Saturday, February 28, 2015

My Sexy Saturday - Shadows in the Night

Welcome to the 81st week of My Sexy Saturday!
This week’s we’re doing something a little different. We hope to do this occasionally and that you’ll like it. Our theme is My Sexy Addiction. It’s an open theme in that we’re not going to say when or how or where. We are going to say – just one thing and that’s about the song – Addicted to Love. You remember it…don’t you? How about the line ‘You might as well face it you’re addicted to love’? And doesn’t that just say it all about us here at My Sexy Saturday?
For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
For this week, I thought I’d do something from my upcoming Dreamspinner release, Shadows in the Night. It’s book #1 in the Leap of Faith series. Book #2, To Touch the Sky, will release on April 3, 2015.

When Eva returned a short time later with her catch, she stopped and watched the huge, black animal and the little boy sleeping next to each other.

“I’m back.” Eva sat down next to the beast. A long black tail rested across Chip’s legs, and greenish-yellow eyes focused on Eva. “You know this can’t go on much longer, my friend. He’s smart for a child his age, and soon he’s going to ask questions about you.”

The creature rumbled in agreement.

“I know it’ll be hard for you. But another year—maybe two—and you’ll have to disappear from his life. The time isn’t right yet for you to make yourself known.”

The creature rumbled again, sadness in his eyes.

Eva ran her hand over the thick black coat. “I know, dear. But the time will come. You and I both know that. It will come, and he’s going to need you. Take care of him for me, okay?”

The beast nodded his head again. His time would come, but not for many years yet. The little boy had to grow into a man first. 

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

In Enemy Hands 4.8

Next week's prompts are:
“Don’t stare!” 
“Arousing you, arouses me.” 
“Argue with me naked and I’ll let you win, baby.” 
“If you kiss my neck, I’m not responsible for what happens next.” 
“Turn that down!”  
“Actions speak louder than words.”
“Talk about banging your head against a brick wall.”
“You know what cures a headache, right?”
“I learned my lesson.” 
“Where’s your better half?”
“Ah well, boys will be boys.”
“I was thinking about…”
or use: pants, keyboard, spice
or use: cheek, floor, hammer 
or use:  paste, pen, planet
or use: movie, ice, crack
or use: leather, kilt, apple
or have a character shovel a driveway
or have a character help an elderly person
or have a character pick up a package from the store  
or “She had me between a rock and a very hard place…”
or “I don’t care how you spell the damn thing, it still tastes like shit”
or “Give me a little kiss, willya, hon?”
or have a character watch a video on You Tube
or have a character square dance
or “Piss on it, I’m outta here!”
or “Wash my back, and I’ll scrub yours”

Chapter 4.8
Adlar, still holding both their cocks, stroked his hand over them. Friction built, and Varo wished desperately they had lube, even though he leaked precome like mad. They both did. Adlar’s fingers on his throat, his hand on their dicks…. The need to come grew.

Adlar was so near to him, and his scent teased Varo ruthlessly. Adlar’s breath fanned over his cheek as water still pounded at them. Panting, gasping, they both stared into each other’s eyes, neither willing to back down. Adlar jerked them off faster.

Varo wondered if passion showed in his eyes as it did in Adlar’s. That pale skin was flushed pink from the heat and pleasure. Varo thrust his hips, unable to stay still any longer. He needed to come, wanted to come. The pressure built. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could.

But by the gods, he refused to be alone in this. If he was going to lose control then so was Adlar.
Small whimpers fell from his lips, demanding more. Thrusting hard in the tunnel of Adlar’s fist, he mindlessly sought his pleasure.

Adlar leaned closer, plastering their bodies together, but somehow still stroked them. Varo moaned when Adlar nuzzled his throat. He was going to come; all he needed was just a little more pressure… then fangs scraped his throat. Fear slammed his mind even as his orgasm roared through him. 

Reality faded, and all there was to see was whiteness, and a buzz was all he could hear. His breath froze as his body jerked and twitched, as his balls emptied. In the distance, he heard a rumbling yell and heat covered his groin. Time stopped.

