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Guest Author: C. Kennedy!

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Cotillion Anyone?

Hey, thanks for having me on your blog today, Charli!

In my new book, Slaying Isidore’s Dragons, Declan and Isidore’s parents are diplomats. Declan’s mother is the Irish ambassador to the U.S. and Isidore’s father is the French ambassador to the U.S.

I grew up knowing two ambassadors. They were a married couple who were ambassadors to neighboring countries and saw each other on weekends. Most people don’t realize that ambassadors are extremely powerful people. They carry nearly one hundred percent of the authority of their own president, king, queen, or prime minister in the foreign country of their station. The land that embassies sit on is sovereign land, which means that a little piece of the ambassador’s home country exists right under their feet no matter what country they’re stationed in. Here in the United States, we take the protection of the sovereign land of others very seriously and all embassies located here are guarded by our military, usually by Marines. Diplomatic persons and pouches transporting documents are not subject to search. Any person or package bearing a diplomatic coronet cannot be touched or invaded by anyone. #truestory

Foreign relations are essential to all countries and diplomatic functions are vital to maintaining those relationships. I went to a few in my youth and, plainly stated, they are boring unless you’re into watching insanely dressed up people eat and dance formal dances. In order that I present accordingly at these affairs, my grandfather sent me to Cotillion—which is nothing more than a fancy name for etiquette, deportment, and dance school. You learn everything from how to create a proper place-setting and the purpose of each piece of silverware, to dancing a waltz, and posture—how to sit, how to stand, how to walk, how to carry yourself, and how to greet people. I detested this in my youth yet, as an adult, have found the knowledge invaluable at formal functions. Now, cotillion offers much more than etiquette, deportment, and dance. It provides a leg up to those graduating from middle and high school in the areas of socializing, character development, and presentation for interviews. If you’re interested in learning what Cotillion offers today, check out The National League of Junior Cotillions.

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5 Best friends
4 Vicious brothers
3 STD tests
2 Guys in love
1 Car bombing
Nowhere to run

Follow the burgeoning love of two teens during the worst year of their lives. Irish-born Declan David de Quirke II is the son of two ambassadors, one Irish and one American. He is ‘out’ to his parents but to no one else. French-born Jean Isidore de Sauveterre is also the son of two ambassadors, one Catalan and one Parisian. His four half brothers have been told to cure him of his homosexuality. Both teens have lost a parent in a London car bombing.

5 Weeks of hell
4 Attempts on their lives

3 Law enforcement agencies
2 Dead high school seniors
1 Jealous friend
A love that won’t be denied


Declan and Isidore meet at the beginning of their senior year at a private academy in the United States. Declan is immediately smitten with Isidore and becomes his knight in shining armor. Isidore wants to keep what is left of his sanity and needs Declan’s love to do it. One is beaten, one is drugged, one is nearly raped, one has been raped. They are harassed by professors and police, and have fights at school, but none of it compares to running for their lives. When the headmaster’s popular son attempts suicide and someone tries to assassinate Declan’s mother, they are thrown headlong into chaos, betrayal, conspiracy, allegations of sexual coercion, even murder. And one of them carries a secret that may get them killed.

5 New family members

4 BFF’s
3 Countries
2 Extraordinary Psychologists
1 Courageous Mother

A new beginning for two young men in love

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Raised on the mean streets and back lots of Hollywood by a Yoda-look-alike grandfather, Cody doesn’t conform, doesn’t fit in, is epic awkward, and lives to perfect a deep-seated oppositional defiance disorder. In a constant state of fascination with the trivial, Cody contemplates such weighty questions as If time and space are curved, then where do all the straight people come from? When not writing, Cody can be found taming waves on western shores, pondering the nutritional value of sunsets, appreciating the much maligned dandelion, unhooking guide ropes from stanchions, and marveling at all things ordinary.


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Guest Author: Brynn Stein!

Today my guest is fellow Harmony Ink Press author Brynn Stein!

Welcome Brynn and thank you for visiting!

This is the ninth stop on my blog tour. I’m having such fun, as I always do on these tours, talking about various aspects of writing in general, and Ray of Sunlight in particular and getting to know all of you. Thanks so much for following the tour. If this is your first stop, feel free to go back and comment on the others, listed below, to be entered to win one of five prizes. More about that later.

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today, Charli. I always love dropping by.

Characters inspired by real life people…sort of.

I’ve already mentioned that Russ was inspired by my students and the homophobes in the story by the people I work with. Now I’d like to talk about CJ’s inspiration. At least part of it.

Years ago, when I was a homebound instructor, raising my own two small children, I taught a little girl with the same kind of cancer CJ has. Let’s call her Jessica.

