Fairest’s Rebirth

It’s been a long time since Fairest stopped by this Cauldron.

It’s time for a little teaser from my f/f fantasy fairy tale and first release. It’s being reborn into an entirely new edition for Nine Star Press’s Once Upon a Rainbow anthology on November 20, 2017.

Here’s a peek at which it will change into…

My good witch entered the room, gliding in with an effortless grace any court lady would envy. Not that I was surprised to see her. When had Oriana not been at my side? Once upon a time, my mother had begged her to find a cure for my curse. She’d been at the castle since I was an infant, keeping an eye on me. She always knew where to find me. Free from the painted gaze of the portrait, I turned to look at her instead.

Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s QueerBlogWed, a time to share and post about something queer. Peter is more than willing to step up to the challenge, even though the object of his affections is less than willing.

Picking up right where we left off on Monday in Unwilling to Be Yours.

“Well, according to your website, you deal with only the unusual,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Website?” Christopher frowned. A tiny, perplexed wrinkle appeared in the middle of his forehead.

No way. No boy his age could not know what a website is.

“What’s that?” Christopher blinked at me, confused by whatever he saw on my face.

I couldn’t believe this. What day and age was this boy living in?

I considered the cobblestone road leading up to the Navel. All the tiny cottages and buildings, which could have belonged to another time.

Perhaps Omphalos did.

“It’s similar to telepathic links, or magic scrolls,” Gabrielle explained, as if the latter were the most natural things in the world.

Maybe they were, here. Telepathic links. Magic scrolls.

I bit my lower lip. This was exactly the sort of place I’d been searching for, to get away from some of the craze of modern confusion.

Here’s hoping Omphalos didn’t lack all modern conveniences.

Paul would have loved it here. Much as he stalked the nightclubs, he adored quiet retreats where he could simply listen to his own thoughts.

The thought of him brought a lump to my throat.

No. I wouldn’t brood. I refused to.

Gabrielle chose not to notice my moment of distraction. She continued in her explanation of modern online addresses, which most of the world I’d come from took for granted.

“A website is a way to let people know in an instant, no matter where they are, about the Navel.” She glanced at me with a sly smile. “If they have the knowledge and tools to access us.”

“Well, I can see you live up to the name of all things bizarre,” I smiled at Gabrielle. “I hope I am the right kind of bizarre for you.”

“We’ll see,” Gabrielle offered me a mysterious smile of her own. “It depends on how you handle your first customer.” She nodded at the door.

Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate one’s Me-ness. 🙂 Especially if you’re a member of QueerSciFi.

Peter is quite adept at strutting, so I’ll let him to do it. 🙂 He’s going to pick up right where he left on Saturday and answer Christopher’s question in Unwilling to Be Yours.

Unwilling to Be Yours is the second prelude to Stealing Myself From Shadows, my novel under revision. Stealing Myself From Shadows is the first book in my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest series.

“Only a few months, though I could be persuaded to stay longer.” I loaded each word with playful innuendo. “I would like to convince you that I can fill the shoes of your Damian.” I raised myself upright to look him straight in the eye. “Here in the Navel, if nowhere else.”

“Don’t look at me,” Christopher said. The bitterness in his voice was sharp enough to slice the air. “I’m not the one you have to convince. Fortunately.”

“Christopher!” Gabrielle snapped. “Enough! I know you’re depressed, but quit taking it out on Peter!” The sharpness in her voice was like a whip crack. “You’re not the only one who misses Damian!”

Christopher stared at Gabrielle, as if she’d hit him.

She glared right back at him, eyes glittering with angry grief.

I felt like an intruder. A very uncomfortable intruder.

“Perhaps it is too soon for anyone to try and fill your vacancy.” I glanced from unhappy face to unhappy face. “I can go, if you’re truly uncomfortable with my being here.”

“I’m not.” Gabrielle crossed her arms, keeping her glittering gaze fixed upon her son. “We need someone to help out in the shop, since Damian is no longer here.”

Christopher’s shoulders quivered, making his entire frail frame sway.
For a moment, I could the invisible wind, which battered at his slender body. Only this one came from his heart. There was no quelling the storm, which threatened to pick up and fly away with him.

“I’m sorry.” Christopher lifted his head to meet my eyes. His irises swam with in a riot of colors, dissolving into a sober violet blue. “Could you please not flirt with me? It isn’t just uncomfortable.” His lower lip trembled. “It reminds me…”

He stopped talking. Unable to bear my gaze, his own dropped to the floor. “It’s actually painful.”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing, if it’s painful.” I wanted to move a little closer, lay a hand on his shoulder, but I knew he wouldn’t like it. I kept a respectful distance. “Flirting is part of my nature, but I will do my best to restrain myself.”

“Thank you,” Christopher breathed. Those hushed words were entirely too seductive.

Not flirting was going to be a challenge. Here’s hoping I was up to it.

Unwilling to Be Yours

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets! Every Saturday, six sentences of LGBTQ+ fiction are posted and shared. They can be your own. They can be someone else’s. All that’s required is that they be LGBTQ+.

To read a wide variety of samples from LGBTQ+ stories, go to https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=group_header

Mine is a little longer than six sentences, forgive me. (apologetic bow) I’m already ending on an unanswered question or rather Christopher is. He, Peter, and Gabrielle are picking up right where they left off on Wednesday (QueerBlogWed) in Unwilling to Be Yours.

This is the second prelude to Stealing Myself From Shadows, my novel under revision. Stealing Myself From Shadows is the first book in my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest series.

