Rainbow Snippets – 01.02.20

 

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Rainbow Snippet – 06.10.19

 

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Rainbow Snippets – 27.07.19

 

This week’s snippet comes from The Arrangement, which is now out with the editor so it won’t be long now!
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Rainbow Snippets – 20.07.19

 

This week’s snippet comes from The Arrangement, coming next month. I’m super excited about this one, as I’m dipping my toe back in the Homestead universe, albeit far from Nebraska for this standalone.
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Rainbow Snippets – 02.03.19

 

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Rainbow Snippets – 23.02.19

 

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Rainbow Snippets – 17.02.19

 

If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet (or there abouts) from a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.

This week… a little something from the penultimate Alphas’ Homestead story, featuring a grown up Tad and lots of changes to our found family. A little longer than six sentences but I love this snippet too much chop it off too soon.

 

“You need a hand with that?” Thaddeus hated how he sounded so nervous. He realized too late that he probably looked it as well, with his hands pressed deep into his pockets and his shoulders slumped forward. It was too much to ask that his nerves might dissipate after spending the night in Samuel’s arms, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

When he had roused himself in the morning to find Samuel already awake and watching him sleep, a sense of peace had come over him, one he’d never experienced in his life. Suddenly many things made sense to him that hadn’t before. The way his fathers looked at each other sometimes, and the way their mutual affection had never wavered. That soft innocent smile that seemed so out of place on Seth’s face when he looked at Malcolm. Perhaps it had struck Thaddeus so profoundly because he had never felt an attraction to anyone else before, even in passing. But whatever the reason, he’d known in that moment it would be impossible to give up.”

 

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Rainbow Snippets – 07.10.18

Home is where you are – The Alphas’ Homestead Book 1 – Novel 65k

If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet (or there abouts) of a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.

This week…well, today I wrote “THE END” on the last of the Alphas’ Homestead books. Three years and six books in all and now it’s all over bar the shouting—or rather the editing. So, I figured a little something from the story that started it all. It’s kinda weird actually, reading about Caleb and Jacob here, how young they seem to me now after everything I’ve written about them since. I’ll miss them.

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His dark hair was matted down on one side of his head, stiff with dried blood, and that side of his face was still struggling to arrange itself. The skin looked furiously hot, drawing Caleb’s attention more than the cloudy blue film over his unseeing eyes.
Caleb cleared his throat. “You have a name?”
“Jacob. Jacob Carpenter.” The deep timbre of Jacob’s voice made Caleb’s head swim. He breathed out hard and had to lay a hand on the wall to steady himself. “Is it bad? I figure it’s bad as I still can’t see nothin’.”
Caleb shook his head, and then realized the futility of the gesture. “I’ve seen worse. You should be fixed right up by the end of the week.”
Jacob nodded. “I feel cold. It’s the damnedest thing.”
Caleb closed his eyes for a second, steeling himself to have to touch the man, and then bent down, pulling the soiled blankets aside, and wrapped Jacob back up.
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Be My Valentine – Caleb and Thaddeus

A family moment from The Alphas’ Homestead series – 1.5K words

Caleb didn’t notice anything was amiss when he entered the cabin. He was too fixed on stripping off the heavy coat that had been keeping the icy wind from freezing his bones. The homey smell of venison stew and dumplings meant he couldn’t get the thing off quick enough as he growled under his breath about how he wished spring would hurry. They hadn’t had snow in a couple of weeks but the temperature was so low everything was frozen and covered in a layer of ice. Including himself.

When he was finally free of the coat and it was hung up to dry, only then did Caleb realize that things weren’t as normal as he’d first perceived. The children were all sat around the table as Jacob served each with a bowl of stew, but Ephraim had his fist pressed against his mouth, trying not to laugh, while Martha glared at him. Thaddeus was sat stock still, not his usual squirming self. Even Jacob smiled slyly at him as he walked past to fetch their dishes from the kitchen.

Caleb didn’t say anything. He narrowed his eyes at his mate but that just made Jacob smile even wider and shrug his shoulders. It was only when Caleb walked around to his chair at the far end of the table that he saw what all the fuss was about.

Lowering himself down to sit, the chair creaking under the sudden and considerable weight, he adjusted the cutlery laid out before him and tilted his head at the white envelope leaning up against his cup of water. “Well,” he said and cleared his throat, “what do we have here?”

The deadly silence filling the cabin was only marred by the sound of the wind outside and Ephraim trying to chuckle without being heard, which ended when Martha kicked him under the table. Ephraim covered his pain with a cough, then said with surprising conviction, “It arrived for you today, Papa. Just showed up on your desk.”