Jessica was twelve and a half years old and had been fighting cancer for six months when I first met her. Because she was in and out of the hospital and even when she wasn’t she was way too sick to go to school, she need homebound instruction. That means the county schools paid for me to go into her home and work with her so she wouldn’t get too far behind in her studies.

When she was in the Children’s Hospital, of course, she had an educator on staff there who worked with her, but I still visited and kept up to date with what was going on with her. So, by virtue of working so closely with her, I know the symptoms of that kind of cancer, the toll chemo takes on a young body, how education in a children’s hospital works, and unfortunately, how it feels to lose someone so young to cancer.

I worked with her for almost two years. She had just turned fourteen when she went into the hospital for the last time. I visited her, as I always had, but she told me that day that she wouldn’t be there tomorrow. She said that for the first time in two years, she didn’t hurt. (She was always in pain, even with the high powered pain killers she was on). The nurses explained to me that that sometimes happens. The patient’s body shuts down enough toward the end that it doesn’t carry pain impulses anymore.

She was right. She died that evening. Her dad called me the next morning. (I didn’t know him as well as I knew her mom, but mom was justifiably distraught and wasn’t making phone calls.) I think I cried for the rest of the day. She wasn’t the first student I lost to death. And she wasn’t the last. But each one is devastating.

So, now, it feels like a little part of her is immortalized in CJ. He’s really nothing like her, except maybe that indomitable twinkle in his eye. He’s a different age; he has a very different home life. But still…Jessica is sort of the inspiration.


What about all of you? Writers, do you find that your characters are inspired by real life people? Maybe they’re not really anything like them, but the fact that you knew this one real life person went a long way toward your development of this fictional character? Readers, I’m sure far too many of you have had experience with loved ones, or at least people you know, having cancer. I’d love to hear your stories, if you’d like to share short memories, or better yet triumphs, of the people in your life who have fought or are fighting cancer.

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Here’s how the giveaway will work. Visit as many sites as you want, as often as you want. Each comment will enter you to win one of the following prizes: 1st) An autographed paperback copy of Ray of Sunlight, 2nd) An electronic copy of Ray of Sunlight, 3rd) Your choice of audio or electronic copy of Living Again, 4th) An electronic copy of Through the Years, and 5th) an electronic copy of Haunted. The takeovers for Harmony Ink’s blog and Facebook page will be part of the tour, so comments on there will count. I will draw the winners during the FB takeover and will announce them then, but will come back and announce it to all the sites too. So, you don’t have to leave your email address here if you don’t want to, just remember to check back. You’re also welcome to leave your email in the comments if you’d rather or email me at with the subject heading of “just in case”, so I can contact you if you win, if you don’t want to have to stop back by the blog sites. You don’t have to be present at the FB takeover to win.

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3/8/2015 Jana Denardo
3/9/2015 Lex Chase
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Ray of Sunlight

Brynn Stein


Russ Michaels has his whole life ahead of him but no plans beyond dropping out of school as soon as he turns eighteen. He’s been in and out of juvenile detention for the last four years and thoroughly expects to end up in an adult penitentiary at some point. He hates life and everyone in it, especially this latest community service that he earned in lieu of juvie yet again.

CJ Calhoun has big plans. He wants to bring joy and happiness to sick and injured children for as long as he can by performing as a clown. The problem is, he has stage-four cancer and a horrible prognosis.

When circumstances throw these two polar opposites together, they find they have more in common than they imagined. CJ discovers Russ’s talent for art and arranges for Russ to create a mural in the hospital foyer, which leads to a tentative scholarship to the Art Institute. As life changes in ways neither of them could have expected, Russ must work harder than ever to better himself as CJ struggles with his deteriorating health.

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Brynn Stein has always loved to write. Fan fiction, original fiction, whatever. While Brynn wrote in numerous genres—everything from mystery, to contemporary, to supernatural—she had always tended toward strong male characters. And then she discovered “slash,” male/male romance, and all those strong male characters were finally allowed to express their love for one another. It seems that there are always at least two characters clamoring to tell Brynn their story.

Brynn lives in Virginia near her two grown daughters who encourage her writing and provide a sounding board for fledgling stories. When she isn’t writing, Brynn teaches children with special needs. In free time, when such a thing exists, she reads anything she can get her hands on, and haunts bookstores. She draws and paints, and enjoys the outdoors—especially if she can get to the beach—and is always thinking about her next story.

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Guest Author: Raine O’Tierney!

 I’m happy to welcome Raine O’Tierney today! She’s brought one of the main characters from her new Harmony Ink release, I’ll Always Miss You, and a giveaway!

Thank you for visiting, Raine and Mackie!


An interview with Macklin “Mackie” Cormack


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I’m going to give it to you straight, your buddy Isa said you’d be an interesting interview.

—*Sigh* Which really means he just didn’t want to do it himself.


Do you end up doing a lot for Isa?

