Cover Reveal: Keeping it Together

Keeping it Together is getting a re-release!

First published in volume 3 of LT3’s Rocking Hard anthology, Keeping it Together is now a standalone book. You’ll be able to buy this as an ebook come the end of this month (official release date 28th of November, preorder here).

And I have to say, the cover art, designed by Aisha Akeju, is absolutely stunning.

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Look at how beautiful it is!!

Now, to tell you a little more about the book, Keeping it Together is a contemporary f/f novella of approximately 32,000 words (around 130 pages) with both bisexual and lesbian main characters.

Summary: Sian should be tucked up in bed when she meets Alisha Hart—beautiful, talented, and the star of a band that’s on its way up. Alisha doesn’t have to worry about curfews or homework or overprotective parents; in fact, she doesn’t seem to care about rules at all. She makes her own, and lives life her way—something Sian can only dream of, and which draws her helplessly to Alisha. But love is complicated, and if there’s such a thing as fate, it seems dead set against them.

I can’t wait to share this story as a standalone work! Alisha and Sian are a great couple and not to toot my own horn, but the book has some good side characters too 🙂

Keep an eye out for preview snippets and a chance to win a free copy!

Cover Reveal: Keeping it Together

Free Fiction: Office Romance

 

Squirrels leapt across the grass and up into trees. Daffodils were in bloom and blossoms were just beginning to unfurl from their buds. It was warm, with a cool breeze that played across the back of his neck.

He meandered through the park at a leisurely pace, taking in the view of the river that divided the park from the luxury flats with their floor-to-ceiling windows. Nate had always loved this park. Especially in the morning, before anyone else got to it.

It was short-lived, though. It took twenty minutes, if he dragged his feet, to walk from one end to the other, and soon he was on the other side of it. Looming over him was a red-brick block of offices, the lights off and blinds drawn. He pressed the buzzer on the door and waited for Gladys, the cleaning supervisor, to let him in. He greeted her warmly, but she barely acknowledged him in return. He got the sense Gladys was not a morning person. That, or she just didn’t like him very much.

He wasn’t the first person into the office, for once. Someone was in the staff kitchen, clinking cutlery, and the kettle was rumbling to a boil. He peered around the doorway to see a young man he didn’t recognise. His hair was short, curly and bed-rumpled, but his suit jacket was wrinkle free, well-ironed. As Nate walked through the door, the stranger turned, a teaspoon in his hand.

“Oh, hello,” he said, all Welsh vowels. “I’m Steffan. I started last week. D’you want a cuppa?”

Nate looked him over. He must the be the new sales assistant, Tina’s replacement. He was short, with wide eyes and a slightly pointed chin. Kind of cute, Nate decided. That was good. They needed more of that around here. His liked his colleagues, but none of them were very good eye candy. Except maybe Dianne, but she was the boss, and married. Or he supposed there was Isaac, from accounting. Okay, so maybe not none of them, but it had been a while since Nate had had someone new to look at.

“I’ll take that as a no then, shall I?” Steffan asked, and Nate realised he’d been staring, silently.

Great, he thought, I’ve creeped out the new guy. What a way to start the morning. “Sorry, yes,” he said, before feigning a yawn. “It’s too early. Not quite with it yet. I’m Nate. And I’ll take two sugars.”

Steffan nodded and turned his back to Nate, busying himself with the mugs. He was careful to choose only the plain white ones, Nate noticed, which was good. If he accidentally used Lisa’s kitten mug, this place would become a living hell for him very quickly.

“So where you from, Steffan?” Nate asked, taking a seat at the nearest of the three tables, and stretching his legs out.

Steffan turned, a steaming mug of tea in each hand and his eyebrows raised. “What? You can’t tell?”

“Ha. Well obviously. But where abouts, I meant.”

“Right. Ystradgynlais.”

At Nate’s blank look, Steffan smirked; clearly he’d assumed Nate wouldn’t know where that was, and he’d been right.

“Powys,” Steffan clarified. “About half an hour from Swansea. What about you?”

“Bristol born and raised,” Nate said, a hint of pride leaking into his voice.

