Rainbow Snippets

So it’s been raining for a week destroying two hiking trips and I’m pretty sure we’ll have to drag out the farm tractor to cut this grass. I’m in West Virginia at the moment cat sitting my brother’s clowder of cats while he and his wife are in some all inclusive resort. So far all the fur babies are fine but now that I’ve been here a week they’re used to me and are starting to act up. I had hoped to use the time to write but man it’s been slow going. (but I did have my SF novella picked up so that made for a happy week).

I’m still with These Haunted Hills. The boys are still talking beer.

“I do like beer, wine and whiskey too but I’m trying not to drink much, at least not alone.” Brendan rubbed his own arms, trying not to think hard on that. He had crawled into a bottle for a while after Connor died. He’d climbed out again quickly enough but he didn’t like to tempt fate much.

“I’m sorry. I should have thought of that.”

Joshua’s pained tone hit hard. “No, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I like that you don’t pussyfoot around me. Too many people do that since Connor died. I’d love to go to those microbreweries with you.”

And it’s been a while since I posted a picture and I think I might have shared one like this but here’s what Brendan’s cabin looks like.

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If you’d like to stay, this is Hillside Cabin from the company Cabins by the Caves It’s one of the smaller cabins. It’s a lovely location with plenty of hiking to do (it’s about the one thing my area has going for it).

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

Sunday Small Talk

Happy mother’s day.

I’ve been quiet because I’ve been busy editing. I had to get Blood Red Roulette done and then I had to edit the SF novella before the deadline got here and once that was done, BRR was back for edits again, right in the middle of the last two weeks of my semester.

It was taking me forever on the edits as it was (day job has a lot of hours involved) so I didn’t think it was smart or right to divert my attention too much.

Now that I probably won’t see BRR back for at least another week or two, I’m trying to get a Christmas story done and I think the deadline was moved up. Yikes. I’m not sure it’s going well. I have the idea but man, contemporary is not my thing. Hopefully I can pull it off as a short story.

I’m eyeing the open call at Less Than Three press for a post apocalyptic solarpunk leaning story but my writing mojo which was so strong this winter is dwindling. That’s depressing but I’m hoping the summer off will help me recharge.

Sunday Small Talk

Happy mother’s day.

I’ve been quiet because I’ve been busy editing. I had to get Blood Red Roulette done and then I had to edit the SF novella before the deadline got here and once that was done, BRR was back for edits again, right in the middle of the last two weeks of my semester.

It was taking me forever on the edits as it was (day job has a lot of hours involved) so I didn’t think it was smart or right to divert my attention too much.

Now that I probably won’t see BRR back for at least another week or two, I’m trying to get a Christmas story done and I think the deadline was moved up. Yikes. I’m not sure it’s going well. I have the idea but man, contemporary is not my thing. Hopefully I can pull it off as a short story.

I’m eyeing the open call at Less Than Three press for a post apocalyptic solarpunk leaning story but my writing mojo which was so strong this winter is dwindling. That’s depressing but I’m hoping the summer off will help me recharge.

Rainbow Snippets

I’m off to Rathacon in a few and then I get to drive in a monster storm to go home for Mother’s Day. That should be fun. Head desk (I never actually go home for MOther’s Day but I’ll be house sitting for my brother the whole week).

And oh, since this came up last week, These Haunted Hills is a WIP so yeah if you see any typos or the like, please feel free to point them out. I will not be offended and will be thankful since I was obviously blind to them!

We’re still in the truck here. For contest, Brendan has told Josh he doesn’t want to talk about ghosts any more (as a) he’s trying to order his thoughts for his novel and b) he’s freaking himself out).

“I’ll have to find something else to talk about. Maybe something not geeky. I’d hate to give you the wrong impression.” Joshua smiled.

Brendan suspected he already knew the sort of man Joshua was. Hell, he liked Josh’s geekiness. “Do we even have non-geeky things to talk about?”

“Sure, we can talk about who makes better beer, us Germans or you Irish.”

“I have one word for you: Guinness.” Brendan grinned.

“And I have one for you, Weihenstephan.”

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

Rainbow Snippets

So yeah I didn’t get a chance to read in the last two weeks. It’s been too busy. The steampunk symposium was a great time and I might get a chance to do something creatively with it next year. Fingers crossed. Then it was finals and graduation today. I’m still exhausted. So the only thing left for me to do is edits but I can do that and comment too.

I’m picking right back up with These Haunted Hills. Brendan and Josh are in the truck leaving the haunted hotel.

(Brendan) “Could it have gone really bad in there? You know, like in the movies. Can these ghosts possess someone?”

Joshua wrinkled his nose, not answering right away. “There have been documented cases but not from a simple ghost hunt, at least not that I’ve read. Usually it’s either someone living in a haunted house for long periods of time or more likely a medium who can actually talk to ghost, if you believe in that sort of thing. They often invite the ghosts to pass through them or use them to communicate and that seems to go badly. What you need to worry about more is picking up a hitchhiker. It’s been known to happy. You go into a haunted house. The ghost likes you and goes home with you.”

Brendan cocked up his eyebrows. “You didn’t think to mention that beforehand.”

“I’m pretty sure it was in one of the original emails. Of course, not being a medium, I’ll have no idea if either of us are going home with a supernatural plus-one.”

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

Rainbow Snippets

I am all but weeping in the face of everything I have to do (read last week of classes, a trip and another round of edits on the long novel and ditto the novella). I might be slow in reading everything but I WILL read it.

