It's going to be a busy summer here with writing, editing, releases, and more. Here's the rundown of everything going on.
1. M/M Goodreads group Don't Read in the Closet 2015!!
I have cover pretties to share for my story in the DRitC anthology:
My story is titled "Token of Hope" and it's my first official step into writing fantasy. I've always been quite interested in the genre, but I was also a little scared to try. I'm still a little intimidated. This story will be released sometime soon.
2. "Project Wasteland book 2, The Chaos": I'll release this book soon, depending on the release schedule of the other books this summer. I had intended to release in June but it may be delayed.
3. "Malrith's Shield": Also coming soon!! My first full length M/M romance fantasy novel. :)
Okay, now how about that moment you realize... that the 15,000 words you've already written need to be overhauled because the plot has changed? Yeah, that. *sighs* I have a lot of rewriting to do.
I done grabbed my prompt for this year's Don't Read in the Closet event at the Goodreads M/M Romance Group. This year, the title is "Love is an Open Road". This is such a wonderful event. I haven't had a chance to participate for a couple of years due to a few different things, so I am so looking forward to this year!
Here's my prompt, by the wonderful Breann:
Just look at all that arrogance.
Bastard isn’t so cocky now that I’ve got him in my dungeon. He and his
damn cat have been a thorn in my side ever since I took over this
kingdom. I would love a fun, high fantasy, enemies to lovers story. Please no dub-con or non-con.
I'm so excited to get started on this, and already have! I'm also on pins and needles though, because I've written plenty of enemies to lovers stories in the past... and well, they didn't come out so well. *twiddles thumbs* But I'm totally up to the challenge again. This time, I hope to write it well.
Want to know their names? (yes, Mr. Kitty has a name, too!)
I think I've already figured them out, and I'll reveal them very soon!
In any case, my writing goals for the next two months:
Whoo hoo, I'm participating in the M/M Romance Holiday Flash fiction blog hop. This time, the theme is Valentine's Day! And guess what? A special present, I'll be giving away a copy of (most) any backlist title to one lucky commenter.
Want to win a book? Give this short 1,000 word piece a look and then comment (don't forget to include your email address) for your chance to win! Giveaway will remain open until next week, Saturday Feb 21st.
And if you haven't yet, read my winter-themed flash fic piece here. This short story focuses on the same characters, Fithel and Sawyer, also from my current fantasy work in progress titled "Malrith's Shield". Enjoy!
Warnings: Possible NSFW, and a dancing naked elf.
The bed rustled and dipped beside him. Fithel
turned to spot Sawyer next to him, eyes clenched shut, breath coming out in
gasps, and his forehead covered in sweat. He twitched and groaned and shifted
his head as his dream consumed him. Fithel had seen this all too often. These
nightmares had plagued Sawyer for years.
He gently brushed his fingers across Sawyer’s moist
cheek. Sawyer jerked away from Fithel’s touch, pinching his eyes even tighter.
“Sawyer,” Fithel whispered. He reached under the
blanket, finding Sawyer’s hand gripped to the underside. Tender coaxing usually
brought him back from his nightmares, but Sawyer opened his lips and tightened
his fingers around the blanket instead. “It’s only a dream.”
“N-no...” Sawyer moaned. He jerked his elbow,
almost catching Fithel in the chest. “Stop!”
“No! Please don’t—“
At once, Sawyer’s eyes popped open. Focused on the
ceiling above. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his brow. Fithel grasped
his hand as he let go of the blanket, finding his skin unusually cold.
“You’re okay,” he murmured in Sawyer’s ear.
“Another nightmare, huh?”
Sawyer nodded. He glanced out of the corner of his
eye; a teardrop trickled down his cheek, mending with the sweat already there.
“I-I’m okay, now.”
“Sure? They’ve been pretty bad, lately. Want to
talk about it?”
After letting out a sighed “No”, Sawyer rolled on
his side and snuggled close to Fithel’s chest.
Being close made Fithel’s heart swell. He was
always there when Sawyer had a nightmare. Always embraced him, soothed his
fears, and though Sawyer never liked to talk about his dreams, Fithel made the
promise that someday, they’d leave Sawyer alone. It would happen—Sawyer would
awaken happy and full of energy, instead of in a panic. Someday.
For now, what always worked was Fithel turning
Sawyer’s attention to something else. “Do you remember what day it is?” He
brushed his hand lightly upon Sawyer’s arm.
“Hmm, the festival?”
“Uh huh. The Saint Valentine’s festival.” Fithel
chuckled. The annual occasion was one of the king’s favorite events: a
masquerade and a buffet with all the nobles in Anscien, as well as the
bestowing of some of the country’s most eligible bachelors to unmarried,
capable women. “Who do you think is in turn to marry this year?”
Sawyer tensed. “Not me, I’ll tell you.”
Fithel let out another laugh. “That would be
something, wouldn’t it? You are of age, don’t forget. There’s nothing stopping
our king from arranging your engagement to some beautiful young lady.”
“You wouldn’t let him, though, would you?” Sawyer
jerked his head up, eyes wide with concern.