Had anything ever felt this good?

Everything came crashing back as Adlar held him. Goddess knew, that was the only reason he was still on his feet. He was boneless and satisfied in a way he’d never felt. And wasn’t that a soul-sucking conclusion to come to?

“Frack. Are… are you okay?” Adlar asked, still leaning against Varo, his breath rather rough.

Varo was relieved to hear Adlar sounded as affected as he felt. The small tremors were satisfying too.

“I’m fine,” he gasped.

They both stood there.

“Thank the frack.” Adlar huffed and a chuckle crept out. “I’d bend you over right here, but I’m afraid we’d both end up on our asses.”

A bucket of cold water couldn’t have sobered Varo quicker. He’d let his enemy jack him off. Stars, he practically threw himself at the other male. All he had to say was no, and he hadn’t. Instead of saying no, he nearly humped Adlar to death.

Horrified, he shoved at Adlar. “Get off me.”

Adlar stepped back, eyebrow raised. Oh, Varo was starting to hate that arrogant look.

“I guess it was too much to hope you’d be docile after coming.”

Varo fumed, the heat of his glare should have made the water steam.

“You didn’t say no, princeling.”

Of course Adlar threw that in his face. “I’m well aware of that!”

Adlar paused, staring at Varo. “Indeed. Well, come on then, I think it’s time to get out.”

Varo followed, wishing they’d gotten out before he made such a fool of himself. The problem was, he knew it was just a matter of time before this happened again. He couldn’t, couldn’t, allow himself to forget again that Adlar was his enemy. 

Adlar led him to cabinets along one of the walls. He opened one and handed Varo a towel. The material was just as soft as any he had at home. After they dried off, Adlar wrapped the towel around his waist, so Varo copied him.

Adlar walked out of the bathing chamber, and Varo followed him to another room. Immediately, he saw this was Adlar’s sleeping chamber. Again, instead of starkness, he found wealth and luxury.

A bed on a platform dominated the room. Over the bed a large, sheer white netting encased the bed, hung from the ceiling. The bedding was also white. The stone walls had been whitewashed. Even the furniture was white, and there were white rungs strewn around the floor.

Stunned, he looked around. “This is amazing. I thought you’d, ah….”

Adlar smirked. “What? You thought what?”

“Well, I was expecting darker colors, more masculine woods. Not this light and, ah… well, delicateness.”

“I live my life in darkness, Varo. But even I want a retreat. This is mine.” Adlar walked to the door in the room and opened it. “Come on.”

Varo followed him through the door and into a closet that might have even been bigger than his. He snorted out a laugh. Again, he was surprised. He’d assumed Adlar wouldn’t have many clothes. The male just didn’t seem the type. What a wrong assumption that turned out to be. Rack upon rack of clothes took up the space.

While most of the colors were dark, as he’d imagine they would be, Adlar also had dozens of things in bright colors too. Vibrant reds, emerald greens, sunny yellows… he was frankly surprised at the amount of silky fabrics to shiny, unbending ones.


“Well, yes.”

“I told you things weren’t often as they appeared.”

“Yes, you most certainly did.” He needed to remember that. Assumptions were dangerous, and as he kept finding with Adlar, often wrong.

Adlar handed him a pair of black pants. “Try those. I think we’re close in size, but they might be somewhat long on you.”

The pants looked amazingly like his uniform pants. For some reason, that too surprised him. His enemy wore the same kind of uniform pants as he did. Why having that in common bothered him he didn’t know. Maybe because it made Adlar seem more… normal. More like him. But he wasn’t; Adlar had fangs. There was nothing normal about that.

He tried the pants, and they did fit, if a little long. Once he tucked them in his boots, it wouldn’t show.

“Hmm, this may be tight, but it’s all I have.”

Friday, February 20, 2015

Pride Promotions presents Here Without You by Mia Kerick and a Giveaway!