“Huh. You don’t have much of an accent.”

Nate chuckled. “Get me drunk, and you’ll hear it.”

Nate couldn’t help but enjoy the way Steffan blushed.

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Free Fiction: Office Romance

Hallowe’en Giveaway (closed)

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The best holiday of the year has finally arrived: Hallowe’en! The leaves are well and truly turned, breath fogs in the air, and the streets are littered with mouldering pieces of smashed up pumpkin.

To celebrate I’m holding a small giveaway of two of my current e-book titles: Bat’s Children and The Lightning Moon.

Bat’s Children is a short (20,000 word) historical m/m romance novella, set in Wales in the early 18th century and featuring a family of lawless highwaymen.

The Lightning Moon is a mid-length (31,000 word) paranormal m/m romance novella about a bounty hunting witch who inconveniently finds himself falling for the brother of the man he’s hunting. You can also request The Lightning Moon in French or Spanish if you’d prefer it to the original English.

Please note this giveaway is now closed. Congratulations to Jessica Klotz and Emma Lee!

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Lilith!rat says “Happy Hallowe’en” from ~beyond the grave~
Hallowe’en Giveaway (closed)

Free Read: Underneath

It’s a nice, slow Sunday, so I wrote a thing. Enjoy!

 

Chelsea hunched her shoulders against the drizzling rain and quickened her pace. Her train had been delayed by nearly two hours and she was eager to get home. Not that there was much waiting for her except the usual soap operas, dinner and a bottle of wine for one. It was exactly a year, almost to the hour now, that Raina had disappeared, gone out to the shop for tortilla chips and never returned. For a while, Chelsea had been hopeful. She’d worked with the police, she’d handed out posters, attended meetings, even done her own searching, but there was nothing; it was as though Raina had vanished into thin air. The phone had gone silent, and now the meetings Chelsea attended were support groups. She’d stayed in the flat, despite the rent hike, just in case Raina came home. Chelsea wanted to be there. She didn’t want Raina to come home to some stranger. She’d gotten a cat, to keep her company on the longer nights, but the cat was only in when Chelsea was out. Like Raina, it wasn’t much of a people person.

She paused outside the carpark, glancing behind her, then left and right. There was nothing except a three foot high pile of rubber tyres and an overturned shopping trolley. There was no one following her, no one anywhere near her. Still, she shivered, goosebumps prickling up and down her arms and along the back of her neck. She went in, crossing the empty spaces quickly, eyes scanning left to right. She jumped as a shutter squealed across the street, a shop closing up, and laughed at herself. The laugh didn’t sound quite right, a little breathy.

It was okay now. She was almost home. She turned the corner, the muscles in her shoulders loosening as she caught sight of her car, the silver paintwork glistening with raindrops under lamplight. The ground vibrated under her feet. A lorry, maybe, going too fast on the main road.

And then her stomach bottomed out as the road fell away beneath her.

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Free Read: Underneath

The Bestiary

One of my earlier stories, The Dog in the Mist, was written for LT3’s The Bestiary collection. I wrote this story during a very rainy summer when I wasn’t working anywhere near as much as I wanted to be, and I think the story reflects that. It’s set on Dartmoor, which can be a very bleak landscape, and the plot is largely based on local legends. The Bestiary is going out of print at the end of this month, so if you want to read The Dog in the Mist, or any of the other stories, now is quite possibly your last chance.

I also copy edited several stories for The Bestiary, and read others just because. That was a while ago now, but I would still recommend Fire and Lightning, The Kraken Lord and the Eater of the Sun, and Fireborn, all of which were great (and you know I must have really liked them if I can still remember them four years later). Those are only my favourites out of the ones I know. I’m sure there are plenty of other gems that I just haven’t read. As the title of the collection suggests, the stories all revolve around mythological creatures of some kind.

The stories are all at 40% off in an end-of-life sale, so now is a great chance to pick up some wonderful stories at a low price before they’re gone forever.

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Keeping it Together: Part 1

I’m a little behind in discussing this one, but part 1 of my serial story, Keeping it Together came out this week in LT3’s Rocking Hard anthology.

