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February 22, 2023
We have the cover reveal for J. Scott Coatsworth’s upcomi...
Raven’s a thief who just swallowed a dragon. A small one, sure, but now his arms are growing scales, the local wildlife is acting up, and his snarky AI familiar is no help whatsoever.
Raven’s best friend Aik is a guardsman carrying a torch for the thief. A pickpocket and a guard? Never going to happen. And Aik’s ex-fiancé Silya, an initiate priestess in the midst of a magical crisis, hates Raven with the heat of a thousand suns.
This unlikely team must work together to face strange beasts, alien artifacts, and a world-altering threat. If they don’t figure out what to do soon, it might just be the end of everything.
Things are about to get messy.
About the Series:
The Tharassas Cycle is a four book sci-fantasy series set on the recently colonized world of Tharassas. When humans first arrived on planet, they thought they were alone until the hencha mind made itself known. But now a new threat has arisen to challenge both humankind and their new allies on this alien world.
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Excerpt
Spin’s voice echoed in his ear. “This is a bad idea, boss.”
“Shush,” Raven whispered to his familiar.
He needed to concentrate. Cheek and jowl against the smooth cobblestones, he held his breath and prayed to the gods that no one had seen him duck under the sea master’s ornate carriage. The setting sun cast long shadows from a pair of boots so close to his face that the dust and leather made him want to sneeze. Their owner was deep in conversation with the sea master, the hem of her fine mur silk trousers barely visible. The two women’s voices were hushed, and he could only make out the occasional word.
Raven rubbed the old burn scar on his cheek absently, wishing they would go away.
“Seriously, boss. I’m not from this world, and even I know it’s a bad idea to steal from the sea master.”
Though only he could hear Spin’s voice, Raven wished the little silver ay-eye would just shut up.
The hencha cloth-wrapped package in the carriage above was calling to him. He’d wanted it since he’d first seen it through the open door. No, needed it. Like he needed air, even though he had no idea what was inside. He scratched the back of his hand hard to distract himself from its disturbing pull.
An inthym popped its head out of the sewer grate in front of him, sniffing the air. Raven glared at the little white rodent, willing it to go away. Instead, the cursed thing nibbled at his nose.
Raven sneezed, then covered his mouth. He held his breath, staring at the boots. Don’t let them hear me.
A shiny silver feeler poked out of his shirt pocket, emitting a golden glow that illuminated the cobblestones underneath him. “Boss, you all right?” Spin’s whisper had that sarcastic edge he often used when he was annoyed. “Your heart rate is elevated.”
“Be. Quiet.” Raven gritted his teeth. Spin had the worst sense of timing.
The woman — one of the guard, maybe? — and the sea master stepped away, their voices fading into the distance.
Raven said a quick prayer of thanks to Jor’Oss, the goddess of wild luck, and flicked the inthym back into the sewer. “Shoo!”
He popped his head out from under the carriage to take a quick look around. There was no one between him and the squat gray Sea Guild headquarters. It was time. Grab it and go.
He reached into the luxurious carriage — a host of mur beetles must have spent years spinning all the red silk that lined the interior — and snagged the package. He hoped it was the treasury payment for the week. If so, it should hold enough coin to feed an orphanage for a month, and he knew just the one. “Got it.”
“Good. Now get us out of here.”
A strange tingling surged through his hand. Raven frowned.
Must have pinched a nerve or something.
Ignoring it, he stuck the package under his arm, slipped around the carriage, and set off down Gullton’s main thoroughfare. He walked as casually as he could, hoping no one would notice the missing package until he was long gone.
“We clear?”
Spin’s feeler blinked red. “No. Run! They’ve seen you.”
Raven ran.
Author Bio
Scott lives with his husband Mark in a yellow bungalow in Sacramento. He was indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine. He devoured her library, but as he grew up, he wondered where all the people like him were.
He decided that if there weren’t queer characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.
A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi, QueeRomance Ink, and Other Worlds Ink with Mark, sites that celebrate fiction reflecting queer reality, and is the committee chair for the Indie Authors Committee at the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA).
