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Rainbow Snippet March 30-31

3/30/2019

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It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+.

​More of Gaz and Rhys from A Harmony of Fire and Earth this week. This snippet follows not long after last week's snippet.
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​Rhys lifted a hand hesitantly and brushed a lock of Gaz’s fiery tipped hair behind his ear. A fine shiver went through Gaz’s body. Rhys didn’t think it could be because of the cold in the snug, warm stable. “Gaz...”

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“We shouldn’t do this.”

“You’ve said that before.” He cupped a hand around Gaz’s cheek, gently, and a rush of warmth spread through him when Gaz leaned into it just slightly. “I won’t touch you again if you don’t want me to. I would never do anything you don’t want. Do you want me to kiss you?” 


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Release Blitz: Conviction by M.D. Neu

3/27/2019

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Title: Conviction

Series: A New World, Book Two

Author: M.D. Neu

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: March 25, 2019

Heat Level: 1 - No Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 103900

Genre: Science Fiction, LGBT, Space travel, aliens, politics, grief, interspecies romance

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A little blue world, the third planet from the sun. It’s home to 7 billion people with all manner of faiths, beliefs and customs, divided by bigotry and misunderstanding, who will soon be told they are not alone in the universe. Anyone watching from the outside would pass by this fractured and tumultuous world, unless they had no other choice. Todd Landon is one of these people, living and working in a section of the world called the United States of America. His life is similar to those around him: home, family, work, friends and a husband. After the attack on San Jose, Todd is appointed to Special Envoy for Terran Affairs by the nentraee, a position many world leaders question. Undeterred Todd wants to build bridges between both people. However, this new position brings with it a new set of problems that not only he, but his new allies Mi’ko and Mirtoff must overcome. Will the humans and nentraee learn to work together despite mistrust and threats of more attacks by a new global terrorist group, or will the terrorists win? Will this bring an end to an already shaky alliance between nentraee and humans?

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Conviction M.D. Neu © 2019 All Rights Reserved “I believe this should be adequate.” Mi’ko checked his datapad to ensure all the proper requisitions had been finalized. He glanced around the room again with a pleased smile. “Do you think he’ll enjoy living here?” Mi’cin asked. They were here to inspect the quarters he had selected for Todd in the secured area of the speaker’s ship. He could have left it up to Vi-Narm or one of his other aides, but this was important and he needed to handle these details personally. Todd was important, and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Plus, it was an opportunity to spend more time with Mi’cin. “Mister Todd Landon was adamant about staying in his own home and commuting, but it’s not practical.” Mi’ko ran a hand over the desk, then checked his fingers for dust. “And with the rise in protest against us across the planet, it’s not safe. Even though his government insists it is.” “If you say so,” Mi’cin said. “He didn’t strike me as very logical after our brief meeting.” He went to one of the windows and opened it. “It would be nice to have quarters like this for myself. Does he need all this space? He’s one male.” He inhaled deeply and viewed the park below. “It smells like home. But it’s a replica, not the real place.” His nose crinkled. “Mi’cin, don’t sulk. Our living situation isn’t that bad, and you are not a child.” Mi’ko put a hand on his son’s arm and squeezed. “I know you hurt. We all ache for our home, but these ships are our home, for now. It’s a pain we all share. By working with the humans, especially Todd, that pain and the loss of our home will lessen.” Mi’cin’s expression fell. “Assuming the humans will work with us.” “Please be supportive.” Mi’ko frowned. “I understand you have your misgivings, but please.” He inhaled, smelling the damp trees. “And since when have you not enjoyed the ship’s gardens?” He looked out to the woodland where several tall trees, paths, and waterways ran in countless directions. The grounds were replicas of some of the famous parks on Benzee and her satellites. The ship’s builders gave as much space as feasible to allow people the chance to enjoy the open space. The artificial light that mimicked the day-night cycle of Benzee had gradually been adjusted to the length of Earth’s day. “He does, indeed, have a better view than us, but that’s all right.” Mi’ko grinned and thought. This new position for Mi’cin will help focus him. Give him a chance to interact with the humans and learn about them. “A view of space would have been equally nice,” Mi’cin said, “but I doubt he’d be used to such a thing.” He turned back to the window. “Such a waste.” “I assure you it’s not a waste.” Mi’ko ran a hand over the soft fabric of the chair. “Considering the nature of this position. Plus, I thought a view of nature and all the fresh scents would make him feel more at home. It will give him a sense of what Mentra Park was like.” Mi’cin clucked his tongue. “What?” Mi’ko questioned. “That was one of your favorite parks on Mentra. You made me take you there whenever we went to visit my parents. You loved the views of Benzee.” Mi’cin said nothing. “Mi’cin, please.” “As you wish, Father.” “I’d like to ask you to assist Mister Todd Landon to help him acclimate,” Mi’ko said. “It’s going to be hard for him at first. Even though he’s been studying our language and culture—” Mi’cin’s sigh muted his father. “Of course. I’ll do my best. You have my word. Besides, isn’t that what your aide is supposed to do?” “True, but this is the first time I’ve had an aide who’s my son.” “Well, Vi-Narm can’t do it all, and your other aides are busy,” Mi’cin said. “I can use the experience, as you and Mother both keep telling me.” “I can think of no one better to support me.” Mi’ko focused on his son. “You know, you’re both very quizzical, so you will be good for each other. I hope you can become friends.” He reached out and gently touched Mi’cin on the cheek. A soft chirp came from the door. It opened to reveal Vi-Narm. Her tightly braided hair had a few wisps out of place; her breathing was heavy. “Vice speaker, there is a problem with the Envoy position. General Gahumed, with the support of General Fanion, is calling for a special session in the council chamber.” “What now?” The muscles around Mi’ko’s eyes twitched and the tips of his ears started to warm. It had been like this for several weeks. These continued issues with his own people were taking far too much of his time.