There are a lot of great writers in the anthology, so it’s well worth signing up for serial, and there are other anthologies as well if rock stars don’t float your boat … but if they don’t I have to ask, what’s wrong with you? :p

My story is about a 19 year old girl with overbearing parents who meets a carefree rock musician her family definitely won’t approve of.

I do rather love these characters, and hope you guys will too (:

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Sian should be tucked up in bed when she meets Alisha Hart—beautiful, talented, and the star of a band that’s on its way up. Alisha doesn’t have to worry about curfews or homework or overprotective parents; in fact, she doesn’t seem to care about any rules at all. She makes her own and lives life her way, something Sian can only dream of and which draws her helplessly to Alisha. But love is complicated, and if there’s such a thing as fate, it seems dead set against them.

Part 2 will be up on the 16th of April.

Keeping it Together: Part 1

Sweet Release!

Today The Lightning Moon is finally being released into the world. I’m half-eager to read, half-dreading the reviews (assuming, of course, that I get any). The story is set in a version of Bristol (England, of course) where magic is real. Arrow is a witch, using his gifts to a very simple end:  to make money. Whatever the job, Arrow will usually take it, but he finds a little more than he bargained for on this particular job, something that, just maybe, he could give up his old life for. But when it comes to it, that is easier said than done.

I wrote The Lightning Moon back in February last year, and it is a world I keep returning to in my head. Perhaps, if I can get around my ‘writer’s block’ (for lack of a better word to describe no time and little motivation), there will be more, not of these characters, but of the world they inhabit.

Sadly, I am still without internet (I have spent the last hour in the staffroom after my shift ended and now everyone thinks I live here), but once I have a more reliable source I will organise a giveaway. When this will be, however, your guess is really as good as mine.

You can buy The Lightning Moon here, or check out ratings and reviews (or leave them) here.

Sweet Release!

Popcorn, Rats, and Book Updates

I have been in Bristol now for five months. I have to say I love this city. It feels alive, like there’s always something going on somewhere. Although judging by the number of police cars I hear wailing past, those things usually seem to be burglaries and assaults.

I keep wondering to myself where all my time is going. I certainly haven’t spent any of it writing like I intended to. Perhaps a little more so this last month, but mostly I’ve been working. How I can spend so much time scooping and sweeping popcorn, I don’t know, but it’s certainly good for my wallet.

Last month, after my lush little blue dumbo rex, Eve, died, I got a couple of new rats to keep Lilith (not Lillif, as the veterinary receptionist spelt it) company. This time they’re top-ears, both hooded. They were bred as snake food, but luckily they got left behind when the guy moved out and were rescued. They’re both completely adorable, although Skadi is just a little bit crazy, always ridiculously hyper when I get her out of the cage. Idun is more reserved, but they’re a mischievous little pair and I have to keep a close eye on them.

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RIP Evie

In other news, my story, The Lightning Moon is now up on the LT3 Coming Soon page and has its own GoodReads page. This one is actually set in Bristol, although it’s not quite Bristol as we know it. It will be out two months from now, on January the 8th.

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Arrow enjoys his job—more or less. It pays well, lets him travel freely, and puts his rather unique skill set to good use. But when he finds a letter addressed to the most recent man he’s been hired to track down, he begins to wonder if what he’s got is what he really wants.

Quinn has mostly resigned himself to a lonely life and instead puts his focus on assisting the unusual clientele of the Crystal Moon Emporium, a shop catering exclusively for witches. It’s a life, if not much of one, and he’s getting by. Then a handsome stranger walks through the door, and Quinn starts to feel that maybe just ‘getting by’ is no longer enough.

Popcorn, Rats, and Book Updates

Guest Post: Jay Robin on ‘The Taste of Her’

Today, I have something rather special lined up for you, my dear readers (all five of you!) Instead of me blathering on at you, somebody else is going to do it. That’s right, it’s a guest post! *gasp*

This super special awesome guest writer is Jay Robin, whose debut story The Taste of Her was released today as part of LT3’s Proud to Be a Vampire collection. So now I shall hand you all over to her (:

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‘I expect you’ve read all the Anne Rice books,’ someone at work said to me the other day.