Author Liminal Fiction (LimFic.com)
February 18, 2023
Nicole Dennis has a new MM fantasy paranormal romance out...
A Realm falls to the darkness.
An outcast because of his mixed heritage, Braedyn of the Dark, Captain of the Royal Shields and protector of the Prince of the Southern Woodland Realm, maintains his position through sheer grit and skill. Connected to a hawk familiar, Cerin, his magic is a mixture of Arcane and wielding. At the High King’s orders, he remains by his Prince’s side through a treacherous journey through the Lands to discover answers and a new home.
Losing his Realm, his parents, and his position in one-night, High Prince Conchobar Ó Díomasaigh is completely out of his familiarity. Running for his life, relying only on his protector and Captain, he digs deep to survive their trials, the growing darkness, and go wherever they must to save their Realm. At the same time, he sees his Captain in a different light and the deepening connection between them
Strange adventures. New allies. Growing connections. Can they survive this wild journey to save the elves, the Realm, and their lives?
About the Series:
Magic passed through ancient bloodlines for generations. A powerful family gifted with a blend of Elf, Fae, and Human magic, the McShaynes watched over the balance of nature. While the Otherkin receded from any mortal connection, the McShaynes refuse to leave their ancestral lands. Until the humans turn against magic.
Four McShayne sons spread across the Lands. Each one fears he is the last. They fight to survive the harsh atmosphere, maintain their bloodline gifts, and discover love and the true meaning of family.
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Excerpt
Streaks of fire raced through the sky.
The ground rumbled beneath his feet.
A half-breed elf crouched against the nearest wall to wait out the current round of bombardment.
While the multi-layered and intricate braids denoted all the years of study, training, and practice to gain the skills of an archer, a scout, a tracker, and a soldier, the color of his hair and skin discredited his position. Among the elves of the Southern Woodland Realm, Braedyn of the Dark was an anomaly, a half-breed, and, according to some, not wanted. With every single step or skill he accomplished, he pushed himself even further and harder than everyone around him. Not even the three platinum charms decorating a raven black braid that denoted his position as Captain of the Royal Shields for the High Prince of the Court gained him any support. No matter what anyone said or thought, he continued to perform his duties, going above and beyond to protect his prince and the Realm.
Tonight the elves faced their gravest threat.
Though he should remain behind to protect the Prince, Braedyn followed his King’s orders to moved toward the front lines. His prince understood and allowed him to leave his side to perform his duties and learn what he could. If possible, he would help the defenders. Stepping away, he continued his journey to the barrier walls.
“To the sky!” a look-out shouted to alert everyone.
Ducking under a roof’s edge, Braedyn pressed against the stone and wood while staring at the darkened sky. It was lit by the fires that spread around their beloved Southern Nialam Forest and within the double-walled city. Another series of sharp-tipped arrows flickered while they pierced the night sky.
Screams spread through the darkness. Defenders hit by the arrows. Slain by this unknown enemy.
Braedyn tried to block out the sounds, but he couldn’t.
The invasive attack of the unnatural creatures came out of nowhere and surrounded the double-walled city. Only the small section of sacred western wall against the lowland mountain where the ancestors created the necropolis, the pathway to the Endless Realm, was naturally protected. There was little to no advance warning of these creatures plowing through the forest.
There was a flurry of misguided and scattered action around him from frightened defenders. They never faced this kind of enemy. None of their usual tactics and weapons seem to destroy their enemy, not even push them back. As if the creatures were immune from their natural magic and simple weapons.
A group of young guards fled.
Braedyn waved around his sacred bow, a rare gift of the twin Heartstone Trees. The twisted black and white wooden bow was gifted to the highest skilled archers and personally selected by the Trees. Holding out the bow, he moved it to catch their attention and stop them from fleeing. “Stop! What are you doing? Fleeing from your sworn duty to protect this court, this Realm. Shame upon all of you.”
At the twisted light and dark colored bow, brilliant against the darkness, the young guards slid to a stop.
“A Heartstone bow,” one guard whispered.
“A high archer…”
“Him. It’s him. The half-breed Captain.”
Braedyn ignored the whispers.