Book Name: Here Without You

Book two of the Once Voice series. Can be read as a standalone, but not suggested.

Release Date: February

Author Name: Mia Kerick

Author Bio:
Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty-two years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young people and their relationships, and she believes that physical intimacy has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press, and CreateSpace for providing her with alternate places to stash her stories.

Mia is a social liberal and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights, especially marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

Where to find Mia:



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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond (Photograph by Dan Skinner)

With all of his scratched and dented heart, Nate DeMarco wants to be two places at once, but he’s been forced to make an unbearable choice. Having barely survived high school, Nate and his boyfriends, Casey Minton and Zander Zane, are ready to move forward in life. Casey and Zander have left home to attend Boston City College. Nate remains in New Hampshire to protect his volatile younger sister from their increasingly violent, alcoholic uncle. Nate suffers with anger, resentment, and loneliness as he battles what he wants against what he feels he must do.

Now separated, the young men fight to stay in contact. However, they’re each faced with their own separate issues. Casey must cope with residual fear from having been bullied in high school. Zander obsesses over the establishment of One Voice, the new gay-straight alliance at Boston City College. Nate fights for his sister’s very survival. Meanwhile, the intensity of the boys’ relationship increases, both sexually and emotionally, as happens in long distance relationships.

Nate’s futile effort to live two lives leads to tragedy, which blasts Nate, Casey, and Zander apart. Can the three young men find their way back to a united path before it’s too late? 

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, New Adult, Romance


August 23 (they only been gone about half a week now)

SO MAYBE this is a bit fucked up, but I’m gonna put it down on paper in black and white, and maybe when I read it back to myself, it’ll seem more normal.

Here’s the thing. Like Casey says, us three is a throuple. Three dudes in love. Whatever. Cuz I sure as shit love them guys, and nothin’s gonna change that. So, yeah. There’s two dudes in place A and one dude, alone, in place B. I just figured them two would be gettin’ busy in bed in their fancy dorm room whenever they had a chance—cuz that’s what guys do, right?

Well, apparently not so much. Last night they Skyped me. There them two were, sittin’ all cozy on Casey’s rainbow-colored bedspread. The floppy stuffed unicorn that me and Zander gave him for Christmas junior year was propped up behind ’em, starin’ at the computer, like it was lookin’ right at yours truly. I felt real alone and a little like a loser (fucked-up fact is they only been gone a couple days), but I leaned back on my bed and acted like I didn’t give a shit.

Casey said, in this adorable proper voice, “Nate, there’s a topic Zander and I feel it’s imperative we discuss. It’s a matter of great importance.” He already sounds like a doctor, and he’s only a freshman in college.

Zander was just starin’ into the computer at me, sorta studyin’ my I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-nothin’ expression.

“What’s such a big friggin’ deal, babe? Lay it on me.” That was pretty cool soundin’, I thought.

“Well, Zander and I want to have a discussion about.... Nate, we want to discuss physical intimacy. In that....”

Even on Skype I could see that two spots on Casey’s cheeks had turned bright pink. Looked like he was having trouble spittin’ this out. And he was the talker in our throuple.

“Zander and I are here together, without you, and we’ve talked about this—”

“I expect you two’ve been goin’ to town on each other every night since you got to college and are prob’ly itchin’ to strip each other down right now.” Both of my guys’ eyes popped open wide when I said that.

“Actually, Nate.” Zander spoke up cuz it seemed that Casey was suddenly at a loss for words. “We haven’t, and we’re not gonna.”

“Huh?” That just kinda flew outta my mouth. “Come again, guy?”

Casey found his voice. “We aren’t going to sleep together unless you’re with us. We discussed it, and neither of us think it would feel right.” He glanced at Zander, and them two nodded at each other. “We aren’t going to do anything in bed together until you’re here for a visit.”

Pages or Words: 216 pages

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Hi!! Thank you, Decadent Delights, for welcoming me as a guest poster on your blog today! I hope many of your readers check out my One Voice Series: Casey, Nate, and Zander’s love story. Coming out February 16th, Here Without You is Book 2 in the series, second to Us Three.