Caleb shot him a look of gratitude and sighed dramatically. “Whoever delivered it must have been awful stealthy to get in the house without any of us noticing.” He picked up the envelope and turned it around in his hands. It was small and somewhat creased at the edges like someone had held it a little too tightly. And on the front, in red Franklin crayon, was scrawled the word, Papa.

Jacob appeared at Caleb’s shoulder, waiting until Caleb raised his arms before sliding a plate of food in front of him and then taking his place at the opposite end of the table. “I was a bit concerned about that myself.” He sounded casual but there was a hint of humor in his voice that made Caleb want to smile. Jacob picked up his spoon and leaned over the table to cut up the dumpling on Thaddeus’s plate. “But then Tad and I talked it over and we figured they wouldn’t try it twice. Isn’t that right, Tad?”

Thaddeus was a statue and, with all eyes suddenly on him, could only manage a single nod, doing everything he could to not look in Caleb’s direction. Caleb couldn’t ever think of a time when Thaddeus had been so still. Even in his sleep the pup kicked and fussed and wriggled, as the bruises on Jacob and himself could attest. Everyone else seemed to be finding Thaddeus’s sudden quiet amusing, but it made Caleb want to gather the boy up and never let go.

Figuring that it would be better for everyone to put the little one out of his misery, Caleb sighed and used his butter knife to rip open the envelope. “Well, best see who it’s from.”

The card was fancy. There was lace around the edge and what looked like real feathers, dyed into bright colors stuck onto it too. And in the center, a picture of a full-cheeked Cupid, with a cascade of blonde locks holding up a banner adorned with writing.

Caleb cleared his throat. “I adore you. Be my Valentine.”

Ephraim couldn’t keep the laugh contained any longer but he did his best to disguise it as a coughing fit. Jacob played along, slapping him heartily on the back but that didn’t stop Thaddeus from quietly slipping from his seat and sidling up to Jacob’s chair.

Jacob scooped the boy up, letting him seek solace against his chest and holding him tightly. “What a nice inscription. Who is it from?” He sounded sincere but when Caleb glanced up at him, Jacob’s eyes were worried.

Caleb turned the card over. What he found was familiar. Jacob’s carefully penciled print with Thaddeus’s haphazard lines trying to trace over the top in the same red crayon. The one that Thaddeus only used on very special occasions.

“From a secret admirer.” Caleb felt a knot form in his throat and had to swallow hard to push it away. “It seems my Valentine wants to remain anonymous.”

The room was very still for a minute. Caleb couldn’t tear his eyes away from the words. Thaddeus’s attention span was like a grasshopper, pinging from one thing to the next without warning, but it was clear that he had sat and worked very hard to follow Jacob’s instruction and write out the words himself. But the small boy seemed mortified, curled into Jacob’s embrace, his breath shuddering and verging on tears.

That was until Martha said, matter-of-factly, “I bet it’s from Mrs. Leyland,” before taking a slurp of stew from her spoon.

Ephraim barked out a laugh. “Not on your life. I think there more chance it’s from Reverend Peter!”

Martha shook her head. “Are you simple? No, Mrs. Leyland, for sure.”

The bickering had the desired effect and Thaddeus gradually unfurled his grip on Jacob’s shirt, watching the exchange continue with wide eyes and an ever-widening smile as he figured that maybe he hadn’t been found out after all. That was until Caleb tilted his head and mused quietly, “What about Jack Carter?”

Jacob’s mouth dropped open and he raised his eyebrows. “The architect?”

Caleb shrugged and carefully propped the card back against his mug. “I don’t see why not. He certainly seemed very friendly.”

With that, Thaddeus growled and scrambled down from Jacob’s lap, pounded around the table and launched himself against Caleb’s side. Caleb smiled and hoisted the boy up, saying, “Well, whoever my Valentine is, I think they have excellent taste in cards.”

Thaddeus knelt in Caleb’s lap and grasped Caleb’s face with both hands. Thaddeus pushed his face close and whispered, “You like the van’tine, Papa?”

Caleb whispered back, “I think it’s beautiful, Thaddeus.” He kissed the beaming boy on the cheek, and then slapped him gently on the behind. “But I think we should sit in our own chairs and eat our dinner before it gets cold.”

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“So. The architect, huh?”

It had taken a while to settle Thaddeus down, but Jacob descended the stairs with a smile on his face, and a tease in his not-so-serious question. Caleb shrugged and replaced the Valentine in its spot on the mantel. He turned and leaned his shoulders against the beam, crossing his feet at the ankle. “Are you denying that the man was handsome?”