“Do you know that one nick of an arrow and you drop dead? Those creatures don’t die. They keep coming out of the forest and night,” one young guard said. “This is why we flee. There is nothing we can do. We must leave the court.”
“All the generals are dead or out of commission. Somehow the enemy knew to find them within the darkness. The outer walls are lost. The southern corner is about to crumble. Some of those creatures are cave trolls or ogres, but it’s like they’re twisted into something else, something far worse. They’re huge. Nothing kills them,” another guard said.
Braedyn looked around at what he could by the walls. He let the words and situation soak into him and roll around. No, they wouldn’t give in and flee. Not this time. Not this battle.
“Sons of the Realm. Listen to me.” He spun the bow and tapped the metal end on the ground. He pointed to the guard who spoke first. “What is your name?”
“Geraint Fenkrana, Guard Commander.
“Commander Geraint, I have a new position for all of you,” Braedyn said. “Focus upon me.”
The group turned to face him with Geraint stepping forward. Their faces bright against the darkness with swatches of dirt and soot. The lightness of their hair, skin, and eyes were a contrast against him, but they didn’t look upon him with hatred or disgust. Not any longer because he continued to stand against the fearsome enemy that threatened their home and lives. They desired leadership and he fulfilled it.
Author Bio
Dreamy…Sensual…Forever Love
A quiet one, Nicole Dennis is the penname of an asexual author of different genres of fiction – both LGBT+ and hetero. Lots of characters, worlds, and stories build up in her head until she must get them down on the screen – anything from romance to fantasy to paranormal.
During the day, she works in a quiet office in Central Florida, where she makes her home, and enjoys the down time to slip into her imagination. She is owned by a new feline companion – a house panther, affectionately known as Brat Cat.
January 17, 2023
Resting Scrooge Face – Book Review
Resting Scrooge Face by Meghan Quinn
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
A quick fun read. Perfect to bring a smile to your face. The characters are likable and well-developed despite the shortness of the story and I loved the idea of the not-so-accidental exchange of anonymous letters between them. As a bonus that bickering at the end between her grandma and Arden was awesome.
January 1, 2023
The Inheritance Games- Review
The Inheritance Games by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I haven’t read a whole book in one day in many years. To be fair, I had already started this book a few days prior but I did read the bulk of it on New Year’s Eve. I even stayed up past midnight to finish it. I just couldn’t put it down and thankfully I had the time to read it.
What an amazing story. The characters are extraordinarily well developed and there are so many layers to the plot/mystery that I’m left thinking of Kate Morton’s “Distant Hours” ( a book I absolutely loved). Even though this is a contemporary story, it has a definite gothic feel to it, reminiscent of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights.
Even at the end, as the mystery comes to a conclusion (or does it?), we discover another layer underneath it. Every time I thought I had the mystery solved, I didn’t really. Yes, there were a couple things I was able to kind of figure out (I’m a puzzle lover) but there was always something new about it, something I didn’t expect. I’m heading to the bookstore to purchase the sequel today.
Kudos Ms. Barnes.
December 26, 2022
Ash Princess- Review
Ash Princess by Laura Sebastian
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I wish I could give this book more than five stars. Laura Sebastian is by far one of my new favorite authors. After reading her “Castles in Their Bones” I needed more. Darker than most romantasy I read and so good. I finished the book last night and I already went to the bookstore to buy the sequels. Cannot praise this enough.
I love the characters and the fact than other than the king himself none of them are monochromatic in terms of personality. Even the evil ones have shades, redemptive qualities. And the “good” ones just like the main character, Theo, also have streaks of wickedness.
There is a definite feminist tang to the whole story as the plot questions the morality of war and the fight for survival. Is killing acceptable for a good cause? Is it okay to sacrifice one for the safety or many?
Love it! Highly recommend it.
December 1, 2022
Song of Blood and Stone – Review
Song of Blood & Stone by L. Penelope
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Great book. The world building was fantastic and there was not one info dump in sight. Bravo. Great characters, great suspense (especially toward the end when I really believed all was lost), great magic system, and I loved the folktales included at the beginning of every chapter even if some were a bit nonsensical; they gave the story such a real feel.