Also I had a blast at the Ohioana book festival last weekend. If you like gothic/gaslight paranormals and get the chance to talk Leanna Renee Hieber, do. She’s a blast (she’ll also be at the steampunk thing that’s coming up next weekend that I’m going to in Cincinnati).

I’m continuing with These Haunted Hills (camp nano has been a failure due to the endless edits) I jumped a wee bit ahead. They went back into the hotel briefly, it had gone quiet and now they’re leaving. It’s a wee bit over seven lines just to capture the complete thought.

Brendan had to admit to himself when Joshua pulled the truck away from Diana’s hotel, more of the heaviness disappeared. He twisted on the seat, watching the inn slowly swallowed by the woods. “I’m so glad I hired you as a guide. I would never have found this place on my own in spite of reading a bit online. Even if I had, I don’t know that I’d have been brave enough to go in.”

“I don’t know about that. You did well.”

“Yeah, I didn’t piss myself when things went sideways so I’m counting that as a win,” Brendan said dryly.

Joshua chuckled. “Fair point.”

“Came close, not going to lie.” Brendan smiled.

“You would not be the first. Not me, mind you but we did take this one big burly would-be ghost hunter and he crapped himself. It was not a good ride home so you’re way ahead of him.”

“Good to know. Might have to put that in the book, make the character something of an arrogant douchebag so no one will be too upset.”

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

New Release- Forgiveness by Grace Duncan

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Check out Grace Duncan’s latest. I saw the Steelers in the excerpt and smiled.

Blurb

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?

Excerpt He wished he’d listened more to Alpha Noah. That summer he’d mentioned a couple of times that if Eric had anything he wanted to talk about—and even then Eric had known Alpha Noah was referring to Kim—he could talk. Eric hadn’t taken him up on it. Instead, he’d kept it to himself and continued to fight with Kim.

But when the beginning of September came and went and Eric refused to go to college, she had apparently realized she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. He’d hinted that they start trying for pups. She’d completely lost it on him, packed a suitcase, and walked out.

He’d told himself she just needed a break, needed time to understand he was happy. And he was—if not about them fighting, then about everything else.

So, he’d waited. September bled into October, which blew coldly into November. And still she hadn’t come back. Hadn’t so much as called him in all that time. He had no idea where she’d gone, just that she wasn’t in Pittsburgh anymore—Alpha Noah had told him he knew that for sure, but not where she’d gone.

He’d lost himself in his work and focused on spending time with his friends. But one Monday night, during football, his life changed forever.

The Steelers were close, on the ten-yard line, looking good for a touchdown. Halfway through the play, a pain hit that was so sharp, it stole Eric’s breath and forced him to lose control of his wolf, something he hadn’t done since he was a pup. He’d shifted on the spot, howling. It’d taken the alpha, using his alpha power, to get him to shift back.

His chest physically hurt. He’d known, in that second, what had happened. He couldn’t breathe, the pain was so sharp. He managed to get back to human form and stared at his best friend, trying to figure out how to handle this, but his wolf was too much in the forefront, too close to the surface because of the pain. He’d managed to tell Tanner he was sorry, then shifted again and bolted.

Eric had torn through the screen door of Alpha Noah’s house and run as fast as he could. Away from the pain, away from the heartache. Away from the understanding of what had just happened.

Kim had cheated on him. Cheated on him and allowed another wolf to claim her. She hadn’t just left him to figure things out.

She was gone.

With another howl, he’d run. Run as far and as fast as he could. And he hadn’t looked back for a very, very long time.

 

Eric whined, trying yet again to forget. There was no way he could go through that again, no way he could open himself up to the possibility. Diana, why?

He smelled his alpha only a few moments later. But Eric wasn’t ready to face being human again. Life as a wolf was so much easier. He didn’t have these things to deal with. He could focus on a few basic things—fighting, feeding, running. He didn’t need to think about emotion, didn’t need to worry about something he should have had but didn’t.

“Come on, Eric. You can’t do this again,” Tanner said.

Eric tried to ignore him. He’d recognized Tanner as his alpha, so if Tanner wanted to push the issue, he could. Eric really hoped he wouldn’t.

“Dude, really. Come on. I know it was hard on you. I saw it happen, remember? I didn’t feel it, but I know. You can’t do this again, though. You can’t do it to your mate.”

The whine got louder, and Eric shook his head. I don’t have a mate! I can’t!

“Eric, shift, man. Let’s talk about this at least.”

Eric sighed but shook his head again.

“Uh-uh. I’m not letting you do this a second time. Are you going to make me go alpha on you?”

He couldn’t answer, because he really didn’t want to piss his friend—or alpha—off.

“Godsdammit,” Tanner grumbled. “Eric, shift.”

The alpha power went through him, and a few seconds later, Eric squatted opposite Tanner, looking at him in full color. “Did you have to do that?”

“Were you going to shift?” Tanner countered.

Eric kept his mouth shut.

“That’s what I thought.” Tanner shook his head. “I’m not letting you do this again. Especially not now.”

“I can’t, Tanner. I can’t go through the pain again.”

To Eric’s surprise, Tanner nodded. “I get that.” He sat back, leaning on one hand and tilting his head. “Have a seat. I didn’t get a chance to tell you much about what happened with Finley and me, did I?”

Eric scowled. “What does that have to do with me?”

“Sit and I’ll tell you.”

“I’m not a dog,” Eric grumbled, earning himself a snort from Tanner. But he sat, getting more comfortable.

“I didn’t claim Finley for two years after we met. To a large degree, that was because of you.”

Eric blinked at him, mouth dropping open. “Me? Because of me?”

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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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