Jacob laughed. “Definitely not. It’s just that I met his delicate wife and can say with certainty that you’re not his type.”

Caleb shrugged again, then pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Was that your idea?”

Jacob shook his head and slumped down into the rocking chair. “Nope. That was all Tad. Ephraim bought a card with his allowance, and once I explained what they were for, of course, he had to get you one.”

Caleb frowned. “And who was Ephraim buying a Valentine for?”

“He didn’t say. And no, I didn’t ask. I figure he’ll tell us when he’s ready.”

Caleb pushed himself away from the fire, taking the scant few steps to Jacob slowly, then lowered himself to settle between Jacob’s feet. “Is—Is this something we should do now? Give cards and favors? Because it didn’t even cross my mind. I’m sorry.”

Jacob smiled, languidly reaching his hand out to scratch his fingers through Caleb’s graying beard. “You have my heart every day, Mr. Fletcher. If I need a card to tell you that, then I’m doing something wrong.”

Caleb raised himself up, and leaned forward, laying his body against Jacob’s until their lips met. “I adore you,” Caleb whispered, then kissed his mate, relishing the feeling of their bodies stirring against each other even after all those years.

Jacob smiled against Caleb’s lips. “In that case, I think you should take me to bed and show me just how much.”

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Rainbow Snippets – 14. 01. 18

I missed last week because…well , I forgot. But this week…a little bit of what I’m working on. Home in your Heart, Martha’s story in the Alphas’ Homestead series, coming soon! Keep your eyes peeled for release info in the next few weeks.

If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet of a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.

“Caleb didn’t see her but suddenly Ephraim bolted forward, sprinting across the lot, his hat flying off and landing in the dust. As he did so, Martha came running down the steps, jumping down the last few and ran holding up her skirts until she collapsed into Ephraim’s arms.
Caleb smiled and had to put a hand to his chest to stop his heart from bursting out. They always did this. Didn’t matter that Ephraim was a grown man or that Martha was a fine woman, dressed in a fancy lilac satin dress with frills and flowers on her hat. Ephraim ran his hands over Martha’s arms as she touched his stubbled face, still acting like the two orphan children who were each other’s whole world.”

Rainbow Snippets – 27.08.17

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This is just a quickie to say WHOOHOO!

If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet of a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.

This week’s snippet is from Longing for Shelter OUT NOW…well, on Payhip anyway. Amazon and B&N coming soon.
In which Ephraim and Seth have a heart-to-heart as only two teenage boys can.

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“What about you? You sure talk like you’ve made someone’s bed bang the wall.”
“Not a bed.” Seth grimaced, especially when he saw Ephraim’s scandalized expression and felt the heat rising in his own cheeks. “I mean, I’ve had kisses and more than kisses, much more but—I haven’t—I mean I haven’t done—that. Other stuff. Just not…”
To his surprise, Ephraim simply nodded and said, “Good,” and added quietly, “Means you have something to offer your mate. When you find him.”
Seth nodded shyly, but then looked up, his head tilted. “What makes you think my mate would be a man?”
Ephraim laughed. “You’re not as subtle as you think, city boy.”

One Year Anniversary – Home Is Where You Are

5stars Today marks a year since my first novel was published. 5stars

It took a lot of encouragement from a lot of people to get me to push that publish button. I’ll be ever grateful to them and all the people who have supported me since.
To mark the occasion I’m giving away Home Is Where You Are on Instafreebie for the day.
You don’t have to sign up to anything, I just hope you enjoy the read. I’ll close the giveaway tonight before I go to bed. Enjoy!

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Autism Awareness Month 2017 – RJ Scott’s Blog Hop

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When I saw RJ had picked the theme of animals for this year’s Autism blog hop, my first thought was actually feeling a little sorry for you guys. Coz I when I hear animals, I think dogs. Because dogs are one of my special interests* Which means I figured I would end up blathering on about dogs to you for ages…and ages and ages and ages.

So in an effort not to bore y’all to death and for this blog post to not go on forever I was trying to think about how I could narrow it down. Which isn’t easy. But then I was thinking about when I went for a diagnostic meeting with a specialist about my ASD and I mentioned I had a dog and the doctor seemed almost relieved and very enthusiastic about it. I was telling her how I found it much easier to relate to dogs than people and she told me that wasn’t uncommon amongst people on the spectrum.

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Love Bytes Book of the Year Poll

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Holy Moly! Home Is Where You Are made it through to the 2016 Book of the Year Poll on Love Bytes Reviews. Which is amazing!