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M.D. Neu is a LGBTQA Fiction Writer with a love for writing and travel. Living in the heart of Silicon Valley (San Jose, California) and growing up around technology, he’s always been fascinated with what could be. Specifically drawn to Science Fiction and Paranormal television and novels, M.D. Neu was inspired by the great Gene Roddenberry, George Lucas, Stephen King, Alfred Hitchcock and Kim Stanley Robinson. An odd combination, but one that has influenced his writing. Growing up in an accepting family as a gay man, he always wondered why there were never stories reflecting who he was. Constantly surrounded by characters that only reflected heterosexual society, M.D. Neu decided he wanted to change that. So, he took to writing, wanting to tell good stories that reflected our diverse world. When M.D. Neu isn’t writing, he works for a non-profit and travels with his biggest supporter and his harshest critic, Eric, his husband of eighteen plus years.

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Release Blitz: A Symposium in Space by K.S. Trenten

3/25/2019

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Title: A Symposium in Space

Author: K.S. Trenten

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: March 25, 2019

Heat Level: 1 - No Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 22700

Genre: Science Fiction, LGBT, symposium, symposium in space, love, matriarchy, decadent sci fi

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Phaedra and her lover, Pausania are invited to a dinner party. Only this won’t be like any party Phaedra has ever been to. Nor does Pausania want her to go. But Phaedra is determined, even if she has to find her own way to this symposium in space. A fateful encounter with the spaceship of her dreams and the wandering philosopher, Sokrat, lead Phaedra to a unique gathering of individuals where thoughts of love are offered up…and consumed.