“Peter seems odd enough to fit in around here.” Gabrielle gave her son a sidelong look, while crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m willing to give him a chance.”

“I will do everything in my power to be worthy of that chance, even if I’m only here for a little while.” I bowed again, sneaking a glance at Christopher from my lowered vantage.

“Only a little while?” Christopher was suddenly much friendlier. “How long are you going to be here?”

Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s QueerBlogWed! A day to blog about all things queer. Peter and the Navel qualify in more ways than one. 🙂 They’re going to pick up right where they left off on Monday in Unwilling to Be Yours.

Unwilling to Be Yours is the second prelude to Stealing Myself From Shadows, my novel under revision. Stealing Myself From Shadows is the first book in my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest series.

“Your heart belongs to another. I understand, but I refuse to give up so easily.” I gave him a cheerful smile, meant to reassure him that my comment had been nothing, but a joke.

If only I could convince myself of that as well.

Stop ogling the boss’s son, I told that self. Concentrate on the boss instead.

“After all, I am here to fill a vacancy.” I made another slight bow in Gabrielle’s direction. “I shall endeavor to do so, in every way.”

Gabrielle’s smile faltered at my words.

All right, that has been the wrong thing to say.

“You’ll fail.” Christopher spoke with a bleakness which was worse than anger. “No one can replace Damian. Not ever.”

“That remains to be seen.” Gabrielle gentled the severity of her statement by using a much softer voice. “Someone has to replace him in the store, for at least a little while.”

She locked her blue eyes with mine.

Something darker and older seemed to slither behind them, assessing everything about me.

It was an effort not to shudder.

There was more to Gabrielle than the cheerful, goofy exterior she’d presented.

Not that I hadn’t guessed that. The energies moving around the shop were proof that the proprietor of the Navel was more than she appeared.

Something told me I’d have to take care around Christopher, even if she was amused by my flirting. The order to keep my lips off of her son hadn’t been entirely said in jest.

Gabrielle nodded her head slightly, allowing a tiny smile to play across her lips.

I got the impression she’d guessed what I was thinking.


Unwilling to Be Yours

Welcome to Me Me Monday! A day to strut, promote, and celebrate your Me-ness! Especially if you’re a member of Queer Sci Fi.

Peter is going to do his best to strut his in the next part of Unwilling to Be Yours, prelude to Stealing Myself From Shadows. He’s just met his potential boss, Gabrielle, plus he’s fighting off irresistible attraction to the boss’s son.

Never sleep with the boss’s daughter is an old adage, but what about the boss’s son? Not that Christopher is inclined to let Peter get that close to him.

Ah, so his name is Christopher. I watched him approach, wishing I could repeat his name, let it roll around on my tongue, taste it.

I felt my lips twitch with the urge to speak, but I didn’t.

He bowed his head, keeping his eyes downcast, avoiding mine or Gabrielle’s.

“Pleased to meet you, Peter.” It was an attempt at politeness, but I could tell he didn’t mean a word of it.

“The pleasure is all mine.” I used my most silky tone. Paul had called it my just before bedroom voice. Not too obviously provocative, but with just a hint of suggestion.

I sidled up to Christopher and claimed his hand.

Before he could protest, I raised his hand to my lips and kissed it.

“O ho, you rogue!” Gabrielle scolded, not entirely without approval. “Keep your lips off my son, if you wish to stay here!”

Christopher jerked his hand back.

He glared at me, eyes widening, lower lip quivering with outrage.

It was enough to make any self respecting pervert want to ravage him.

Fortunately, I’m a gentlemanly pervert.

I dropped his hand and backed away.

“Forgive me.” I watched Christopher from beneath lowered eyelashes.

The crimson blooming in both his cheeks reminded me of apples. You just had to take a bite out of them.

“I admit, I have a bad tendency towards roguery, but I promise to keep my lips to myself.” I made a slight half step back, giving him additional space.

He stared at me with huge eyes and trembling lips. So deliciously shy.

All right, I was trying to be a gentlemanly pervert. I turned back on temptation and towards my future employer.

I bowed to Gabrielle, allowing myself to go a little lower. After all, she was the one I wanted to impress, not Christopher.

Christopher was just, well, desirable, for all his desire not to be.

Gabrielle smiled at me, lips twitched, trying to contain her amusement. Hardly the swooning response I’d hoped for from the lady, but at least she was entertained.

“You can keep your lips and your roguery away along with your hands!” Christopher growled, trying to keep his tongue from tripping over itself in anxiety. “I’m not interested in that sort of thing!”

He pressed his lips shut and wrapped his arms around himself. He stared at the floorboard, clearly wishing they’d swallow him

This made me feel a little guilty. If he was that unwilling, teasing him wouldn’t be much fun.

Unwilling to Be Yours

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets! Every Saturday, six sentences of LGBTQ+ fiction is posted and shared. It can be your own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQ+ fiction.

To read a wide variety of samples from such stories, go to https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=group_header

Peter picks right where he left off on Wednesday in Unwilling to Be Yours, my second prelude to Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest.

He’s just met Gabrielle, pausing in mid flirt to gawk at the attire of the Navel’s proprietor. ‘Brie was loving every minute of it (she prides herself on her oddball fashion sense), when she noticed her son skulking in the background.

This is seven sentences, not six, so bear with me. They’re short sentences. I was tempted to add a little more, but I managed to restrain myself.

Gabrielle looked up. Her smile vanished.

“Christopher!” A worried wrinkle popped out in the center of her forehead. “Stop skulking and come introduce yourself!”