It was properly gobsmacking to make it through the weekly and monthly rounds, so to see Caleb and Jacob’s story up with all those other fantastic books at the end of the year is kinda crazy.

Obviously, if you would like to vote, that would be lovely. You can click Here, but mostly, I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you to everyone who has bought, read and reviewed any of my books in 2016, thank you to everyone at Love Bytes who have been so supportive of my new venture, and thank you to everyone who voted for Home last year.

You guys are the best.

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Rainbow Snippets – 17.09.16

Haven’t done one of these in a while.

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“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you and Pa.” Ephraim didn’t meet his eyes, instead picked at a loose thread on the pillowcase.
Caleb took hold of the boy’s chin and raised it up, making him face him. “You could never be an embarrassment to me or Jacob, Ephraim. I’m so very proud of the way you stood up for Mal. And for Tad too.”
Ephraim grimaced. “Oh Lord, I did, didn’t I? Your Pa must think I’m an idiot.”
Caleb smirked and planted a kiss on Ephraim’s temple.

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I’m in the process of setting up an area on the website with exclusive content for newsletter subscribers and swag recipients about The Alphas’ Homestead series – character profiles, pictures, maps…actually that’s all I’ve come up with so far.

Anyone have any suggestions as to things you might like to see/discover/know about the story? I aim to please x

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The giveaway is now closed. And the winner is…

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Congrats to Gayle and thank you to everyone that took part : ) x

I’m doing a giveaway as part of Victoria Sue’s Release Party on Facebook for her new book, The Beginning. I’ll be online there between 9-9.30 pm BST tonight chatting about werewolves and stuff, and answering questions about Home Is Where You Are and The Alphas’ Homestead series, so come and say Hi!

To celebrate me finally managing to get actual printed books made, I’ll be giving away a paperback copy of Home Is Where You Are. I suppose I can even sign it for the winner…if you want. I’ll also throw in some other bits and pieces of swag too.

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All you have to do to enter is leave me a comment on this post.

That’s it.

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Then tomorrow (I’ll give it 24 hours so 9pm BST Friday), I’ll use a random number generator to pick a winner, and announce it…everywhere.

While you wait, you could always sign up to the newsletter with the widget at the bottom of the page. That way you can take part in more giveaways, get exclusive news and offers.

Or you could check out the Home Is Where You Are page for buy links, info, reviews and whatnot.

Or take a look at some of the things in the menu, like blurbs for future books or free stories.

Or, of course, you could drop by the release party to ask a question...or if you miss it, there’s a facility on Goodreads where you can do that any time : ) x

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Paperbacks…finally!

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It’s taken me far longer than it should have, but I finally managed to navigate Createspace and get the paperback edition of Home Is Where You Are up on Amazon. Fingers crossed, the edition looks okay –– although the cover turned out a little darker than shown online –– but if there are any issues you know where I am x

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Rainbow Snippets – 18.06.16

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Blummin’ ‘eck, Rainbow Snippet time already! If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet of a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.

This week, a few lines from the first draft of Returning Home, the follow up to Home Is Where You Are. The boys are getting ready for dinner.

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Caleb sighed and rubbed at his beard. “Is it ridiculous that I’m worrying I’ve forgotten which fork to use? I remember there being more than one but not for what purpose.”

Jacob balled up his shirt and threw it on the bed. He stepped forward and took hold of Caleb’s hand. Placing it flat on his bare, taut stomach, Jacob guided Caleb’s touch up the trail of pale hair that ran from his crotch to his broad chest, then up to his neck. As Caleb wrapped his fingers around Jacob’s throat, licking his lips and shuddering out a breath as he did so, Jacob asked, “You were saying something about forks?”

Caleb shook his head and sighed. “It doesn’t matter.” He tightened his grip and pulled Jacob up to kiss him. “I’ll just eat with my fingers.”

Rainbow Snippets – 20.02.16

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Where does the time go! Snippets are here again. Find all of them on the Facebook page. I’m cheating a bit today, a little more than six sentences, but I didn’t want to slice up this exchange. From the current WIP x

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“Thank you.”

Caleb shrugged and pulled his hat on. Jacob was having none of it though. “I mean it. Thank you for letting me stay. You know you don’t have to.”

Caleb paused as he stepped down into the street, his boots crunching on the frozen mud. “There’s some bad weather coming. Turning you out in it wouldn’t do either of us any good. I’d only worry that you’d be back…stealing my chickens.”

Jacob cracked a smile. “I would never steal chickens from you. Your horse, sure, but never chickens.”

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