‘No,’ I answered, ‘I’m not really that interested in vampires.’

This isn’t technically true. To me, saying, ‘I’m interested in vampires’ is like saying, ‘I’m really into food right now,’ or ‘mammals are just great’. The vampire has been subjected to so many interpretations that it’s difficult to get excited about them all. You’ve got your classic Nosferatu, your contemporary sparkling vampires, your daywalkers, your psychic vampires. Up until a few years ago I was sure that the vampire genre had been exhausted, that there was no longer any way to invent an original vampire concept. Then I read Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist, and then Carrion Comfort by Dan Simmons. The vampire genre is sharp, seductive and, against all the odds, very much alive.

I am very picky about my vampires, and the delectable, exotic vampire buffet laid out before me seems to encourage this.

For my own vampire story I decided not to mess with the mythology too much. I wanted to think more about classic vampires and why we as readers find them so seductive. Vampirism in The Taste of Her is an escape from humanity, from tradition, from life. For the heroine Iris, that’s a good thing. She’s unable to feel human until she becomes something more than human. It would have been easy to make The Taste of Her a cautionary tale, but it was more fun to have Iris give into temptation and moral ambiguity.

The most difficult thing to research about The Taste of Her was the ship, which I named the Wet Witch. I fretted about nautical terminology, the feasibility of a tea clipper knocking around at that point in history, and so on. I phoned a marine biologist friend of mine, remembering him spending a lot of time on boats when we were students together.

‘So, if I said, “she descended the companionway,” would that sound alright?’

‘I don’t know,’ he said, ‘we just called it “the stairs”.’

I really wanted the Wet Witch to be a clipper because of the captain’s association with opium and the Victorian era, but sailing ships were an anachronism by the time WWII broke out. I worried about this a bit. The crew of the Wet Witch were supposed to be inconspicuous, after all. Luckily, I discovered that the Cutty Sark, Britain’s most famous tea clipper, remained useful until 1954, so the Wet Witch stayed. The more I wrote about the Wet Witch and her crew the fonder I became of them. To celebrate the release of this story I bought a tiny silver clipper for my charm bracelet. I hope it’s the first of many.

World War II is over and Iris Cole is betrothed to a handsome Captain—but the future is hard to enjoy when she still secretly mourns her lost lover, Lillian. At a military base in Germany she meets the mysterious Beth and becomes something other than human, swept up in Beth’s grim cause, and determined to learn what Beth has to do with Lillian.

If you would like to purchase The Taste of Her, then you can do so here.

If you’d like to hear more from Jay Robin, you can follow her on twitter and goodreads.

Guest Post: Jay Robin on ‘The Taste of Her’

Free Fiction: Hanging

It’s story time!! This one’s a little 1k m/m fluff thing.

 

Nate groaned in protest, the insistent beep of his alarm paying him no mind. Finally, grudgingly, he swung an arm out of bed and whacked down the snooze button, buried his face in his pillow. His head hurt, stomach churned, and the room felt tentative, like it could tip over at any moment; staying in bed was certainly the best option.

He hadn’t realised how much he’d been drinking last night, how wasted he’d been, but he had hazy memories of throwing up in the bushes outside Amanda’s house, stumbling into the road on the way home and lying face down on the kerb, hoping home would come to him. How he’d eventually gotten back was beyond him.

Ten minutes later, and the alarm was off again. Snooze. Another ten minutes. Beep. Beep. Beep. Nate hit the off button and pushed himself up to sit. He felt shivery, and his hands were shaking as he peeled back the covers. Tea. He needed tea. And a fucking cigarette.

In his t-shirt and boxers, Nate made his way quietly into the kitchen, unsure who was out and who was asleep. If Jeremy was in, he’d be feeling just as bad as Nate by now.

Heaping sugar into his mug, he waited for the kettle to boil, holding his hand out in front of his eyes and watching it tremble. Water boiled, tea in one hand, cigarette packet and lighter in the other, Nate pushed open the kitchen door. He took a seat on the outside step and watched the sun play through the leaves of the old sycamore that stood just outside their yard.

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Free Fiction: Hanging