“Of course I wouldn’t.” Fithel cupped his chin, and
eased closer to close the gap between them, nibbling at his lips playfully. “Unless...”
Sawyer’s throat bobbed. “Unless?”
“She wouldn’t mind sharing,” Fithel whispered
against Sawyer’s skin.
Sawyer sat straight up with flushed cheeks, the
blanket rolling down his naked chest. “You wouldn’t! After all this time, you’d
just let everything go at an instant like that. I can’t believe yo—“
Clasping Sawyer’s hand to interrupt his bickering,
Fithel chuckled until his chest hurt. “Calm down, love, I’m only kidding.”
Sawyer furrowed his brows. “You should know me better by now. I’d never let you
go so easily.”
Sawyer’s expression softened. He slowly laid beside
Fithel. “It’s nothing to joke about. It could happen. Any day now, the king
will call my name and I’ll be arranged to marr—“
“If it does,” Fithel tightened his grip on Sawyer’s
hand. Needing the closeness, he forced Sawyer over on his back and straddled
his hips. “I promise to fight the decision.”
He leaned close and pressed his lips to Sawyer’s. A
hot moan wafted across Fithel’s cheeks; Sawyer had closed his eyes. Wrapped his
arms around Fithel, fingers digging into the small of his back. Fithel loved
the feel of his partner, and the way he succumbed—helpless and weak against his
jokes, and his ministrations. Sawyer’s length twitched against his, another
wanton groan escaped from deep in his throat.
“Hold that thought,” Fithel breathed. “What I really
want to do tonight is...” He pounced to his feet, balancing himself on the hard
bed above Sawyer. “Dance!”
Sawyer’s eyes drew wide. Fithel jumped to the floor
and hummed a slow melody as he held his arms out in front of him, imagining holding
Sawyer in his arms. There he danced. The grand room would be dark with dim
lanterns sparkling against the buffered marble floor. He’d danced with Sawyer
every year during the masquerade; it was what he most looked forward to.
A familiar chuckle interrupted his fun. “Hey,”
Sawyer said. “Behind you.”
“What?” Fithel opened his eyes to Sawyer sat on the
edge of the bed with a grin, the blanket gathered around his waist.
He turned around to find the bright morning light shining
through the open window on his exposed backside. A grey-haired maid stood below
in her stained gown, staring up at him with curiosity, and maybe a little
wariness. Fithel put on the biggest smile he could and waved at her. “Hello!”
The maid lowered her head, he thought he saw her
cheeks turn beet red, and continued her trek across the garden.
“You gotta’ love me,” Fithel said excitedly as he
turned back toward the bed.
Sawyer shook his head. “Flashing everyone in the
kingdom, huh? I should be a little jealous.”
“Are you?” Fithel asked in a husky drawl. “Should I
ask someone else to dance tonight, then?”
Sawyer narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
“Hmm, I could.” Fithel knelt on the bed, leaning
into Sawyer. “Or I could dance with two. It could be fun, couldn’t it? Oh, I
know. How about the guard Et’os? He’s quite the dandy, isn’t he? Imagine it,
Sawyer, you and me and—“
“Don’t think so,” Sawyer murmured. “I’d never share
you. If that Et’os or anyone tried anything, I’d have to slash his throat.”
“So you are jealous.” Fithel brushed his lips
playfully against Sawyer’s once more. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have it any
other way, but you and me...” He pressed into Sawyer, forcing him down on his
back, and crawled between his legs. “And this bed.”
Don't forget to read more flash fic today by these fabulous authors:
It's been too long since I've done one of these #tuesdayteaser things. Do people even do these anymore?
Oh well. I'm going to do one today! If anyone has read my Christmas flash story, I'll give you another quick peek into my character Sawyer from my current WIP "Malrith's Shield".
Flames lit up the night sky. A
fiery roar of a dragon’s voice sounded in the distance. Atrocious wings created
a whoosh of wind that blew Sawyer’s hair away from his face. He stood frozen
with eyes wide as the entire castle burned before him. There was nothing he
could do to stop the attack.
Maids and workers darted through
the hallways, searching for protection from the ongoing assault. Smoldering
beams fell from the roof. The folk stopped and screamed as the dragon flew
above them, dousing them in a blast of heat.
Sawyer’s body shook in fear. The dragon would find him if he
didn’t move. He tried to lift a leg, but could barely take a step. All he could
do was watch while the whole world around him was destroyed.
An unfamiliar voice flitted through his thoughts. Standing on
the opposite side of the hallway was a figure... no, the dragon’s summoner. In
red heavy armor, the summoner wavered with broadsword in hand.
Sawyer tried again to move. He yelled out for help as more
people passed him by, but it seemed no one heard him. The summoner stalked
closer. Long, red hair coiled down the man’s chest. His extravagant chest plate
and bracers shone in the firelight from above. Sawyer had never seen such
masterpiece armor before.
“You there,” the summoner said with his sword drawn toward him.
Sawyer’s heart dropped as he dared not to stare at the blade,
but at his killer’s face. Brown eyes shimmered with bloodlust. The man’s lean,
youthful face showed no sign of fear nor regret. This summoner was... Sawyer
lowered his head in spite of himself.