Pimping - new High Ball out today

Honor Among Thieves by BA Tortuga Enoch is a connoisseur of fine gems. So much so that if he can’t buy the ones he wants, he steals them. Cormac is a slip of smoke, a fellow thief who brings Enoch the most beautiful tidbits, chief of which is Cormac himself. Enoch finds Cormac irresistible, and is determined to collect him.

The resultant adventure put a smile on my face every time I opened up the file to edit it. There's an interview and a sample to get your mouth watering here.

Also - this is the High Balls line's six month anniversary - they've gone past awfully fast. I'm still having a blast with the editing, even if it has slowed down my writing, and I just want to send out a quick thank you to all of 'my' authors, for their wonderful stories, and to the Press for giving me the chance to be involved.  And, of course, to everyone who's bought and read them!  Happy half-birthday ;)

Pimping - new High Ball out today

Honor Among Thieves by BA Tortuga Enoch is a connoisseur of fine gems. So much so that if he can’t buy the ones he wants, he steals them. Cormac is a slip of smoke, a fellow thief who brings Enoch the most beautiful tidbits, chief of which is Cormac himself. Enoch finds Cormac irresistible, and is determined to collect him.

The resultant adventure put a smile on my face every time I opened up the file to edit it. There's an interview and a sample to get your mouth watering here.

Also - this is the High Balls line's six month anniversary - they've gone past awfully fast. I'm still having a blast with the editing, even if it has slowed down my writing, and I just want to send out a quick thank you to all of 'my' authors, for their wonderful stories, and to the Press for giving me the chance to be involved.  And, of course, to everyone who's bought and read them!  Happy half-birthday ;)

icicles, for snow_vic

The thin clear sunshine was forcing a false thaw, the icicles along the eves channeling a symphony of fat drops and patters of water from the crusted roof into the pitted snow beneath. Karl had cracked open the kitchen window, despite Breck's complaints about the chilly air, and the soft sounds punctuated the wintertime routine of cooking and cleaning and carving, made him think of spring, put a sparkle in his eye. Plus, he could think of a thing or two else that could be perked up by the touch of cold air.   Just for a couple of hours, while the sun was high enough to make the ice drip and shimmer, Karl reackoned it was worth airing out the bedroom, especially if he'd have to bulldoze Breck into letting him. The fresh air and the sunlight gave him energy, made their little house seem more open, and make up sex was always fun.

icicles, for snow_vic

The thin clear sunshine was forcing a false thaw, the icicles along the eves channeling a symphony of fat drops and patters of water from the crusted roof into the pitted snow beneath. Karl had cracked open the kitchen window, despite Breck's complaints about the chilly air, and the soft sounds punctuated the wintertime routine of cooking and cleaning and carving, made him think of spring, put a sparkle in his eye. Plus, he could think of a thing or two else that could be perked up by the touch of cold air.   Just for a couple of hours, while the sun was high enough to make the ice drip and shimmer, Karl reackoned it was worth airing out the bedroom, especially if he'd have to bulldoze Breck into letting him. The fresh air and the sunlight gave him energy, made their little house seem more open, and make up sex was always fun.