On with the interview…

1.What inspired you to start writing?
Much of my inspiration comes from pop music. My daughter Demi made a CD for me called “Writing Songs” and I listened to it every time I worked on Beggars and Choosers. All four of my kids accused me of liking only songs featuring “guys who sing with raspy voices”, which very well might be true. (Lifehouse was a particular favorite.) That was a long time ago.

Since then, I wrote Intervention that was about a young man who could only reach his love interest when he sang to him in the coffee bar they both worked at. I used many of my favorite, most inspirational songs within the book. And yes, many of the vocalists, male and female, had raspy voices. Not Broken, Just Bent was inspired by the song by Pink of the same name, and Here Without You was inspired by the song by 3 Doors Down. “She Keeps Me Warm” by Mary Lambert inspired Come To My Window, which I have yet to self-publish.

2. Who is your favorite author and why? 
I know that this isn’t exactly the correct answer, but I have several author faves.
Chris Owens- for Bareback. My number one favorite book ever—it makes me cry every time. What hurts to read is the loss of the comfortable familiarity—the family life—between the two men, when one man makes a serious mistake that the other cannot forgive him for. 
Charlotte Bronte- for Jane Eyre, and my very first favorite tortured hero, Mr. Rochester.
Amy Lane- for all the beautiful angst.
Stephenie Meyers- for Twilight’s Edward Cullen. Enough said.
Abi Roux and Madeleine Urban- for Cut and Run. Intense, suspenseful, unpredictable. I write down the dates of the next installment in my calendar. Sigh.
Michael Bowler-for the best YA action and adventure series called Children of the Knight.
Tessa Cardenas- The Strongest Shape, which illustrates the perfect love of three.
Cody Kennedy- for selfless and candid sharing of his life, his pain, his heart in all of his books.

3. How do you come up with the titles for your books?
I find coming up with titles a combination of FUN and STRESS.

The fun part can be likened to smearing fudgy frosting on a chocolate cupcake. I thrive on anticipating how well the two parts (frosting and cupcake/story and title) will come together as a whole. I love searching key words for related idioms that might fit my story.

And sometimes I know the title from the very beginning of my writing, for example, Not Broken, Just Bent was named before the story was fully conceived, because I was inspired by the song to write it. So music is a great source of both inspiration and titles.

The STRESS part comes in when I start dwelling on how important the title is to the success of the book. I want the title to attract readers, and I want it to be true to the story. I also want it to have that perfect ring, but I don’t want there to be a hundred other books of that same title on Amazon. Sometimes I think I have come up with the absolute perfect title and when I search for it online, I realize I am not the only author who had that thought.

4.What is the hardest part about writing for you?
The answer to this question is twofold, and neither answer has anything to do with the creative aspects of writing, but more the technical and organizational aspects.

First of all, computers challenge me. I sometimes think I have been cursed by the gods of technology. The biggest challenge has been learning to use the computer effectively. The week before last I lost everything since Beggars and Choosers on my Mac Book Air. I thought it was backed-up by the cloud. I was wrong. And even several data rescue services could not recover the data. So yes, the technological aspect of writing is my biggest challenge.

On a positive note, my daughter taught me how to make folders, which has really cleaned up my desktop.

The other very difficult part for me is keeping track of all the details in the story. Names of schools, and uncles, and little sisters, and places they used to work. Who uses exactly which kind of slang, which characters curse, college majors, and details like that. I need to develop a record system that simplifies this, but I start writing, and I never get around to organization of the details.

5. If you could spend a day with anyone from history, dead or alive, who would it be, and what would you do? What would you ask them?
I would love to have met Freddie Mercury, the lead vocalist of Queen. He was what my childhood dreams were made of, and in my opinion, the most talented of all male vocalists. I admire his vocal abilities that are unbelievable, his musicianship, and his stage antics. What an amazing entertainer!

