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Rainbow Snippets 3/17

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, all! Today I’m going to give you a six-line preview of my new m/m/m ménage, Stable Hill, which is currently in pre-order at Dreamspinner Press. Oscar lost his husband three years ago and is raising their girls on his own now. Russ is the barn manager at Stable Hill Farm that became the farm manager when Oscar’s father became too ill to manage it himself any longer. The third soon-to-be lover, who is not in this particular snip, is Jeffrey, the realtor Oscar has hired to sell the farm.


This time when the silence fell between them, Oscar tried to let it be, but Russ seemed way more comfortable with it than he was. He watched the waves of grass blowing in the hayfield and examined the porch railing, which Russ must have painted recently because it looked great. He did pretty much anything but look at Russ; if he were honest, he was a little intimidated. The guy knew the farm inside and out, as Oscar had once when he’d lived with Dad, but didn’t anymore. Russ also knew damn well that Oscar hadn’t spent any real time out here in, well, years really, and the last year especially. Russ and Dad had become friends, and sometimes he worried that Russ was closer to Dad than he was.


You can pre-order Stable Hill RIGHT HERE!

Here’s the blurb:

Can three men from very different backgrounds find a home and a future together?

After losing his husband to cancer, Oscar Kennedy has his hands full with their four girls, the house, his job, and his mother-in-law. When he loses his father too, keeping Stable Hill, the old horse farm where he grew up, becomes impossible. Oscar hires Jeffrey Stokes, a slick-looking real estate broker with a roll-up-his-sleeves work ethic, to get it on the market.

Russell White manages the day-to-day at Stable Hill. Russ had loved Oscar’s dad like a father, and took on even more responsibility when the old man fell ill. He is shocked and saddened by Oscar’s decision to sell.

All three men have a stake in Stable Hill, and it’s not long before they start to invest in one another too. But their complicated relationship doesn’t make having to sell Stable Hill any easier. Will the fragile triad they’re building last when the farm that brought them together is gone?


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For those of you that don’t know, Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction. It can be a work-in-progress, a finished work or even a six-sentence book recommendation. You’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.

Rainbow Snippets 3/10 #rainbowsnippets

For those of you that don’t know, Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction. It can be a work-in-progress, a finished work or even a six-sentence book recommendation. You’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.

This is the first six(ish) lines of a WIP I’m writing as a holiday short and the scene takes place at an office holiday party. Matt is an attorney who works there, and Ethan is with the caterer for the party.


Matt set his plate down at the far end of a counter so he’d be out of the way, then cut a big bite of latke, scooped up some apple sauce with it, and put it in his mouth.

“Oh, yum. Mm-mm-mm.” Crunchy, a little garlicky, fried just perfectly. He took another bite. “Oh man.”

“Everything okay, sir?”

Startled, he turned abruptly with his mouth still full and looked right into a pair of sweet blue eyes. Sweet, familiar blue eyes.

He quickly finished chewing. “Ethan?”

“Matt? Oh my God!”

Oh shit.


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Rainbow Snippets – 3/3

Hello again all!

For those of you that don’t know, Rainbow Snippets says it “is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of original fiction. Every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.”

This is the first six (it’s seven, pretend it’s six) lines from a current WIP I’m working on with BA Tortuga, tentatively titled Wrecked. I’m not going to tell you too much about it, but Beckett Adler is an attorney living in Vermont and working in Middlebury.

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The offices of Walker and Adler, LLP closed early on Fridays. That was one of the perks of practicing law in Vermont, weekends were sacred. There were other perks–it was perfectly acceptable to show up late because there was fresh powder on the mountain, you could bring your dog to the office, and you only had to wear a suit on court days.

Of course, the rules, such as they were, didn’t concern Beckett Adler too much since he was the boss.

Beckett locked up and stepped out into the brisk afternoon, but the chill in the air didn’t keep him from stopping by the hardware store for varnish and a couple of foam brushes. In a month or so he’d get his boat back to Lake Champlain. His weekend plans included refinishing the tiller and the cleats, and maybe starting on the companionway.

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Rainbow Snippets – Feb 24

RAINBOW SNIPPETS 2/24

Hello again all!

