Creating planets and guarding the stars leaves novice planet builder Kai Faewiva lonely. For members of Kai’s species who are born with an organ called a caerellon, their true love, their Sun or Moon, is identified at birth. But the novices are people who have lost their perfect love, and Kai’s Sun is long dead, killed in an accident when he was five years old. Or so everyone thought.
After recovering from another bout of the unidentified illness he has battled for years, Kai returns to work. But his quiet day at the planetarium is thrown into chaos when scans of Goka Prime, one of the planets in the Sol-Alpha2 system, picks up a life-form that shouldn’t be there. Kai’s Sun, Oliver Gyin, is alive and well, but how he got to be on Goka Prime, no one knows. Now he needs to be brought home.
Ollie has lived most of his life in the City of Harrea, never guessing he is from another planet. Surprised to find a stranger means the world to him, Ollie wrestles with his loyalties and the drive to return with Kai. To leave Goka Prime, he must give up everything and everyone he knows. But twenty years apart means Kai and Ollie face a fight to secure their destined future.
Pages or Words: 108,000 words
Categories: M/M Romance, Romance, Science Fiction
About the author:
Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and young son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.
Where to find the author:
Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25128249-under-glass
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
1. How did you get started writing?
I wrote a lot when I was younger, but put my writing on the back burner when I went to university to study science. Fast forward a decade or so and I needed something to flex my creative muscles and help with stress relief, so I turned back to writing.
2. What is your typical writing routine?
I have a full-time day job so I have to squeeze in my writing whenever and wherever I can. Usually I write after my little boy has gone to bed, sitting on the sofa in the lounge.
3. What’s the craziest thing a fan has said or done?
I’m still at the stage where I’m amazed people read my books, so someone being a fan of my work is still a crazy idea for me
4. What is your best time management tip?
Have a notebook with you at all time and squeeze in a few sentences whenever you have the chance… all those words add up
5. What are you working on next?
My current project in the last in a romantic comedy novella series set in an amateur dramatic society in London. The first is already contracted with Dreamspinner Press, the second is submitted, and I just need to finish writing the third.
The East Terrace had clear views of the city and the hills in the distance, and the setting sun bathed the world in hues of red, purple, and orange. “One of the best views from the palace,” Ollie said. “Guests aren’t usually allowed here.”
Kai glanced back to the door. “Will we get in trouble?”
“No, Menish is a personal friend. He won’t mind.”
“Must be good to have a friend who rules the city.”
Ollie chuckled. “We went to school together. I often have to remind myself that he’s the sultan and not the kid who helped me toilet paper the housemaster’s study windows.”
“Very good friends.”
Ollie didn’t think Kai needed to know just how good a friend Menish had been at one point, although what they had enjoyed was nothing more serious than teenage exploration. “Put it this way: he’d have no problem with me showing you this terrace.”
“The sunset is quite beautiful,” Kai said, turning to face it, and Ollie thought Kai wanted to steer the conversation away from Menish.
“Yes. It changes through the seasons, but I think this is my favorite time of year.”
“Then I am fortunate we chose this time to visit and a place on the mission became available.”
Kai’s choice of word in calling his visit a mission was a little strange, but Ollie thought better of mentioning anything. “Oh, you were. The festival to celebrate the end of harvest starts in a few days, and the city is awash with stalls and street entertainment.”
Kai turned back to him, cocked his head to one side, and smiled. “Perhaps you would agree to be my guide for that as well?”
The hopeful expression and the slight smile made Ollie swallow thickly as he stared into Kai’s dark brown eyes in the failing light. Kai bit his bottom lip and tilted his head back a little to look Ollie in the eye, making Ollie lick his own lips involuntarily. His hand twitched to cup Kai’s cheek and rub his thumb across his cheekbone to prove his hypothesis that Kai’s skin would be soft and warm to the touch.
The little voice in the back of his head returned, and it bluntly reminded Ollie he wasn’t a single man. The pang of guilt made him turn away, and he saw a confused look on Kai’s face. Not only was he in danger of betraying Rica, but he was also leading Kai along on a dance that Kai didn’t know Ollie already had a partner for.
He stepped away, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Kai. I can’t do this. While I can’t deny you have caught my eye like no one else, I am not the type of man to be unfaithful.” There, he’d said it, made it clear he was attached, and Kai’s expression morphed first to confusion and then into hurt. “I don’t understand.”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” asked Kai weakly.