My only pet peeve with the story was that the sex scenes felt a bit awkward which took away from the romance (which by the way was great. What a great love story. Swoon) and the heat of the moment. Otherwise I have nothing but great things to say about this book.
I will be reading more from this author.
October 24, 2022
Fate or Something Like It
Have you ever wondered whether fate is a real thing? I was never much of a believer, choosing to follow the school of thought that says we design our own fate.
That said, there are things that reek of fate or something like it. Take the fact that I write (among many other things as you, my one faithful follower know well) gay romance. For a long time I was convinced Lavender Fields had been my first foray into the sub-genre. I pontificated on how I wrote it in part to give my son representation in the romance genre. And then it hit me: no, that wasn’t it! I had done it before.
Okay, so maybe Lavender Fields is my first published gay romance, but the truth is I had written others way before I even thought of having children. In truth, my very first gay romance was inspired by Duran Duran, believe it or not. For those who are not as old as me, Duran Duran was a very popular boy band in the 80s.
Sidenote: have you noticed how the pretty boys bands of the 80s look a lot like the pretty boys K-Pop bands of today? Just an observation.
I had been gifted by my dad with a trip to Belgium after I graduated from college. The whole family went (no, we couldn’t afford it. My dad was an airline worker so we got free tickets and a friend of his let us stay at his apartment and use his car in Brussels) and it was the trip of a lifetime. The art, the medieval towns, the flowers, the waffles (gauffres) and the Godiva chocolate will always shine in my memory bank. But one of the ah-ah moments I got on that trip was when one day, I was walking around La Grand-Place in Brussels and I spotted a couple just a few steps ahead of me, holding hands and stealing kisses from each other. No big deal. Common fare in Europe even back then. However, this couple was a gay couple. Two men in love and not afraid to show it in public.
I hadn’t thought much about homosexuality until that moment, other than getting upset over comments made about our suburban town mailman who was very open about his sexuality (how brave was that at a time when prejudice against homosexuals ran wild?). But that moment made me wonder what would it be like if the world could accept love for what it is. Simple, plain love. After all isn’t love the most amazing, most powerful feeling in the world? Then why try to stick it into small, limiting boxes? Why can’t we just let love be love?
Anyway, I got inspired by that moment and wrote a love story between two men who looked a lot like the guys from Duran Duran. Don’t judge me. It was the eighties and I wasn’t fully immune to its vibes. I never finished it and God only knows where the notebook I wrote it on is right now. Hopefully lost forever because the writing was horrendous, lol.
A few years later, I wrote another one. This time inspired by the song “Sail Away” by the Styx, a band I was totally enamored with at the time. I can’t explain it why I did it or what made me even think about it, but I wrote a gay romance between two of the then band members (I won’t mention which ones). Now that I think about it, I was apparently writing fanfic way before it became a thing.
If I still have your attention after all this rambling, I will now go back to the original idea: fate or something like it. I don’t know what made me write gay stories, but I like to think it was the Universe (fate–whatever) steering me into the kind of writer (and person) I became later.
I have a gay son and I write gay characters in my stories. I don’t exclusively write about MM romance though. That would be like reneging on my belief that love is love no matter who the parties involved are. So I write romance. Period. Sometimes the couple are from opposite sexes, sometimes not. I write what fate has honed me into writing: stories about the magic and beauty of love.
P.S.- Seriously, haven’t you noticed the resemblance between those pretty K-Pop boys and the bands of the 80s? No? It’s just me???
Check out one of Duran Duran’s hits. Great outfits. Click here
October 20, 2022
Fangirl, Vol 1 & 2: The Manga
Fangirl, Vol. 2: The Manga by Sam Maggs
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I loved the novel and I equally loved this graphic adaptation (the first two books). The illustrator captured the mood and feelings of the characters perfectly, which allowed me to go over the whole rollercoaster of emotions again.
