Month: March 2013

Sneak Peak Sunday is a blog hop where authors share a snippet of a book or work in progress. More snippets can be found by checking out the Sneak Peek Sunday blog.

This week, I’m sharing a snippet from a soon-to-be-released short story Slow Waltz (Coming May 7th from Loose Id). It continues the adventures of Rhys and Silas from Close Quarter.

In this snippet, Silas and Rhys are in an elevator…

Silas pushed himself off the wall. An instant later, he tilted Rhys’s chin up and his soft lips skimmed against Rhys’s mouth. The gentleness of that first touch vanished, and Silas devoured Rhys’s mouth.

For a moment, the world vanished and all that existed were Silas’s lips, his tongue probing deeply, and his fingers stroking Rhys’s throat. The elevator lurched to a stop, and the doors opened. Silas broke the kiss but remained inches close. He ran his thumb over Rhys’s jaw. “Of course love at first sight exists.” He murmured the words.

Someone in the hallway coughed.

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Why couldn’t Altan have just let it be? Vasil still ached from the healing, from Altan’s kindness, and from the hot press of of the half-fae against his back and the man’s warm breath in his ear. Each was a pain that tugged at a different scar.

Sneak Peak Sunday is a blog hop where authors share a snippet of a book or work in progress. More snippets can be found by checking out the Sneak Peek Sunday blog.

This week, I’m sharing a bit of a different  snippet from my erotic paranormal romance Close Quarter, which is available now from Loose Id and other outlets.

In this snippet, Silas has gone off to do his job: Hunt the soulless on board the cruise ship. We’ve skipped a bit forward from last week…for it seems the soulless have also found Rhys. Silas is none too happy about that.

The male stepped away from Rhys’s body. “Quintus Silvanus.”

So. This one knew his name as well. Silas kept silent and stepped closer to Rhys. He was alive—that much Silas knew—but in pain. He did not let himself look at the extent—or type—of Rhys’s wounds.

The male wiped blood from his mouth, then spoke. “You have not fared well tonight.” Rich voice, full of amusement. “Your masters will not be pleased.”

This one was older. Cautious. “Two of your kind are ash.” He kicked at the pile that had been the female, sending what was left of the soulless swirling into the night air. “You soon will be. I think they’ll be pleased enough.”

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An instant later, a knot of earth slammed into Altan, lifting him off his feet, and hurling him at the far wall of the kitchen.

Vasil’s desperate cry of shock and dismay echoed against the appliances.

Altan grappled with his own element, pulling and pushing at the air to stabilize himself. There was just enough room to change his trajectory so that he flew through the doorway to the living room. He threw his will against the momentum from the burst of earth, twisting and tumbling from the sudden deceleration. He halted, hovering sideways in the air above the coffee table.

Vasil scrambled from the kitchen to the living room doorway and stared at Altan, his face pale. “Hospodi.” He slid to his knees while still clutching the door frame. “You’re alive.”

Quite a lot of this blog has been about my writing. I thought I’d share some things about the place in which I live.

Right now, Pittsburgh is still in the grips of winter. But when it’s not rain/sleet/snowing out, one of the things I like to do is sneak out of work for a lunchtime walk. I’m lucky enough to work close to downtown Pittsburgh in an area called the Strip District. That’s a descriptive tag… the neighborhood is a thin strip of flood plain between the Allegheny River and a pretty large cliff called Grant’s Hill.

It’s home to a lot of wholesale, produce, ethnic, meat, and fish markets. If you can eat or drink it, the Strip probably has it. There’s also a ton of restaurants and the Western Pennsylvania Regional History Museum, and a number of businesses.

There’s also a walking trail that runs along the river. Sometimes I walk down into the Strip, other times, I walk up along the river. Pittsburgh’s an interesting place to live and work because there’s so much green space, even close to downtown.

Here’s a photo looking down into the city from where I work:

Here’s a shot of the river. Different time of day, but this view is only 90 degrees from the other one (you can see the other end of the train bridge):

If I walk down into the city, then cross a bridge, this is what it looks like:

And if I walk further down the river, and stand in the middle of the river on a bridge, this is what the confluence of the Allegheny and Monongahela look like. This is the head of the Ohio River. You can also see one of the two inclines of Pittsburgh. They’re part of the public transit system to take folks up and down Mount Washington, which is the cliff across the river.

This is why I find Pittsburgh so magical. You have hills and rivers and trees and boats and cars and wildlife all butted up against one another.

Any yes, I do intend to set a book of three here in this city of steel and water and life. It’s my hometown, and I love it.

Sneak Peak Sunday is a blog hop where authors share a snippet of a book or work in progress. More snippets can be found by checking out the Sneak Peek Sunday blog.

This week, I’m sharing a bit of a different  snippet from my erotic paranormal romance Close Quarter, which is available now from Loose Id and other outlets.

In this snippet, Silas has gone off to do his job: Hunt the soulless on board the cruise ship. He finds one…

Fire raked across Silas’s back. A clawed hand covered his mouth. “Looking for someone, pixie?” Putrid breath against his face.

Oh fuck. Orcus take him down under the earth.

The soulless bit into his shoulder, and pain exploded through Silas’s nerves. Centuries of discipline took over. He lurched forward, throwing the creature over him. Clothing and flesh ripped as Silas launched the soulless through the air and down the darkened ramp of the theater.

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Today, Allie Ritch is listing some great one-liners from a ton of wonderful authors…and from me, too.

Head on over to Allie’s blog to see which line from Close Quarter is one of my favorites and to check out all the other lines.

 Vasil peered around the counter then made another note. “I’m assuming there’s somewhere I can buy cookware?”

“Of course. Istanbul isn’t exactly a backwater.” Once it had been the center of the world.

“Vasil snorted. “I meant close by. You’re lacking any sizable pot or skillet, and I hate cooking for just one.”

Except that Vasil would not be staying. A bitter knot formed in Altan’s throat. “Yes, of course. There’s a shopping district nearby that will have what you’re looking for.”

Vasil continued to make notes. “Is there anything you won’t eat?”

“Not particularly.” He waited a moment. “Vasil—”

He stopped writing. “Please don’t give up on me.”

Altan exhaled.

“I know that look, you see. I’ve spent the past two years cheek to jowl with people and you learn these things.”

I just signed and returned a contract to Loose Id for Slow Waltz, which is a Rhys and Silas short story. I’m also hip deep edits from my editor for the story tonight.

If all goes as planned, it’ll be out on May 7th!

Just a quick note to say that I’ll be at the GayRomLit retreat this year! It’s October 17-20, 2013 at the Meliá Hotel in Atlanta Georgia. I’m very excited. I head great things about this event from friends last year.

I’ll also be at several other conventions this year… I’ll be putting together a list of appearances soon.