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A Symposium in Space K.S. Trenten © 2019 All Rights Reserved One: An Invitation The invitation resembled an eyeball. A floating, pink orb drifted up to the open panels of Pausania’s apartment and fixed me with its lidless stare. I froze, unsure how to react. An unfashionable citizen of the Intergalactic Democracy, I still ran around in a vest with pocket protectors, unfamiliar with the latest technology. The bobbing globe made me think of tales of magic from Ancient Earth. “Phaedra, beloved of Pausania.” A melodic voice, filled with sly suggestion, came from the orb. “I’d be very pleased if you and your lover would attend my symposium in space.” “A symposium?” I murmured, confused by the archaic word. It conjured more images of Ancient Earth, but this time of our patriarchal past. An era when those who looked down at you were referred to as patronizing rather than matronizing. Such barbarism was behind us. A new democracy had spread out from Ancient Earth, across space, freeing women from their former bondage to male thoughts and ideas. The only problem was this democracy was dominated by the wealthy and the powerful, just as too many societies had been in the past. They controlled the spaceways, spamming the universe with their advertising. Their shining, three-dimensional billboards and oversized spacecrafts were everywhere, dominating the skyline. It was more than a little annoying. “A symposium is nothing more than a dinner party.” Melodic and laced with sarcasm, my paramour’s voice floated into the room before she made her appearance. Swallowing a sigh, I turned to face Pausania. She glided into the room with a lazy grace, loose leggings swishing around her slender limbs. As always, she managed not to drag the tassels at the ends of them across her floor. The pants matched the fawn-colored blouse she wore. Tawny beads weighed down the edges of the tunic. Pausania’s attire was usually a compromise between fashionable and comfortable. Her blouse complemented her auburn hair, falling in thick, luxuriant waves over her shoulders. Those russet tresses were coarser than they looked. They still yielded to brushes, combs, or my worshipful fingers. Tiny strands of copper mingled with the auburn locks, giving her head a halo’s gleam. It wasn’t natural. Very little about Pausania was natural. She still made everything about her appearance seem artless and unfeigned. A pity the same wasn’t true of her personality. She stalked toward the orb, carrying a wine glass in one hand. It tilted precariously, threatening to drip its contents upon her elaborately patterned rug. This irritated me. I’d got her that furnishing, saved up my meager pennies from poetry readings and space runs to see that she had something special to adorn her apartment. True, she’d never shown more than a temporary admiration for its beauty, but her casual contempt was like a slap in the face. “Phaedra has no interest in your shallow attempts to feed on her emotions, Agathea.” Pausania waved a hand at the orb. “Agathea?” I swallowed at hearing her name. Agathea of one of the wealthiest, most prominent citizens of the Intergalactic Democracy. One who could arrange to have my poems broadcast over the biggest billboards that glowed in major cities on major planets. “The Agathea?” I asked for clarity. “The third-time winner of the Tragedy award? The one who funds and owns most worlds’ rights to the image of Aphrodite?” “Once again, you’re showing your naiveté, your complete lack of any galactic sensibility.” Pausania glanced upward at the ceiling. Perhaps she was asking the ancient goddesses to give her strength. “There’s only one Agathea. No one else can use her name without incurring a fine as epic as her tragedies.” She smacked her slim hand against her forehead. “Next you’ll be calling life givers women.” “Huh?” I opened and closed my mouth. “Why would I call women life givers?” “You may call it a lack of galactic sensibility. I call it a charming display of innocence.” The orb throbbed in midair, quivering with hungry intensity. “Pausania, I simply must have the two of you at my symposium.” A slight note of menace entered the voice. “Do you truly wish to shun my company? I’m collecting guests exalted enough to impress even one as cynical as yourself.” “Exalted isn’t how I’d describe your collections.” Pausania waved her free hand in languid dismissal. “You’re all about the latest trends. You never touch anything that questions or casts them in an unflattering light.” “Ah, but would I be inviting Sokrat if that were true?” A sly tone laced with humor emitted from the mechanical device. I wondered if Agathea had given it her voice. What projected from the orb was such a caressing, sensual tone. It rivaled Pausania’s own for the levels of malice it could deliver, wrapped in a disguise of courtesy. I wasn’t used to this level of complexity in a simple communicator, but I was behind the times. Or so Pausania kept telling me. Perhaps she was right. I had no idea who Sokrat was. Pausania did, judging from the way her eyes widened. “Sokrat? How did you manage to persuade her to come?” “I believe she welcomes an escape from the affections of her overly enthusiastic beloved. Thus she will be honoring us with her presence at this gathering, along with Aristophania.” At least I’d heard of Aristophania. Her webcasts were hilarious, although Pausania and others muttered that she was quite dated and stale in her routines. “Sokrat and Aristophania.” What appeared to be an eyelid lowered in a coy fashion over the orb while regarding Pausania. “You cannot accuse either of them of being simply what’s trending.” “No, I can’t.” Pausania lowered her hand to knot it into a fist at her hip. “Which makes me wonder what you could possibly want with those two cantankerous old life givers. Not to mention Phaedra and myself.” “I plan to reveal that to all of you…if you come.” The ball moved away to hover in the open window. “I hope curiosity will temper caution.” The orb moved away from the window, gaining speed when it took to the sky. “Impossible woman!” Pausania growled, shaking her wine glass at the departing silhouette. Sure enough, red liquid spilled out of it. “Thinking her wealth and power are enough to lure you to one of her dull dinner parties, let alone me!” “You just used the word ‘woman’,” I ventured. “Didn’t you just chastise me for saying that?” “Of course I chastised you.” Pausania ran a hand through her hair in a self-conscious gesture. “We’re trying to get away from a past dominated by men in the