“His name is Rica. He’s away at sea.” The devastation on Kai’s face almost made Ollie step closer and gather him into his arms, but he forced himself to put more distance between them. “I’m sorry, Kai. I was so wrapped up in the connection we seemed to share I lost sight of things. I should never have let it get this far, and I must stop it going further.”
“I see.” Kai turned away. “I wish you a good evening, Mr. Gyin. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to enjoy the view a little longer before I find one of the servants to show me to my room.”
“Of course. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Kai didn’t reply, and Ollie retreated back inside, part of his mind protesting that he was going the wrong way, the other part telling him he was doing the right thing. He turned back to see Kai still standing on the terrace, his head bent. Ollie fled, fearing that if he stayed a moment longer he’d do something he’d really enjoy but regret later.
Tell us a little about yourself!
Known as "The Queen of the Sweetness" (well, two or three people said it anyway!) Raine O'Tierney loves writing sweet, character-driven stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and...friskiness?
Raine lives outside of Kansas City, Missouri with her husband, fellow M/M author, Siôn O'Tierney. When she's not writing, she's either playing video games or fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. Raine believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers.
Writing for 20+ years (with the last 10 spent on M/M) Raine changes sub-genres to suit her mood and believes all good stories end sweetly. Contact her if you're interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or about which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!
You can find Raine here:
In Thirty Things, Nate and Finn check of a list of 30 things to do before Finn turns 30. What would be on your list?
-Visit the Winchester Museum House
-Meditate under a waterfall
-Spend a year cloistered in a temple
Tell us about something you've already checked off your list. Was it everything you thought it would be?
--Visit Japan (Checked and checked! I've gone twice.)
It was everything I thought it would be and more. I miss the food so, so, so much. I could have spent every yen I brought experiencing new cuisine and I would have been happy. :)
While traveling the country, Finn and Nate visit some amazing places. Where have you been that has stuck with you?
Dora, Missouri in the Ozarks which is still in my state, but a WORLD away from Kansas City... I rented a cabin and spent days in front of the fire just writing, journaling, and watching the river. It was magical.
If you could only do one of the things on your list, which would it be?
Spend a year cloistered. I'd like to get away from all media, all electronics, all the "noise" of daily life, and connect with an inner self I've lost. I'd practice deep meditation and hopefully walk away from the experience transformed into a better Raine.
What items would be on your writing bucket list?
-Release an audiobook!
-Hit #1 on a bestseller list
-Win the Newbery (seriously!)
Which books are on your TBR Bucket List?
Honestly? I'd like the read the entire Harmony Ink backlist! <3
Raine has a new book that's out TODAY! I'll Always Miss You is available from Harmony Ink Press now!
Isa Zaman might forgive his parents for taking in a friend’s son if only he wasn't the most boring teenager in the universe. Macklin “Mackie” Cormack’s only interests are reading and the outdoors. Yeah, right. Isa's convinced Mackie is either a pyro or a klepto. Plus, as a white kid, Mackie looks ridiculous in the Zamans' Arab American household. Forced to share a bedroom, the boys keep butting heads until an absurd fight finally breaks the tension between them.
Isa’s just starting to figure life out: this new houseguest, his cultural identity, school, and even girls, when the entire family is uprooted from their home for reasons Isa can't understand. They move from their tiny city apartment to a giant, old house in a small town, hours away from everything he's ever known. Oh, and the new house? It's probably haunted, or so says the blank-faced ten-year-old next door. As if things weren't weird enough, Isa's friendship with Mackie suddenly takes a strange turn down a path Isa's not sure he’s ready to follow. It turns out Mackie Cormack isn’t nearly as boring as Isa once imagined.
And that’s when I realized that my friends had become jerks.
I don’t know what it was, staring at their backs, that made me realize it, but they had.
And I was a jerk too.
Because I hadn’t stood up to them, and I’d put Mackie in this position again, when I knew he didn’t want to be there.
I turned immediately to go.
I knew we couldn’t abandon them, but that didn’t mean I had to stay inside to wait for them. I bumped into a couple dancing and somehow avoided the long-nailed grasp of a very drunk woman who wanted me to dance with her, and then I was near the door. I waited only until the people coming in had moved, and then I charged out of the club. I even told the bored guy with the stamp to kiss my ass.