For those of you that don’t know, Rainbow Snippets says it “is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of original fiction. Every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.”

It’s been a while since I posted one of these, and I miss doing them!

This is a snip from my current WIP, tentatively titled Mergers and Acquisitions. Jason is a stripper that goes by Dallas at a club in Hell’s Kitchen (New York City) and Teague is an attorney who is this close to making partner at his high powered law firm. Teague’s had a bad day and ends up at Jason’s (Dallas’) club. It’s a tiny bit more than six lines, but some of the lines are one word, so… forgive me!

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“Gentlemen!”

“Oh, boy.” Dallas winked at him and Teague raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, boy?”

“Straight outta Texas, everyone give it up for the beautiful boy from the Lone Star State, the Wiggle Room’s own yellow rose. It’s Dallas!”

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Had he heard that right?

A spotlight hit the bar as the music started, making Teague squint, and the next thing he knew Dallas had a hand behind his head and was kissing him. Teague was so startled he just kissed the cowboy right back. A shiver shot up his spine and as Dallas pulled away, Teague got a look into the cowboy’s moss green eyes.

Dallas laughed and winked, delighted, and stood right up on the bar as the first verse kicked in.

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I’m one of ten authors of LGBTQ fiction teaming up to share the love for BookBub!

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#This is Consent, #Consent in Romance

From Posy Roberts:

“Authors, share scenes from your books that show what consent looks like. I’d love it if we could link these up somehow, perhaps a hashtag like #ThisIsConsent and #ConsentInRomance.” (Link to Posy’s blog post)

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This is scene from my novel Creative Process, in which Reese does not consent to intercourse, and that is instantly respected:

Reese hooked a finger under Owen’s chin and pulled him closer. Owen leaned in easily. “Maybe we should just focus on tonight, for now?” Reese suggested. He leaned down and set his drink on the coffee table, then gently lifted Owen’s drink from his fingers and did the same.

“Tonight…” Owen’s words slowed to a stutter. “Sounds like a good—”

Reese wasn’t actually sure who kissed whom first, but their conversation was cut short and their martinis forgotten as their lips locked together. Reese felt Owen’s hands go around his waist and he slid his fingers along both sides of Owen’s jaw. Owen melted into him, and Reese deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue further into Owen’s mouth. He raked his fingers through Owen’s hair before tightening his fingers around the back of Owen’s neck, then lay back and pulled Owen with him.

“God.” Owen breathed around the kiss. They were both hard, Reese could feel Owen’s erection pressing into his thigh, and his own was straining against the fly of his tuxedo pants. But Reese didn’t feel like rushing things, less out of politeness and more because something about the beautiful way Owen was giving himself over inspired Reese to savor, take his time, learn something.

But he wasn’t sure how long Owen was going to stand for that. Owen started slowly working on the buttons of Reese’s shirt one by one. Reese enjoyed the sensation of someone’s fingers on him again, someone wanting him. Owen’s hands went to Reese’s chest, roaming and exploring, sliding over his ribs and across Reese’s nipples. Owen’s hands were strong but gentle, his touch light on Reese’s skin. Teasing. Owen’s mouth went to work as well, and Reese couldn’t stop the sound that escaped him, a soft, low moan that Owen echoed instantly.

Owen was wearing a black T-shirt, which Reese made very quick work of removing. Moments later, Owen’s was tugging at the waistband of Reese’s trousers with his fingers, trying to figure out the clasp there. Reese decided Owen was too wound up for subtlety and he swept Owen’s hands clear and gave him a gentle shove to the side, shifting so Owen was on his back.

“Well, well.” Owen laughed softly.

“You’re in a hurry.” Reese growled. Curious. He’d been going for something more of a purr.

“Want you.”

Reese kissed Owen, then pulled away and whispered, “Don’t fuck on a first date, beautiful.” Reese went to his knees and made very quick work of exposing Owen’s cock and balls.

“Oh. Oh, wow, okay.” Owen had started to pant. “Yeah, that’s cool. This is… oh, God.”

“Good.” That was the last thing Reese said for a while, his mouth otherwise occupied tasting and sampling everything he could.