name we use for ourselves.” “Why use it?” I asked. “If you feel the word is wrong, why do you keep using it?” “Because I can’t forget it!” Pausania slammed the glass into the wall, heedless of the broken shards. They sliced her hand causing crimson wounds to bloom all over her smooth skin. “Men have committed crime after crime, started countless wars, preying upon one another along with us. We should never forget that, especially when we start considering offering them citizenship in the Intergalactic Democracy!” Ah, so this was what bothered her. The possibility of men being able to vote once more in the Democracy, to have a voice in public assemblies. Official herstory (intergalactic schools no longer used the word ‘history’, just as they no longer used the word ‘patronizing’) taught young girls that the beginnings of our democracy started with the colonization of other planets. Many of these off-world settlements had been started by women, hoping to create separate cultures apart from the patriarchy we couldn’t seem to shake off back on Ancient Earth. Men had started a terrible war, decimating a huge portion of the population. In the end, Ancient Earth had survived. Humanity, to use another archaic word, had survived. Most of those survivors had been colonists who were already creating revolutionary cultures, dependent on the terrain of their individual planets. Those colonists never forgot Ancient Earth or the lessons they’d learned from her suffering. Men became less and less a part of the new worlds rising in power and prosperity. Doctors learned ways to cultivate and clone sperm from existing samples which had been carried from Ancient Earth. A brilliant young scientist created something called sohm, a substitute for sperm which could be used to create a fetus. Women could hand over their ova to a fetus creche, where it could be grown in warm fluid filled with all the essential nutrients needed to develop it. This was a much more comfortable way of having a child than going through pregnancy. I wondered if we hadn’t lost something in abandoning the rite of childbirth. I’d never known my mother, not really. I’d been raised by Timea, my mother’s assistant, and a number of maternal substitutes. My own mother had been too busy to bother with me. Donating her ova to a fetal creche had been her way of being gracious enough to offer her superior genes to society. When I turned out to have little ambition worth notice, my mother lost interest in me. Timea had remained in contact with me before she died from space sickness, one of the few illnesses the doctors of the Intergalactic Democracy couldn’t treat. Losing her made me think more about life and birth, the value of both. What would it have been like, to grow inside another woman’s body, being nourished by her, my heart beating inside her? It sounded terrifying, being that close to someone else, needing someone else so utterly and completely. Perhaps if I had experienced such closeness, I wouldn’t seek it with other people. I wouldn’t need them so badly. Perhaps I wouldn’t have been desperate for any kind of affection I might get from Pausania. “Men might have done those things to fill the emptiness inside of them,” I murmured. “A child could never grow within their bodies. Maybe that inability to create life became a void they sought to fill.” “Men saw women swelling with life, only to be eaten with envy at the sight?” Men were always the villains of herstory as far as Pausania was concerned. “Don’t make excuses for them. Nothing can ever pardon them for what they’ve made.” “What about what we’ve done?” I glanced at Pausania’s hand. “Have you even noticed you’re bleeding?” “What does that have to do with anything?” She looked down at her bloody hand with an impatient irritation. “They’re only cuts.” “Cuts hurt.” I shook my head. “Stop acting like what you do only affects you.” “How dare you…” Pausania trembled all over. She took a long, slow breath. “Why are you complaining? Have I ever been ungenerous? I’ve done a far better job of taking care of you than you’ve ever done, Phaedra. Your pitiful attempts at self-sufficiency wouldn’t even buy you a short essay on the net!” I swallowed, feeling myself quiver all over at this accusation. In truth, I wished I was more independent. My skills hadn’t been very profitable. “One thing you have been blessed with is an abundance of good looks.” Pausania waved a free hand to gesture to my head, hips, and legs. “You won’t keep that blessing if you allow a sour attitude to show.” “If I allow a sour attitude?!” I balled my hands into fists. “You’re lecturing me about sourness?” “Now calm down.” Pausania tapped her finger against her lips. “No need to get upset.” “Oh, really?” My temper flared. I shook my fist at Pausania. “Look at you. You blame men, Agathea, me, anybody and everyone else for your unhappiness. Did you ever consider that it might be your own fault?” “I…I…” Pausania stammered. Her eyes widened and her lower lip trembled. “How can you talk back to your lover like that? Have you no shame?” “Have you?” I countered. “Guess where the concept of lover and beloved comes from? Men used to take boys as their beloveds, centuries ago on Earth. This whole notion of a lover guiding and dominating a beloved was theirs.” “Not entirely.” Pausania bit on her trembling lip. A bead of red appeared upon it. “Life givers have redefined this relationship, making it—“ “—even more domineering if we’re an example of this.” I took a step away from Pausania toward the door. Part of me wanted to turn back. Part of me wanted to take her bleeding hand in mine and kiss it. Part of me wanted to apologize, to offer anything that might soothe her hurt. I was beginning to wonder if anything I did would ever soothe Pausania’s hurt. Perhaps the only one who could heal Pausania was Pausania. I needed to step back and let her do so. I stared at the archaic wood greaves in the portal to our home. So hopelessly old-fashioned. One of the things Pausania and I had in common was we both loved ancient, traditional things for all their connection with a patriarchal past. Why did those connections have to be so bitter? “I’m going to Agathea’s symposium.” I didn’t turn around. If I looked into Pausania’s eyes, I might still yield. I could end up apologizing and falling into her arms. Again. Not this time. “I hope you’ll be there.” I laid my hand on the door panel, a bit of the modern amidst the archaic. Touch sensitive, it made the wooden barrier slide open. “For my sake, if not for your own.” I stalked out of our home and into the world.

