Another Healing

Another Healing

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Hummingbird Update


Evening Update:

She's still here! She kept coming every little while right up until dark. What a sweetie! I hope she finds many more feeders on her way, and that she has a safe trip south.

And I just finished writing a rough draft of a wicked strange story I'm calling Webs. If you thought Slow Awakening was weird...

Last Hummingbird?

Keep your hummingbird feeders out a little longer, at least if you live in New England!

The last of my regular summer hummers left last week, but just now a beautiful little female dropped in. She is clearly a migrant coming down out of Canada -- she fluttered around the unfamiliar feeder for a moment, trying to figure out how it worked, and then she settled on a perch and fed for about three solid minutes without fluttering a wing. The only things moving were her tongue and her throat. I didn't move, either, so as not to scare her.

When she was finished, she zipped over to the nearest apple tree and preened for a little while, getting her feathers in order. She's come back twice to the feeder in the last fifteen minutes. I cracked my window open even though it's chilly out, just to hear the magic hum of her wings. It's got to last me through a long, cold winter.

She may stay here a few hours, or a day, to replenish herself before continuing on to Mexico, or her last few sips may have been enough and she'll head on south this afternoon. If I could transform into a hummingbird...

Oh, that's right! Dragons are my thing.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Slow Awakening

And the Charity Sips are officially out! It's always fun to be part of a big project like this; one of twenty-seven stories being released today to benefit a good cause.

The theme for this year's Charity Sip Blitz is "leather." This was chosen because it's Torquere's ninth anniversary, which is the leather anniversary. Of course BDSM came to mind when we writers were informed, but we were assured we could explore anything to do with leather in our stories.

I, however, saw leather, thought BDSM, and wrote BDSM. Readers who are used to my Notice series are going to think, "Wow." But if you remember all the way back to my first Torquere story, The Glass Man, readers are going to think, "Oh, yeah." On the Torquere heat scale of Bell Pepper, Chile Pepper, Jalapeno, and Habanero, this is a Habanero. I'm not sure what got into me, but it sure was fun!

There were two covers designed for the Charity Sips this year. One has certain -- ahem -- equipment shown, and the other does not. When my editor sent me my copy of the story a little while ago, it had the "equipment" cover. I might have blushed. Just a little.


Here's the official blurb:

In the hills above the castle are caves where, rumor has it, "things" are done to men that leave common soldiers glazed with pleasure. A good king should not even think about such things. If he was caught in the caves, he could lose his crown, if not his life. But to deny forever what he is could cost him his sanity. The night the king visits the caves will either be a night of ecstasy, or a night of doom. It might also be the night he finds the other half of his soul.  


Here's the official excerpt:

In his power, I waited for whatever he would do next.

His fingers pressed my eyelids closed. "Lie still now," he said. "Close your eyes and listen to my voice. Let it surround you. Let it be all that you hear. All that you think. All that you know."

I felt myself going boneless. His fingers stroked a lock of my hair back behind my ear. It felt strange, almost as though I'd done it myself, and yet it had been his hand, not mine. No one had ever touched me like that before. Men knelt to me, kissed my hand, but never touched me. Even my servants who helped me dress meticulously avoided contact. To them, my crown was sacred. I was sacred. And the concept that I had wants, feelings, needs, was an impossible notion to grasp.

I should have been expecting his touch on the leather bag again. But it came so unexpectedly and so roughly that I bucked on the table, screaming around my gag. Again, he triggered such a deep response that I struggled until exhaustion brought me back down. His voice went on and on, caressing me, soothing me like sun on a summer day, like gentle wind swirling across a sandy beach. I gave in to him, and he washed through me like the tides that bathed the shores of my country.


And here's my cover:


I hope people enjoy my venture into the world of Habanero. I sure did!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

It's Charity Sip Time Again!

I can't believe it's that time already, but tomorrow, the Charity Sips will be released! This will be my third year to participate. My first story was The Rosebud, my second story was My Boyfriend Has a Scar, and this year my offering is called Slow Awakening. I won't say much yet about it, except that it is a bit of a departure for me. In fact, I'm not sure what got into me, except that it was a lot of fun.

Tomorrow, I'll post the cover and an excerpt.

For now, this is the official scoop from Torquere Press:

For 2012-2013, Torquere's authors have chosen the theme "Leather Bound" in honor of Torquere's ninth anniversary. The ninth is traditionally the leather anniversary, what better theme to let GLBTQ writers go wild. The charity which will benefit from this year's Charity Blitz is NOH8, whose mission is to promote marriage, gender and human equality through education, advocacy, social media, and visual protest. More than twenty five authors have written short fiction pieces and have agreed to donate all proceeds of the sales of these stories to this year's charitable organization. Torquere Press Inc. will match the authors' donations completely.

This year, we're also pleased to announce that our distribution partner, Rainbow eBooks, has agreed to once again be the title sponsor of our Sip collection, and will be our sole distributor outside of the Torquere Books website. Please support our sponsor by visiting them at www.rainbowebooks.com