Perfect. Except for the fact I have to wait until next year for the next book 
September 30, 2022
In Light’s Shadow – Blog Tour
Warren Rochelle has a new MM alternate history fantasy out: In Light’s Shadow.Gavin Booker, a school librarian, leads an orderly, normal life. Work, jogging, friends from work, his son every other weekend. Gavin is also a secret. He is a hybrid, or part-fairy, and in the Columbian Empire, hybrids are under an automatic death sentence. Magic is illegal. So is loving another man, another capital crime. Fairies are locked away in ghettoes, magical beasts, such as gryphons, unicorns, and pegasi are kept in zoos.
Also in zoos: werewolves and other wers, centaurs, and Cheshire cats. The others, the tree and water spirits, the talking beasts, fauns, and the rest, are in hiding. This is the world in which Gavin grew up. He survived, thanks to his mother. He can never forget he is different: ministers preach against people like him constantly; hating the other is a part of every school’s curriculum.
But now, things are changing fast, and apparently, for the worst. Earthquakes, volcanoes, killer storms. The medicine Gavin takes to suppress his body’s glowing, isn’t working. The spells cast by his doctor, a witch, are losing their power. If anyone finds out what Gavin is, he is dead. Under threat, the Empire always goes after its marginalized people. Can Gavin survive the common catastrophe? Will he ever recover from losing the boys he loved? Can he find the fairy man who has haunted his dreams all is life before it is too late? Can his scarred heart ever heal?
Warnings: Suicide (off-stage), suicidal thoughts and suicide attempt, and self-harm
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Excerpt
The name on the sign by the empty cage read Equus caballus malum. No government-authorized sign would ever have any reference to human for a centaur. His mother had taught him the other name that morning beneath the Big Trees.
A pair of golden gryphons, also with clipped wings, and as unhappy looking as the pegasi, were in the next cage.
“There are supposed to be two silver gryphons, too,” Gavin said, after he read the sign. “I guess they are hiding in that cave in the back. Maybe the female is sitting on her eggs, or nursing her cubs.”
Latisha just nodded and tightened her grip on his hand. God only knows what her parents told her before this field trip.
The werewolf was next, sitting hunched over a rock in its forest habitat. It was an eastern red werewolf, with intensely blue human-like eyes. Listed on the sign in front of the cage were instructions for identifying werewolves in human form, and ways to protect oneself from such monsters. Canis lupus malum, evil wolf.
The werewolf seemed even sadder than the rest of the Bestiary’s denizens. It hadn’t looked up, no matter how loud the kids ahead of Gavin and Latisha had been, or how many faces they had made. But it did look up just as Gavin got to the cage and stared at him with those very bright blue eyes. Human eyes. Homo sapiens lupus. Gavin froze.
“Mr. Booker?”
He didn’t answer Latisha at first. Instead, Gavin watched as the werewolf, shaking its big shaggy head, came slowly over to the corner of the cage where they stood. Its eyes were focused intently on Gavin. It jumped on its hind legs, its big paws only separated from Gavin’s face by the glass.
“Help me, please, fairy, help me. They won’t me let change. They make me take drugs,” it said in a rough voice. “I need to change. Get me out of here.”
“I’m not a fairy. Shut up,” Gavin snapped back.
“Mr. Booker? Look, the silver ones came out,” Latisha said. She was staring at the gryphon cage. She turned when the werewolf asked again for the fairy to get him out. “Mr. Booker? What’s it talking about? What fairy?” Latisha asked, looking back and forth between the silver gryphons and the werewolf. The silver gryphons ran back in their cave.
“Not a fairy? Look at your hands, fairy,” the werewolf hissed.
Gavin dropped Latisha’s hand and looked at his own. The tips of all his fingers glowed, a faint, faint yellow glow, as if he had dipped them in fluorescent paint. He quickly slid them into his pockets.
I took the pills this morning. This shouldn’t be happening. Suppress, suppress, suppress.
“I’m not a fucking fairy,” he yelled at the werewolf who only growled and snarled in return. He looked quickly around the Bestiary. Was there anybody who’d hear him yelling? What was he thinking? Thank God nobody but Latisha was anywhere near Gavin and the werewolf.
Latisha stared at Gavin and the werewolf. “You aren’t supposed to say that word; it’s not nice. Mama told me so. What fairy is it talking about?”
