have been drug-induced.

Are they truly destined for each other, or is what they feel concocted? And can they face an even greater challenge when their world needs them most?

The Oberon Cycle: Book Two

About the Oberon Cycle:

Xander is a skythane man whose wings have always been a liability on the lander-dominated half world of Oberon.

Jameson is a lander who has been sent to Oberon to find out why the supply of the psycho-amoratic drug pith has dropped off.

What neither knows is that they have a shared destiny that will change the two of them – and all of Oberon – forever.

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Xander stared at the torrent of water pouring over the cavern entrance. Somewhere out there, Quince and the others were lost in the storm.

“What happened to everyone else?” Jameson shouted, putting his hand on Xander’s shoulder.

“I don’t know. Last I saw them was before the lightning strike.” How had things changed so quickly?

Jameson started toward the exit. “We have to look for them!”

Xander pulled him back.

Jameson’s eyes were wild.

He squeezed Jameson’s hands, trying to reassure him. “Hey, calm down. There’s nothing we can do right now.”

“We already lost Morgan.” Jameson’s eyes pleaded with him. “I can’t lose the rest of them.”

Xander shook his head. “It’s no use. We’ll never find them in this tempest. They’re seasoned veterans. They can take care of themselves. We’ll go looking after the storm passes.” The loss of Morgan weighed on him too, though he was less and less certain that Morgan had been a human boy at all.

Jameson looked doubtful.

Xander felt it too, but there really was nothing they could do. “Hey, it’s gonna be all right.” He pulled Jameson to him, enfolding the two of them with his wings. Jameson was soaked, but Xander didn’t care.

Jameson nodded against his chest. “You’re right. Gods, I know you’re right. I’m sorry. I thought we were done with all this.”

Xander held him out at arm’s length. “Gods, huh? We’re doing the plural thing now?”

Jameson gave him a half smile. “Trying it out? When in Rome….”

“How’s your hearing?”

Jameson cocked his head. “It’s better. But everything sounds muffled.”

Xander nodded. “I can tell.”

Jameson blushed. “Am I talking too loud?”

“Just a little.”

Jameson smiled sheepishly. “It’s weird. It feels like my ears are full of water.”

Xander kissed him gently. “It’ll pass.” He looked around the cavern at last, his eyes gradually adjusting to the dim blue light.

The place was a faeryland, filled with rows of golden stalactites and stalagmites, like the bulwarks of an eldritch castle. Each one was a miracle of minute detail, like candle wax dripped from above. The whole cavern was lit by a turquoise-blue glow.

Xander looked around for the source. It came from pools of water on either side of the cavern. The scintillating light shimmered along the walls, creating complex, ever-changing patterns.

“Look, Jameson… it’s beautiful.” They were both a muddy mess. “We’re stuck here until the storm blows itself out. Why don’t we get cleaned up and try to rest? Then we can figure out what to do next. We have a long flight to Gaelan.” He was still shivering from the rain.

“A bath sounds like heaven.” Jameson let Xander lead him to one of the glowing ponds.

“Do you think it’s safe to go in?” Xander asked, pulling off his boots and testing the water with his toes. It was warm.

Jameson looked queasy, but then he smiled. “They called them faery ponds. There’s a microscopic organism that makes the light. It’s harmless, but beautiful.” He grinned. “Romantic, even.”

Ah, that’s how you knew this place. “You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” he said, slowly and clearly, gesturing to indicate Jameson and the cavern. His own generational memories were still fleeting, occasional things.

Jameson’s smile fled. He shrugged. “Not me personally….”

“Shhh. I know.” If he closed his eyes and focused, he could see this place too, but he seemed to be able to block them out when they were inconvenient. “Too many memories.” Xander pointed at his head.

Jameson nodded. He looked relieved. He reached out and pulled Xander close, his hands warm on Xander’s waist.

Xander slipped his arms around Jameson and kissed him once, twice. He wrinkled his nose. “You’re filthy and you stink! So do I.” He held up his shirt as proof. It was covered in mud stains.

Jameson laughed. “We can fix that.”

He helped Jameson unlace the sides of his shirt, pulling it off to reveal the naked skin underneath. Jameson returned the favor, his hands lingering for a moment before withdrawing to pull down his own pants.

They shucked their wet and dirty clothes and descended into the water. It was surprisingly warm, silky and smooth around Xander’s waist.

The pool was about three meters across and sloped down to about a meter deep at the far end. There was a warm, gentle current drifting past Xander’s legs, and the stone beneath his feet had been worn smooth by water and time.

Xander washed the grime off his skin, and it drifted off into the water around him.

Jameson pulled him in deeper and gestured for him to lower his head.

Xander lay in Jameson’s arms, and warm water washed over him, carrying the mud and dirt out of his hair. Jameson massaged his scalp, pulling away the twigs and bits of gunk he’d accumulated on the mad run through the forest in the storm.

Xander’s desire threatened to overwhelm him at Jameson’s gentle touch. He dipped his face into the water and rinsed off. It was so fucking good to get clean.

He shook his head, splashing Jameson, who shot him an aggrieved look.

The look turned into a wicked grin, and Jameson splashed him back. Then they were going after each other and laughing, a fine mist of water flying through the air.

Damn, it’s good to hear you laugh again. Xander grabbed Jameson and kissed him, harder this time, and Jameson’s body responded. They fell back into the water, and Jameson was hard against him, his own need naked before Xander’s desire.

After all that had happened, Xander needed to feel human and alive again. He tugged Jameson back to the shallow part of the pool and pulled his skythane down on top of him, Jameson’s skin warm against his own.

He kissed Jameson’s neck and nibbled on his ear, eliciting a low moan.

Jameson wanted this as much as he did. He could tell.

For a long, slow, ecstatic hour, Xander forgot all about the storm.

Author Bio

ScottScott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.

He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.

He runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction that reflects their own reality.

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