Owen’s hips lifted and lowered again, his breath sounded thin. “Holy… was that your…? Oh, fuck.” Owen babbled. Reese found it amusing until something seemed to snap in Owen and he shifted into another gear entirely. Owen gasped and tangled his fingers in Reese’s hair. “Please!”

Reese wasn’t one to leave a man wanting. He took Owen into his mouth as deeply as he could manage and set about blowing him in earnest. His head bobbed in Owen’s lap, his fingers teased and tormented Owen’s balls.

“Fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Not stopping, Reese thought, but he couldn’t express that with words so instead he gave Owen’s balls a sharp tug.

Owen’s hips jerked away and then back again and he came, shooting into Reese’s mouth so hard it was all Reese could do to keep up. Breathless, Owen sank back into the couch and Reese licked and nibbled his way up Owen’s chest to kiss his mouth again.

“Jesus. I think I saw stars.”

Reese laughed. “I told you, rave reviews.”

“What was that thing you did with…”

“I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you.”

Owen laughed. “Bastard.”

 

Rainbow Snippets 12/2

Hello again all!

For those of you that don’t know, Rainbow Snippets says it “is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of original fiction. Every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.”

I took a short break because November was hella busy, and also because what I’ve been writing just didn’t feel ready to share yet. But I have more of my m/m/m, which now has a new title, Stable Hill. In this snip, Oscar is at his father’s farmhouse where Russ, the stable manager, lives. Russ has had a thing for Oscar for a long time, but Oscar has been untouchable, having lost his husband three years prior to cancer. That could be (is) changing. 😉 It’s slightly over six sentences, more like nine, but I couldn’t cut anything!

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Russ didn’t move at first, he didn’t dare, but he could only stand like this – this close-  for so long. Finally, he grew impatient and kissed Oscar again. This time Oscar leaned in, cupping his jaw with warm, shaking fingers.

This was the real deal. This was happening. That’s it, he thought. Just relax. Breathe, and let me do this for you. He covered Oscar’s hand with his own, but Oscar whimpered at the touch and froze suddenly, breaking their kiss again.

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Paranormal male ménage: Myths, Moons & Mayhem

Today I am welcoming to my blog, Dale Cameron Lowry, editor of Myths, Moons & Mayhem, an m/m/m paranormal erotica anthology. There are many reasons why I think this concept is fabulous – Dale, for one thing, but also ménage, diversity, some great authors – but I’m going to let them tell you all about it.


 

Thanks, Jodi, for inviting me to your blog to talk about Myths, Moons, and

Mayhem, a collection of paranormal erotica featuring male ménages a trois that I recently edited for the publisher Sexy Little Pages. It came out on Friday and has already gotten some great reviews, including from a couple of my readers who tell me they don’t normally read paranormal fiction. That means a lot to me.

When I put together this anthology, I looked for stories that had strong, interesting characters at their core—men I could root for. The stories also needed an erotic element, but it wasn’t enough to throw in a sex scene or two. The eroticism needed to be essential to the story, both an outgrowth of what the characters had gone through and a prelude to what would happen next.

As a result, the heart of each story in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem is a relationship—erotic, romantic, or both—among three men. Just like there are many ways to be a couple, there are also many ways to explore love and desire within a threesome. The writers of Myths, Moons, and Mayhem excel at showing the different permutations these relationships can take.

In some of the stories, an established couple needs the perspective of a third partner to draw them back together. That’s what happens in Clare London’s “Inside Man,” when a ghost longing for human love finds a way to connect with a struggling young gay couple. Through him, they learn to let go of fear and open themselves to each other.

In other tales, the established couple is doing just fine, both members confident and comfortable in their relationship. That feeling of security enables them to expand the circle of their love, whether that love takes the form of erotic friendship or something deeper. This is a theme that appears in several stories in the collection, including “Squatchin’” by Greg Kosebjorn, about an encounter between a pair of Bigfoot hunters and a gay widower in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest, and my own “The Cave,” about the magic that happens between a French-Malagasy couple and an American on a cave expedition in Madagascar.

Desire can also build in the background, as three characters confront a bigger problem together. That’s what happens in Carl Redlum’s “When the Big Moon Shines.” College student Henry goes hunting for the man who turned him into a werewolf, and he becomes convinced that the gay couple next door knows something he doesn’t. His efforts to ferret out their secret draws him closer to both of them.