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I’m a California Bay Area author, exploring the borders of reality and gender to create new worlds and populate them with compelling characters. I live with my husband and our two four footed children, i.e. cats.

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Rainbow Snippet March 23-24

3/23/2019

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It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+.

​I have another snippet from A Harmony of Fire and Earth for you this week. I've switched to a snippet about Rhys and Gaz, the book's other couple, today. Here, Rhys and his sister Briallen have arrived at Gaz's home with a request.
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​She nodded and went to the door while he walked their horses around the side of the cottage to the stable where Gaz and Meraud’s horses were housed. Though small, the building should have room enough to at least get their horses out of the weather. It was icy cold, and the flurries 
were likely to turn into heavier snow before night fell. He pushed open the door of the neat little building and stopped short when he was confronted with Gaz.

Gaz’s eyes widened, and his full lips parted just a fraction, the only indications of his surprise. Rhys had never known anyone who could conceal their emotions so well; he’d think Gaz felt nothing if he hadn’t learned to notice those little indications.

“Rhys?” A wealth of puzzlement infused the one word, as if Gaz couldn’t quite believe Rhys was in front of him.

“Gaz.” He smiled, charmed a bit by Gaz’s befuddlement. 


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You can find more about A Harmony of Fire and Earth here. Thanks for reading today!
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Meet Gaz from A Harmony of Fire and Earth

3/20/2019

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Meet Gaz:
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-semi-reclusive (just let him draw and study, he'll be fine)
-powerful wielder of Fire magic
-with a BIG secret
-has been trying not to fall for Rhys for years (...because of that big secret...)

Get to know him in A Harmony of Fire and Earth.
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Writing Updates, News, and Thanks

3/19/2019

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A Harmony of Fire and Earth has been out in the world for a little over a week now, and I just wanted to start by thanking everyone who has bought it, read it, reviewed it, spread the word about it. I appreciate it so much. These things really help authors. I hope you've enjoyed getting to know Gaz and Rhys and catching up with Edmund and Arden again as much as I did writing them.

Right now, I'm writing Tournai 8, which is Griffin's story (plus more dragons!), and the first book in a contemporary romance trilogy. The last couple of weeks have been frustratingly slow for writing, but I'm pushing to get back into it so I can make more progress on these books. Other than that, The Spymaster's Secret (Tournai 7) is under contract with NineStar and should be out later this year. I'll have more updates on that soon. I'm excited for you to get your hands on Alexander and Marcus's story.

Other news: The first four books in the Tournai series are 31.4% off through today (March 19th) at Dreamspinner, so it's a great time to pick them up if you haven't yet. Don't miss out! Also, I'll be attending the Liberty States Fiction Writers conference again this year. Say hi if you're there, and please come by the book fair on March 30th even if you aren't attending the conference. I'll have copies of all of my books with me (including A Harmony of Fire and Earth), and I'd love to see you!

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Rainbow Snippet March 16-17

3/16/2019

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It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+.