And so… what will Freddie an I do on our amazing day together? I think we will go to a museum, like maybe MoMA, the Museum of Modern Art, in New York City. I know that Freddie Mercury will have some fascinating insights and so I’ll bring him to the Picassos and the Matisses and the Toulouse Lautrecs, and with these classic works of art as conversation starters, we’ll have some incredible conversation about beauty and love and the way we see the world and music and change.

What would I ask him? I suppose I would let the conversation flow naturally, but I would love to know how he conceived of joining rock and opera, and the inspiration for some of his best songs, IMO, like “Love of My Life” and “You Take My Breath Away”.

6. If you were stranded on a desert island and were only allowed to have five modern conveniences with you, what would they be?
This one’s easy.

1. Coffeemaker

2. Latte maker

3. Computer with Charger (most desert islands have excellent wifi, from what I hear)

4. Cell phone and charger (gotta stay in touch with the kiddos)

5. Looks like I’m going to need a generator so I have a source of electricity

6. If I could have one more modern convenience, I’d really like to take my blow dryer… please.

7. What is your favorite meal?

A tuna melt at a NYC diner. Love me a good tuna melt, fries and pickles on the side!
Want one now.

8. What is a talent you wish you had, but don't?
When I was young, and right through my teens, I truly wanted to sing. My interest
was in musical theater, and I wanted to be able to sing show tunes like those on The
Chorus Line. I took voice lessons and practiced a lot, and I will say I had some talent,
but I didn’t have enough. When it became clear that I just wasn’t good enough to
make it in show business, I decided that I’d pursue teaching not theater, but I was
the drama coach for years at the middle school where I taught.

I consider the ability to sing beautifully to be a gift, I wish I had it, and I admire
(envy) all who possess it.

But I’m a write of love stories. And I’m satisfied with that.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

In Enemy Hands 4.7

Next week's prompts are:
“Time and time again you…” 
“The problem with that is…” 
“I loved every minute of it.” 
“You can’t fix stupid.” 
“Sit down, shut up, and hold on.”  
“Are you going to be on the computer all day?”
“What do you plan to do with that?”
“My show comes on tonight so I can’t…”
“Please let the dog out.” 
or “The worst day of my life…”
 or “Some things should remain in the past…”
or “Would you like a little coffee with that sugar?”
or “He’s so sweet I just want to lick him all day!”
or “Did I just get to second base or third?”
or use: coin, board, lamp
or use: clown, tree, road 
or use:  ramp, fence, basket
or use: brick, bomb, bridge
or use: window, cup, fax
or have a character return a library book
or have a character stare up at the nighttime sky
or have a character snowboard 

Chapter 4.7
Mindless, he handed it to Adlar over his shoulder. That light scent teased his nose as Adlar got a lather going. He held his breath, waiting, his heart thumping in his chest. When Adlar’s hands worked their way into his hair, he reached out toward the walls of the waterfall for support.

Adlar scrubbed his scalp, just hard enough to feel good. Closing his eyes, he relaxed into the feeling. Gods, he had no idea such a thing could feel so decadent. He never dreamed Adlar would pamper him. He’d expected force; what he received was seduction.

“Okay, now turn. Time to rinse.”

He could withstand torture. But seduction? Seduction was much more insidious. Varo opened his eyes and stared at the stone in front of him, unable to deny that it was working—he was still achingly hard. Adlar tapped his hip, startling Varo.

“Come on, you have to get the shampoo out. Turn around for me.”

How perfectly reasonable that sounded, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. The grip on his hip tightened, reminding him that he really had no choice. Slowly he turned, afraid of what he’d find. But another part of him knew, and couldn’t wait. How in the galaxies had he missed this dark, twisted side to his nature?

Pale, pale skin greeted him, stunning in its purity. He knew the lack of sunlight, along with living in caves, was the reason, but he had no idea he’d find it so tempting. Adlar’s long, black hair was tied back in an effort to keep it dry.

“Very good.”