Gavin took a deep breath. Seeing the fear in the little girl’s face, he spoke slowly, in as even and as calm a tone as he could muster. “I don’t know what fairy it’s talking about. There’s just you and me and we’re certainly not fairies.” The glowing had stopped, he felt it. He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I got upset—that thing upset me. Your mother is absolutely right; you shouldn’t say that.”
“Fairies are bad, too,” Latisha said. He could guess what she was thinking. Latisha was remembering what she had been taught in school, the same things he had been taught in kindergarten and first grade, in Sunday school, and all the way through high school and college. Never mind the ads on TV and that radio that played over and over. The government made sure the lesson got through, that it was repeated over and over so no one could ever miss it. Even the youngest knew what the warning signs were, what to look out for. And what to do if they saw glowing people.
For your country and your Emperor, for God, for your family and friends, and because Jesus loves you: call the police. Just hit the big blue star on the nearest Automatic Reporting Machine and start talking. If you don’t know how to use the phone or the ARM, or neither is nearby, find the nearest normal adult and tell them. Normal people, good people, do not glow.
“Fairy, please. Help me.”
Gavin ignored the werewolf. “It’s not supposed to talk to us. Let’s go find Mr. Phillips and the rest of the class.”
Latisha nodded and reached for his hand. They walked away quickly, not looking back.
The werewolf yelled. “Fairy, help me, please!” Then it howled. They walked faster, Latisha looking over her shoulder.
Author Bio
Warren Rochelle lives in Charlottesville, Virginia, with his husband and their little dog, Gypsy, after retiring teaching English and Creative Writing at the University of Mary Washington in 2020. His short fiction and poetry have been published in such journals and anthologies as Icarus, North Carolina Literary Review, Forbidden Lines, Aboriginal Science Fiction, Collective Fallout, Queer Fish 2, Empty Oaks, Quantum Fairy Tales, Migration, The Silver Gryphon, Jaelle Her Book, Colonnades, and Graffiti, as well as the Asheville Poetry Review, GW Magazine, Crucible, The Charlotte Poetry Review, and Romance and Beyond. His short story, “The Golden Boy,” was a finalist for the 2004 Spectrum Award for Short Fiction.
Rochelle is the author of a book of academic criticism, Communities of the Heart: the Rhetoric of Myth in the Fiction of Ursula K. Le Guin, published by Liverpool University Press in 2001. Other articles and book reviews on science fiction and fantasy have appeared in various journals, including Extrapolation, Foundation, North Carolina Literary Review, and the SFRA Review.
Rochelle is also the author of four novels: The Wild Boy (2001), Harvest of Changelings (2007), and The Called (2010), all published by Golden Gryphon Press, and The Werewolf and His Boy, published by Samhain Publishing in September 2016. The Werewolf and His Boy was re-released by JMS Books in August 2020. His first story collection, The Wicked Stepbrother and Other Stories, was published by JMS Books in September 2020. His second collection, To Bring Him Home and Other Tales, was published in September 2021, by JMS Books. A stand-alone story, “Seagulls,” was released by JMS Books in September 2021.
Author Website: https://kingdomofjoria.com
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Air Awakens – Review
Air Awakens by Elise Kova
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I listened to the audio version of this book. I had read some bad reviews but also had heard great things about this series. I have to say I really enjoyed it overall. The main character seemed a little too naïve at times, but I think it worked well for the purposes of the overall plot. The boorish prince was a great character, I thought. Well written and developed. I did hate the way he reacted at the end during the judgement. I thought something didn’t jive with his character and the romance between them. I’m looking forward to learning more about him and his relationship with his brother who surprised me quite a bit. I smell a love triangle and I’m not quite sure how I feel about that.
I do have to say that the voice actress did an awesome job on dialogue, but the way she read the narrative was jarring to me as she chose a very monotone voice. Everything she read sounded the same and at times it was read very fast as if she was trying to cram as many words per minute as she could. It may be she was trying to sound neutral when she read the narrative, but it came across to me as bland and unemotional.
Looking forward to reading the next book in the series.