​I have another snippet for you from A Harmony of Fire and Earth, which came out on Monday. (Yay!) I was going to check in with the book's other couple today, and then I decided to give you another snippet of Arden and Edmund first. They've survived the royal wedding and everything associated with it, and they're finally alone on their wedding night.
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​In their bedchamber, the curtains were already closed, candles providing a soft light, a fire in the fireplace warming the room. He went to the bed and pulled back the blankets. Arms wound around his middle, and he went willingly as Edmund pulled him back against his chest and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

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And found himself turned and tossed among the pillows. Arden let out something close to a shriek in his shock, but it turned to laughter as Edmund climbed into the big bed with him. Arden opened his arms and drew Edmund close, welcoming his familiar weight, curling one leg around Edmund’s thighs to keep him close. They were smiling as they kissed, smiling still when Edmund leaned back enough to look into Arden’s eyes. “What do you want tonight? What would make you happy?” 




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Pi Day Sale at DSP

3/14/2019

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It's Pi Day today! Celebrate with a new book and some pie. Perhaps listen to Tom Hiddleston reading the digits of pi. To help you with that first option, everything at Dreamspinner, including the first four Tournai books, is 31.4% off through March 19th in their Pi Day sale! 
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Meet Rhys from A Harmony of Fire and Earth

3/14/2019

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Meet Rhys:
-Bisexual wielder of Earth magic with a talent for plants and healing
-He'd really rather be in his greenhouse
-Or probably knitting
-A little in love with Gaz from the first moment he saw him


Get to know him in A Harmony of Fire and Earth.
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A Harmony of Fire and Earth is Here!

3/11/2019

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A Harmony of Fire and Earth is out in the world today, and I'm so excited (and, as always, anxious) for you to read it. I'm a little sad too. This book marks the end of the the Elemental Magicae duology, and I didn't realize how bittersweet it would be to see it end. I love these characters and this world. The first book, A Dance of Water and Air, got me writing again during a tough, stressful time. I fell in love with Arden and Edmund and their friends and family, and I did the same with Rhys and Gaz in Harmony. I'm happy with where I've left them all, but I hate to let them go. I might return to this world one day and write another story. For now, though, it's time these characters get their happily ever afters.

The two couples in Harmony are made up of characters who are demisexual, bisexual, gay, and trans, and there's a supporting character who's asexual. Harmony picks up right where Dance left off, and I do think it's best to read them in order. Dance ends with Edmund and Arden, two princes who had to flee danger and did all they could to be together and keep their countries out of war, trying to find a way to protect their home from the real enemy and dealing with a shocking revelation—the day before their wedding. In Harmony, they get that wedding and more of the after the happily ever after as they continue to work to save their kingdom. We also meet Rhys, an Earth wielder, and Gaz, a Fire wielder with a big secret, and follow them as they find their way to HEA (that's not a spoiler—my books guarantee HEA!). They'll deal with magic and intrigue and danger, and also find love and family and acceptance. I hope you enjoy the journey with them. 

About A Harmony of Fire and Earth:

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[Note: The following blurb contains spoilers for book 1, A Dance of Water and Air. Read at your own risk if you haven't read that book!]

Prince Edmund of Thalassa and Prince Arden of Aither are eagerly anticipating their upcoming wedding, but the danger to their kingdom hasn’t lessened. They have a plan, but they won’t be able to carry it out alone: they need a strong wielder of each Element, whom they can trust implicitly, to carry out the magic.

Rhys is a commoner and wielder of Earth magic. He and his sister have made a living from the use of their magic for years and have become highly respected in scholarly circles, though he prefers a more simple life with his plants. When a message from Prince Arden reaches them asking for their help, they don’t hesitate. They stop only to request that Gaz, a strong Fire wielder and the man Rhys has long been enamored of, accompany them on the journey to Thalassa’s royal palace.

What no one knows is that Gaz was once known as Prince Gareth of Thalassa and is Edmund’s younger brother, long believed dead. He fled his home after his Fire Affinity made itself known and put him in danger, and he had no intention of ever going back. But he can’t keep himself from going to his brother’s aid, despite the risk of discovery and of the weight of his secrets potentially crushing his fledgling relationship with Rhys.

Working against time, they must find a way to come together in a magical working the likes of which none of them has ever imagined, or their homelands will surely burn.

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