Facing Adlar, he tilted his head back so the water could do its job. He stood silently, eyes closed through the rinsing. Water rushed over his trembling body. As much as he wished the trembling came from fear, he knew better.

Adrenaline jack was one thing. That wasn’t what was happening here. Adlar finished rinsing his hair, and Varo opened his eyes, unable to hide any longer. He found himself staring at Adlar, focused on that perfect body in front of him. He desired Adlar.

He hadn’t really paid attention to how long his hair truly was. His gaze traced Adlar’s face. And those eerie yellow eyes were so different from his, with their slitted pupils. The pointed ears were odd too. Long and lean was a perfect description of the male standing in front of him.

Long, lean, and hard as stone.

For him. Adlar was hard for him. The idea both thrilled and scared him. Lost in thought, he flinched when Adlar ran a pale green sea sponge, heavy with suds, over his chest. His gaze snapped up to lock with Adlar’s.

“There’s nowhere to run.”

He was well aware of that. Regardless, that didn’t stop him from backing slowly away. His mind screamed that allowing Adlar to touch him was wrong, that he should fight, even though he knew what the result would be. He wasn’t one who actively sought pain, and the cursed collar around his neck promised just that.

For every step he took back, Adlar followed, pacing him as they danced around each other in a predatory game of give and take. Eventually, Varo found his back pressed against the stone wall of the shower with Adar inches from him.

Trapped, Varo waited to see what would happen. He shuddered when Adlar casually wrapped his fingers around his throat, every ounce of blood draining to his cock. Adlar stood in front of him, not touching, but close.

Adlar held him trapped there while he lazily worked the sponge slowly over his body. Chest heaving, he dropped his graze… then threw his head back when that soapy sponge trailed down over his stomach toward his groin. Oh stars, don’t… don’t…

“Careful. You knock yourself out, and I won’t be happy,” Adlar said.

don’t stop. A strangled groan escaped Varo as the sponge bypassed his dick and continued down one leg as far as Adlar could reach. Varo clutched the stone walls, desperate to keep himself grounded.

The next several units of time passed with Adlar touching every inch of skin he could reach. Varo struggled not to react to the passion rising in him, but it was as useless as trying to stop the tide. The grip on his throat wasn’t tight, but the threat was implied. Which was silly with the collar, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny it thrilled him.

Adlar finally tossed the sponge and pressed his body against Varo’s. “Mmm, so nice.”

Varo closed his eyes again in an effort to escape his very blatant reaction to his enemy. He didn’t understand why this was happening.

Adlar tightened his fingers on Varo’s throat. “And you make me hard too. No more hiding. Look at me, Varo.” Adlar shoved his groin forward and rubbed his cock against Varo’s. “You make me need.”

Shocked, Varo’s eyes flew open. The press of a hard dick against him sent his desire sprawling out of control.

“Tell me no.” Adlar wrapped his free hand around their cocks, stroking slowly. “Tell me no, and I’ll stop. But you have to tell me no.”

Varo opened his mouth to do just that, but a long, needy moan slipped out instead.

“That doesn’t sound like no to me.” But still, Adlar held back.

Varo knew Adlar waited to see if he would speak, if he would say no. If he would say something.  Instead, he strained in Adlar’s grip.

“Last chance to tell me no.”

Varo whimpered.

“So be it.”

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Love is Love Blog Hop Winner of my giveaway

The Love is Love Blog Hop is over! So, if you’re wondering about the Kindle giveaway… A single winner will be chosen to receive the Kindle and all the books. Because Amazon cannot pre-load a Kindle, the winner won't be able to get books until they receive the ereader and register it with Amazon.

Once the winner is chosen, the person who ran the Hop will email me with the winner’s contact information and then I’ll email them mobi copies of my Harvest books. So it’s going to be a little while on that.