When writing paranormal fiction, it can be easy to get caught up in the idea of a world where magic happens. If anything, one of the biggest complaints about the genre is the tendency of some writers to forget about their characters while going on long tangents about the inner workings of secret societies or how, exactly, werewolves manage to shift back and forth from human to wolf.

For me, the stories in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem strike the perfect balance between awe-inspiring magic, compelling relationships, and sexy characters a reader can fall in love with. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do!

 

Giveaway

To celebrate the release of the paranormal gay ménage anthology Myths, Moons & Mayhem,  Dale Cameron Lowry is giving away a bunch of paranormal and ménage ebooks for your reading pleasure. Prizes include:

  • Chance & Possibility: Seven Fantastical Tales of Gay Desire, an eclectic selection of Dale’s previously published paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi stories. Chance & Possibility isn’t available to buy anywhere.
  • Pacific Rimming, a contemporary novelette about a middle-aged gay married couple who fall in love with a younger man while vacationing on Canada’s Vancouver Island
  • Love Unmasked, the story of a gay man who’s unlucky in love because, once in a blue moon, he turns into a raccoon.

Enter to win here. (https://dalecameronlowry.com/mmm-giveaway/)

 

 

Where to buy Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

Universal Ebook Link (for Amazon, Kobo, iTunes, etc): https://books2read.com/mythsmoons
Amazon Paperback link (this will get you to the paperback at your country’s Amazon store): http://getBook.at/mmm

 

About Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

Editor: Dale Cameron Lowry
Authors: Rebecca Buchanan, Elizabeth Coldwell, Rhidian Brenig Jones, Morgan Elektra, Greg Kosebjorn, Clare London, Dale Cameron Lowry, Carl Redlum, Rob Rosen
Publisher: Sexy Little Pages

Myths, moons, and mayhem make the perfect threesome—and so do the men in this anthology.

Enjoy nine erotic stories of paranormal ménages a trois fueled by lust and magic, where mystical forces collide with the everyday world and even monsters have their own demons to conquer.

A werewolf gets a lust-fueled lesson on fitting in with the pack, a professor unlocks ancient secrets and two men’s hearts, and a pair of supernaturals find themselves at the erotic mercy of a remarkable human. Ghosts, fairies, aliens, and mere mortals test the boundaries of their desires, creating magic of their own.

Penned by popular authors such as Rob Rosen and Clare London, as well as by newcomers to the genre, Myths, Moons & Mayhem is an eclectic mix of paranormal lust and polymythic beings that will spark your fantasies and fuel your bonfires.

Read story summaries and excerpts at https://dalecameronlowry.com/books/myths-moons-mayhem/

 

Excerpt from “The Endless Knot” by Morgan Elektra in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

About “The Endless Knot”: Vampire Jackson and werewolf Rafael couldn’t keep their fiery relationship from burning itself to the ground. A human named Beau shows them how to rekindle it to a steady flame.

It’s been a decade since he last saw Rafael St. Pierre, but time has not dulled the other man’s appeal. A few inches shorter than Jackson, though half again as broad, his muscled forearms are bare beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his white cotton button-down. Sunlight has bleached his wavy, honey-brown hair lighter on top, and a heavy beard graces his square jaw.

The beard is new. The smirk is not.

Beau glances over his shoulder, his gaze slipping from Rafael’s rugged features down his broad chest to muscular thighs encased in perfectly broken-in jeans. They’re worn white in several places—knees, thighs, crotch—and hug Rafael’s brawny form.

Watching Beau peruse his ex-lover stirs something hot in Jackson’s gut. He can feel his fangs growing even longer, scoring the inside of his lower lip.

The Wolf lifts one thick brow at Jackson before dropping his gaze to Beau. He rocks back on the heels of his scuffed work boots, mouth ticking up in an alluring smile. “Who’s your friend?”

“Beau.” Beau flutters those coal-and-tinsel lashes and extends his hand for Rafael to kiss. His fingernails, Jackson notices, are painted in silver metallic sparkles.

Rafael takes Beau’s hand in his grip and brings it to his mouth, brushing his lips over Beau’s delicate knuckles. “Rafael St. Pierre.”

