The fabulous Christine Griffin has finished her cover for In the Pale Moonlight, and it is also appropriately fabulous, in my opinion:
The book itself is still being polished, but hopefully will be released soon. Stay tuned for further news.
My erotic supernatural lesbian short Truth & Dare is now on sale here.
Truth & Dare started life as an attempt on my part to write sexual mind control, which is not really a Thing of mine but which I find kind of interesting in terms of the power dynamic it sets up. Like a lot of what I write, I’m not really sure where the rest of it came from, but I do know that I’m just as attracted to the idea of emotional erotic domination as I am to the physical kind, and that features here pretty strongly. Also the idea of domination and submission as fundamentally both enlightening and liberating, which is a theme I return to now and then.
Daena is actually a figure in Zoroastrian mythology, representing insight and revelation; she meets you after your death and evaluates the worthiness of your soul. It’s mostly the name that’s borrowed here, though this can also be read as the figure herself being present. She does have powers, after all.
Generally SFW excerpt under the cut.
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.
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.
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.
Taste Test: Scared Stiff is now on sale at Torquere Books, featuring “Summer in Canaan” by me, as well as two other stories that I’m sure are awesome, though I haven’t managed to sit my ass down and read them yet.
Three works of supernatural hotness, just in time for Halloween. Go pick it up!