Monthly Archives: March 2010

Book launch!

My erotic m/m fantasy novelette Hieros is now on sale here. Have a gander at the cover art. Enjoy the blurb. Feast your eyes on the excerpt. Perhaps, if you desire to do so, pick up a copy.

Hieros – Cover art

The cover art for Hieros is finished, and man, is it awesome. I think so, anyway.

Christine Griffin is the culprit. She did a fantastic job (especially considering how little I gave her in the way of hard specs) and deserves buckets of praise.

Not sure yet when the book itself will be out. In the meantime, a blurb and a short excerpt can be found here.

A couple things

Fishnet Magazine, an online journal of erotica, will be publishing my short F/F piece “In the Stacks”; it was inspired by a job I used to hold in the UPenn library (though it is sadly not autobiographical); it’s also one of the earlier bits of original erotica that I wrote, as well as the only original thing I’ve sold to date that has no speculative element to speak of.

I’m not sure yet when the story will be up but I’ll obviously post a link here when it is.

And in other good news, the National Leather Association has made Like a Thorn a finalist for its Samois Anthology Award. Many thanks to them and hearty congrats to all the nominees.

Another sale

My M/M werewolf novelette In the Pale Moonlight to Liquid Silver Books, release date to be determined. I’ve had this thing sitting around for a while waiting for the right place to lay its head, so I’m glad that place seems to have produced itself.

Also, the editing is done on Hieros and as far as I know we’re just waiting on the cover art. It will hopefully be released soon.

New sale

My paranormal F/F short piece, “Truth & Dare” (formerly “Mind’s Eye”) to Ravenous Romance, who are looking to expand their lesbian fiction line. Another odd little thing that I’m happy has found a home.

Stay tuned for updates.

Free story: And the Wanderings of Water

Today I present a short story that I wrote a good while ago, an artifact from a place in my life now long behind me but still present in a lot of ways. For two years, I lived near the Wissahickon Creek in Philadelphia; I knew it was long

Image by Vincent J. Brownbreath

beloved by poets, artists, and writers, going back to the earliest days of the city, and the more time I spent close to it, the more I came to see why.

The Wissahickon makes you want to try to capture something of it. I tried to do that here, and it became a setting for a theme that seems to be recurring in a lot of my work: two very different people meet each other and the experience is transformative in some respect. It’s also a ghost story, and a story about murder and despair, but mostly I think it’s about the way time bends in beautiful places, and the way they have of hanging on to you.

And the Wanderings of Water

They met by the creek. They kissed by the creek. One hot and sticky day in July, they made love by the creek, out there in the shameless open on a mossy rock with her skirt hitched up around her thighs and his breath panting into the crook of her neck. And when the night fell they lay by the creek, smudged with dirt, leaves in their hair, and he held her hand and talked about their future, about what would come after the summer. She was afraid of being seen but he shushed her and no one came, and no one saw them but the mourning doves and the grackles and the squirrels that crouched in the branches overhead and watched them with black raindrop eyes.

All these things happened. Lying there under the stars and feeling the fluttering rush of her heart, like a hummingbird beating its tiny wings against the inside of her ribcage, she was sure the summer would never end. But it did.

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