A shudder ripples through the human’s slender frame. Jackson twitches, trying not to remember the feel of those calloused hands, that mouth. But it’s impossible. He clenches his fists tight to keep from reaching out, grabbing Rafael’s shoulders and crushing him in a kiss.

His desire for the Wolf twines around his lust for Beau, meshes with it. Drives it higher.

Jackson forces himself back another step, away from the two men and whatever spell they’ve cast on him. Maybe it’s the night, or the sight of Rafael after so long… Whatever it is, Jackson’s heart pounds out a frightening rhythm.

It’s so loud in his ears that he misses whatever, no-doubt charming, words Rafael murmurs to Beau. Rafael’s gaze flicks back to Jackson’s face, and his sparkling eyes narrow. Despite the cocky curl of Rafael’s lips, the specter of hurt and anger haunts the Wolf’s eyes. “Leaving so soon?”

There is a challenge in those words, that look. Rafael always accused Jackson of walking away too easily. Cold, Rafael said. Jackson couldn’t make the hot-blooded Wolf understand that if fighting was all there was, there was nothing left to fight for.

“Don’t go!” Beau lifts his free hand, pressing his palm against Jackson’s chest. He glances between Jackson and Rafael, catching his lower lip between straight, white teeth. “I take it you two know each other?”

Rafael’s thumb caresses the skin of Beau’s inner wrist. “Once upon a time.”

The heavy-lidded look Rafael gives Jackson sends fire raging through his blood. Lust? Anger? That line has always been blurred with Rafael. Jackson stalks forward, pressing Beau between their larger bodies, no longer sure if he means to kiss the Wolf or hit him.

Beau shivers. A tantalizing aroma—sweet and musky—rises in the sultry air. Jackson sees Rafael’s nostrils flare as he too breaths in the intoxicating scent.

Lust. Not a hint of fear or the cloying infatuation of a groupie. Just deep, pure desire.

It’s not the reaction he would have expected from such a fragile human pinned between two obviously irritable supernaturals.

The sharp edge of Jackson’s anger blunts as his focus shifts. The faintest hint of red glows on the upper curves of Beau’s high cheekbones. As Jackson watches, the tip of his tongue sneaks out to lap at his lower lip.

He and Rafael stare down at Beau, watching arousal sweep through him. Beau tugs his hand free of Rafael’s gentle grasp and presses it against the Wolf’s chest. His gaze drifts from where his fingers rest against the white cotton of Rafael’s shirt to his opposite hand, spread against the charcoal fabric of Jackson’s suit jacket.

 

About Morgan Elektra

Morgan Elektra (bymorganelektra.wordpress.com) is the author of A Single Heartbeat, A Kiss in Brimstone, and Big Teeth. She discovered her passion for writing at a young age, penning stories of witches, vampires, and monsters at the dining room table. After years working day jobs and moonlighting as a reviewer for popular horror website Dread Central, Morgan left the comfort of an office to follow her dreams of writing fiction.

 

About Dale Cameron Lowry

Dale Cameron Lowry’s number one goal in life is getting the cat to stop eating dish towels; number two is to write things that bring people joy. Dale is the author of Falling Hard: Stories of Men in Love and a contributor to more than a dozen anthologies. Find out more at dalecameronlowry.com.

Rainbow Snippets 10/7

I’ve added close to 6K to my M/M/M WiP this week, so my snippet is from that one again, Tentatively titled Love for Love.

For those of you that don’t know, Rainbow Snippets says it “is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of original fiction. Every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+.”

This snip is from the first time Oscar (the MC that owns the farm), and Russ, the farm manager with an as-yet-unrequited thing for Oscar, meet the realtor, Jeffrey Stokes.

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Stokes parked his shiny car alongside Oscar’s incredibly not-sexy, seven-year-old minivan, and not far from Russ’s old dusty, rusty, red pickup. As it turned out, the car was second only to the man who got out of it. Jeffrey Stokes was shiny himself; tall, dark-haired, and embarrassingly well dressed. Russ whistled softly and Oscar chuckled.

“Yep,” Oscar said quietly, just for Russ’s ears, and then louder, “Hey there, Mr. Stokes.”

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