But… I also ran my own giveaway for Trouble Comes in Threes. And that winner is:

Laurie P
I'll be sending out the email shortly. :)

Monday, February 16, 2015

CREATIVE MINDS PROMOTIONS presents The Last Grand Master by Andrew Q. Gordon and a Giveaway

The Last Grand Master


PUBLISHER: DSP Publication

SERIES: Champion of the Gods

RELEASE DATE: 10th February 2015

LENGTH: 370 Pages

BLURB: In a war that shook the earth, the six gods of Nendor defeated their brother Neldin, god of evil. For three thousand years, Nendor and the Seven Kingdoms have known peace and prosperity and Neldin's evil was nearly forgotten.

But then Meglar, wizard king of Zargon, unleashes the dark magic of the underworld and creates an army of creatures to carry out his master's will. One by one, the sovereign realms fall as a new war between the gods threatens to engulf Nendor.

Leading the opposition to Meglar is Grand Master Farrell. Young and untried, Farrell carries a secret that could hold the key to defeating Meglar—or it could destroy the world.

Farrell is joined by Nerti, queen of the unicorns and Miceral, an immortal muchari warrior the Six have chosen as Farrell's mate. As Farrell and his new allies make plans to counter Neldin's evil, Meglar forces their hand when he invades a neighboring kingdom. Rushing to help their ally, Farrell and Miceral find themselves in the middle of the battle. Cut off from help, Farrell attempts an untried spell that will either turn the tide or cost he and Miceral their lives.

In the waning light of the summer sun, the four emerged onto the grassy plains. Without warning, the unicorns took off as only their kind could. Back home, with the wind rushing through his hair, Farrell laughed. He leaned forward, urging Nerti to run faster. Peering back, he saw Klissmor galloping with a determined glint in his eye. Miceral mimicked Farrell’s position, and his blond hair shimmered when it caught a shaft of moonlight from the newly risen moon.
For all his effort, Klissmor never caught Nerti. They reached the northern edge and had careened back when a powerful flare lit the dark sky from a spot above the gates. Farrell recognized the aura instantly. What did Wesfazial want?
“We’re being summoned back,” he told Nerti, not trying to hide his disappointment.
Nerti raced Klissmor to the front gate, and the pair arrived side by side. Farrell and Miceral quickly dismounted, and Farrell moved to one of the permanent Doors on this side. Careful to avoid the horn, he put his head to Nerti’s forehead and kissed her between the eyes, a thanks for the ride.
Smiling broadly, he waved to close the Door and took Miceral’s hand. Before they reached the gate, his smile drained.
“Honorus’s butt cheeks!” His curse earned him a stifled laugh from Miceral. “That man is always scowling at me. What is it now?”
When they arrived, Wesfazial, his face pinched and tight, “greeted” them.
“What in the Eight Gates of Neblor do you think you were doing?” He barely contained his anger. “You’re supposed to be resting, not off romping around at night on a unicorn’s back. And what demon possessed you to open Doors? You’re not supposed to be using magic. At all!” He paused for a breath, then turned his glare on Miceral. “And you. Not content to wound him, now you’re trying to kill him by not letting him rest?”
Farrell put fingers to lips and whistled loudly. When his mentor stared at him, he shook his head slowly. “Sometimes it’s better to ask questions before launching into a lecture.”
Wesfazial’s eyes narrowed, but he kept silent.
“Nerti healed me with her horn.” Raising both eyebrows, he waited a moment before adding, “I assume that’s all you wanted.”
“Um, no, there’s nothing else.” The older wizard shook his head as Farrell led Miceral inside. “Sorry, but I was apoplectic when I saw you four galloping about like that. Forgot about those unicorn horns.”
Laughing at the contrition, Farrell turned abruptly and put his hand on Wesfazial’s shoulder. “Sooner or later you’ll have to let go and realize I’m not the juvenile you met when you arrived.”
“It will take a long time for me to forget those days. I’m glad you’re all right, but be careful around this big oaf. He only looks slow.” Wesfazial gripped Miceral’s shoulder in his meaty hand before walking away. 


AUTHOR BIO: Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of nineteen years, their daughter and dog.  In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. 'insiders', Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day.

Twitter:  @andrewqgordon


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