💕 An M/M (and possibly M/M/M 😉) Russian Fairy Tale
💞 Can trust once broken be rebuilt?
🌾 A gentle story about two people who are hurt and angry and tired, finding their way toward each other and healing.
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🏯 A struggling artist. A devoted son. Will they sacrifice everything for forbidden desire?
📚 Wayne Goodman has a new gay spec fic/romance/historical fiction short story collection out: “All the Right Places.”
🎸 A Rockstar with a secret is injured in a freak accident. A single dad Navy corpsman comes to his aide. Neither expected romance to bloom, but will their secrets end it before it begins?
💖💖💖 Apart, they are incomplete. Together, they are perfect.
🐺 A kidnapping, slave auction, revelations of long-kept family secrets, and a rare, powerful gift from the gods…
🎸 Will their secrets end it before it begins?
🎸 Fall in love this summer…
🐈 “The quintessential cosy and a fun story to throw yourself into.”
📚 From Monday: “He’s not hopeless. He’s an uptight git. Um, like in general. Not because he was bothered by me nonconsensually kissing him. Okay, let me rephrase: he’s an uptight git who, independent of his uptightness and gititude, isn’t into me.”
📚 From Sunday: “Are we watching another one?” he asks as he crosses in front of the TV with Bernard riding his shoulder. The screen has that obnoxious Are you still there? message on it. Fuck you, Netflix. Don’t judge my life choices.
🍸 Mix one bartender and one barista. Stir well for romance.
📚 From Sunday: The familiar, comforting, theatrical scents of aged wood, fabric, mothballs, and sewing-machine oil greeted Ellery as he walked into the costume room at the old theater on Wallace street Monday evening. It was clear, from the sudden cease fire, that everyone had been talking about him. Even the blank papier-mâché faces on the masks on the prop shelf looked vaguely guilty.
Princes Marcelo and Efren (from The Contingency Plan and The Best-Laid Plans) are among my favorite characters, so I suppose it’s no surprise that their story is the one I came back to first when my muse reappeared. I promised you this opening scene the other day on Facebook, so here it is.
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📚 From Tuesday: On the one hand, it was nice to experience a profitable day. On the other hand, Scene of the Crime was probably not a sustainable business model.
Purchase Available in paperback and in ebook format in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon: Kindle | Paperback The Stark Divide by J. Scott Coatsworth Humankind has just taken its first step toward the stars. Series: Liminal Sky (book #1)Publisher: Other Worlds InkCover Artist: J. Scott CoatsworthRelease Date: July 10, 2020Length: Novel / 86,000 words / 292 pagesGenre etc.: Sci-Fi, LGBTQ+ Identities, Bi, Trans FTM, Gay (Bi character not evident until book 2), body …
This is a bonus scene for When Are You?, but it’ll stand alone as a fun little scene even if you haven’t read the novel it spins off from.
In the novel, Lucas Schmidt is a minor but fun side character. So minor, that beta readers who haven’t read the completed story are scratching their heads if they’re reading this and mumbling, “Who the heck is Lucas?” Still, Lucas added an interesting twist to the story, and a way to better show some pertinent information that happens late in Leo and Vinnie’s story.
However, since the novel is all from Vinnie and/or Leo’s POV, once Lucas gets shoved back through the portal, we are left with only our imaginations to wonder what happens next in his life. This scene is from Lucas’s POV and picks up immediately after he’s pushed through the portal, back to the present.
Originally posted in my June, 2020 newsletter using 20 prompt words provided by newsletter subscribers.
📚 From Tuesday:
I laughed and pulled out a seat next to him, then opened the first pizza box. “You’re meatlovers,” I said, sliding it closer to him. “And my chicken and pineapple.”
He stared at me, wide-eyed. “Okay, what the hell? Chicken and pineapple? How were we together?”
From Sunday: He pressed his forehead to mine, still loosely holding my chin. “I see someone who is kind and sho stops to see the beauty of the world. Someone who likes to watch the birds fly in the sky, wondering where they go… wondering what it’s like to soar amongst the clouds. I see an intelligent mind who ponders what makes the sky blue and where the sun goes at night. But mostly… I see my truest companion.”
📚 From Tuesday: He shrugged and popped the tater tot in his mouth. Talking around it, he said, “One of our friends is trans.” It came out so casually, like he’d just said someone’s dad had gotten orders or it was hot outside. Normal day. Nothing to see here.