Two new things

I mentioned this one yesterday but the Project Fierce anthology is out. You can check it out here. Project Fierce Anthology is now up for pre-order. I'm in this great cause with so many other talented authors. The money raised goes to help LGBT homeless youth around Chicago. My story Nothing But Himself is urban fantasy and I really had a great time writing it. So if you want to help a good cause, pick up a copy. It’s over 600 pages so you’re getting a lot of great reads for your money and helping some kids in really bad situations.

Here's a little teaser for Nothing But Himself I hope you enjoy Strange and his world.

The outdoor light cast a feeble, yellow glow over the cracked and crumbling cement porch attached to the front of the long, narrow house. The two ground-level windows had their thick curtains pulled tight, and the tiny window that opened into Strange's cramped upstairs bedroom was dark. It would remain dark. Strange didn't know why he came here anymore.

Except he was almost sixteen and he had nowhere else to go. The outdoor light was his grandmother's signal she had company, and she had that more nights than she didn't. The abandoned house next door had been a refuge for him until the upstairs collapsed, killing a couple of meth heads in the process. His grandmother had gotten jumpy then, letting him into her house so the cops wouldn't get suspicious that anything was wrong. Before that, he'd been locked out for months.



And my Love's Landscape story is out on Goodreads at the M/M romance group (you do have to be a member to see it but it IS free). Triskelion is a m/m/m story set in Athens Oh. You can find it here. Triskelion

And here's a taste of Triskelion. For reference, Derrek and Doug are werewolf twins, Jason is an ancient vampire and Faolan and Brighid are Druids (grandson and grandmother).

“I can’t imagine too many wolves want to be collared.” Faolan stabbed with the shovel again, very glad he couldn’t read Doug’s mind at this point.

“Just the pervy ones,” Jason pointed out with a laugh.

“We’re not pervy.” Derrek slapped Jason’s arm.

“I’m amazed you can say that with a straight face.” Doug shook his head.

“Don’t you have a bunch of werewolves in a van to get back to?” Derrek glared, snapping his jaws at his twin’s neck. Doug cuffed him.

“Boy, I hope someone cracked a window so they can get their heads out.” Jason lolled his tongue for emphasis.

“Jason.” Faolan shoved him, ricocheting Jason toward Derrek.

“You suck.” Derrek pushed Jason back to Faolan

Jason flung his arms out to either side to ward them off. “Of course. I’m a vampire.”

“On that note, I’m out of here. Derrek, call us if you need us.” Doug shoulder bumped his brother.

“If you need to go and run Derrek, we’ll manage,” Faolan said, wondering what he looked like as a wolf. Probably like his twin, dark, solid and handsome.

He shook his head. “I’m fine. I can always just run around here.”

“Better get a tennis ball so you can play fetch with him, Faolan.” Jason beamed, and Derrek’s hackles went up.

“Jason, I’m digging a damn big hole here. I can bury you in it,” Faolan warned. He’d miss Jason, but the silence might be blissful.

Jason shrugged. “He’ll probably be too busy chasing cars and licking himself, anyhow.”

Derrek balled up his fists. “I’m going to—”

“Pick up a shovel and get to work,” Brighid finished for him. She leveled a look at the men. “The three to join can get this garden done in no time.”