A couple of girls near the front of the line giggled when they saw me, but I ignored them. I ignored them, and I went to find Mackie and the car.
He sat with his hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. No, glaring straight ahead.
I opened the passenger side door, and I climbed in.
“That was qui—”
I didn’t let him finish his sarcastic remark. I just grabbed his shirt and I pulled him across the seat to me, and I kissed him. Long and hard and good. I was fifteen years old, and I really, really, really didn’t want to be at a bar in Kansas City.
“Let’s go see the library,” I told him.
“Okay,” he replied dumbly.
“Right now, let’s leave those idiots and go see the library.”
“Okay,” he said, putting the car in gear. “Yeah, we’ll come back for them.”
“We’ll come back for them,” I agreed. “But right now, just you and me. Let’s go. Take the car and drive.”
Thank you so much for having me!
A rash vow of celibacy puts Valentine Michaels in the path of seduction.
Val is at a crossroads in his life. A college dropout, he's gone as far as he can in his career as a cosmetologist, owning his own style salon. He no longer finds satisfaction in it, though he's put years into proving to his bigoted parents that a college degree and the veneer of straightness aren't the only roads to success. They'd turned their backs on him, and he proved he didn't need them to make it.
His love life is no better than his working life. His relationships always start with a bang and fizzle into boredom, or worse, anger.
Adrian Grey has his own agenda for helping Val: he's been in love with Val since they were freshmen. The intervening years of listening to Val's gossip about his lovers and relationships have taught Adrian just what it was he did wrong all those years ago, and he thinks this time around he now knows exactly how to get—and keep—his man.
Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance
Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it's nevertheless one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don't belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don't fit?
Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It's why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it's why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I'd had my way, I'd have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I've come to realize that's the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
If I hadn't learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.
Where to find the author:
Publisher: Lime Time Press
Cover Artist: Laura Harner
Tidbits about Lee Brazil:
32 - What it is like being in their head with all those characters?
Not too bad. It's pretty spacious, and a lot of the time they aren't talking to each other.
33 – Do you have characters who argue over whose turn it is next?
No. I usually have to force them into place and coax their stories out of them. They're very close-mouthed for the most part.
34 - What do you do to restore or refill when you need to recharge?
Walk down by the river, or in the woods behind the house.
Impatiently, Val flipped his powder-blue locks over his shoulder, tapping the little whisk broom against the counter where his supplies were arranged neatly. "Derek, you left me standing around at Paul's for an hour, a place I totally hate by the way, without even a phone call to say you weren't coming, and then I walk past you playing ball in the park with your friends on the way back here. I'm not overreacting!"
He ran a swift eye over his supplies. Scissors, combs, spray bottle with water, gel, mousse. Everything in order. While he prepared his workstation, he listened with half an ear to the deep voice on the other end of the phone, trying to explain or rationalize or whatever, but he wasn't into hearing what Derek had to say. The guy was an immature jerk who put his own wants ahead of everything, even if it meant leaving Val standing in a group of young college kids he barely knew, in a bar he usually avoided like the plague. He'd gone to the party in the first place for Derek. Being stood up while doing something so selfless pissed him off. Just once in a relationship, Val wanted to find a guy who put him first, who loved him more than sports, friends, and all the other temptations the wicked world offered. "Just forget it, Derek. You don't get it. It's not just last night; it's the whole last few months."
More rumbling and babbling in his ear. He ran a dust cloth over the client's chair and then adjusted its height. Prepping his station at the salon was second nature and required little of his attention. Kind of like listening to Derek. Why the fuck do I listen to this shit? Derek had all the emotional understanding of a two-ton truck. Cute as hell, but clueless about what would melt Val's heart. In fact, Derek might accurately be called dense altogether. A little consideration, a romantic gesture or two, would go a long way. Hell, an apology instead of an excuse would probably have gotten him a second chance even this morning. Eh. Who are you kidding? Derek is a symptom, not the illness itself. "Fuck off, Derek. It's over. Do me a favor and lose my number, okay?"
Flipping the phone shut, he shoved it into the pocket of his smock and busied himself cleaning up his workspace. A quick spray of glass cleaner to the mirror, a swipe or two with a rag, and he was done. Done with Derek, done with men, done with romance and love and sex, and fuck it all. He could be celibate. Masturbation didn't count as sex, did it? He'd need something if he wasn't getting any.
Pages or Words: 22,000 Words
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