—If by ‘doing a lot’ you mean reading to him so he doesn’t have to crack open a book himself? Then yes. But I don’t think it’s fair to say that and not say that he does stuff for me, too.

What does he do for you?

—Well…he’s my friend. He wasn’t always. At first he was a total ass—but he wasn’t really a threat. Nothing like some of the kids I met in foster care. Eventually we warmed up to each other. Now we’re close like brothers. Maybe more.


Maybe more? Isa wouldn’t talk about it.

—He’s more confused about it. I don’t know. I sort of “got” that I liked him pretty early on, you know, like that. It didn’t bother me.


Are you dating?

—I’d like to—I think about it a lot—but Isa’s Isa and it’ll come in its own time.


Wow, you’re pretty mature for a fifteen-year-old.

—Uh…thanks? I guess. I’m just quiet. I don’t know if that’s really mature.


You’ve been through a lot with your abusive mother and your father not realizing what was going on. How did you cope?

Lots of reading. Lots of being outside of the house. Foster care was pretty awful—but the alternative was Mom. So, yeah. Foster care it was.


Is it weird living with an Arab-American family?

—Not at all! I really love the Zaman family. I wish they would cook more Moroccan food though, or I wish Rashid would come over more often. I didn’t even know I liked it until I met them and now I can’t get enough!


So, do you really think the house is haunted?

—I don’t know… Pretty spooky stuff happens, though, and I don’t have an explanation. We haven’t seen the ghost, but… that doesn’t mean she isn’t there.


Anything you want the world to know about you, Mackie Cormack?

—I’m not glass. My experiences have made me who I am.



I’ll Always Miss You by Raine O’Tierney

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.




He took a deep breath. “That’s sort of the thing. I don’t like anything about her.”


“She asked me out.” Mackie shrugged. “But I don’t really like her all that much either.”

I couldn’t wrap my head around it. We’d been ignoring each other for all that time over a girl he didn’t even like? Bullshit. Complete and total bullshit.

“Are you for real?”


“So why are you going out with her, then?” And then I remembered what he’d said in my room that day, that he was dating her just because…. Because why? If we were ever going to be friends again, then I needed to know. “Why are you going out with her?”

“I really don’t want to talk about that, Isa.”

“C’mon, Mackie. It’s been driving me nuts. Why would you date someone you didn’t even like? Or do you like kissing her?”

“Not… really,” he said. “That’s kind of the thing. I thought I would. But… I don’t.”

The book.

“Okay, then stop.” I shrugged. “We’re supposed to start working at Rashid’s, and we could hang out again, and there’s only like a week left of school. We could be friends.”

I don’t… think that’s… a good idea.”

“You don’t want to be my friend?” I demanded. “What? ’Cause of Katy? ’Cause I was a jerk? That’s stupid, Mackie! It was your fault too! I don’t understand you at all.”

He was quiet for a really long time.

“I’m screwed no matter what I do,” he finally said on a low sigh.

“You think?” I asked, not knowing what he meant. I rolled Dad’s nine iron with my palm.

“Jesus H, Isa. You’re going to make me do this, aren’t you?”

“Yup,” I told him dryly. “Yup, I’m going to make you do this, whatever the hell ‘this’ is.”

He turned his face and stared at me. He stared at me so hard and for so long, I started to get uncomfortable. And then he leaned in, and I thought he was going to whisper it. Whatever the big secret was, whatever he’d been hiding from me, his reasons for dating a girl he didn’t even like, his reasons for not wanting to be my friend, all of it. Instead, he kissed me.


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Raine O’Tierney loves writing about first loves and friendship. She believes the best thing we can do in this life is be kind to one another, and hopes her stories always reflect that. Raine loves encouraging people to write and has been known to repeat the phrase “I believe everyone has a story to tell” endlessly, until she breaks down even the most stubborn non-writer!

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.

Contact her if you’re interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or about which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!







Cover Artist: Bree Archer

Categories: Young Adult | Bisexual | Coming of Age |

ISBN-13: 9781632165244

Pages: 256 pages



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Trevor Tuesdays!

The past three weeks i’ve featured #RealLiveTransAdult photos on Tuesdays, and i think i’ll make Trevor Tuesdays a regular feature! The Trevor Project is my favorite national LGBTQ charity, and i want to share their message of hope and love with everyone.


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The third time’s a charm! This #RealLiveTransAdult is part of a cool series of pics from The Trevor Project.

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Another in the cool series of pics of awesome trans adults from The Trevor Project!

They’re not saying it’s easy, but they’re proving it’s possible.

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This series of pics from The Trevor Project is so cool i had to share.

I hope they’ll continue to add to it!

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It’s all relative…

I was pondering, so i thought i’d share… wouldn’t you like to ponder too?

Happy Holidays!


This space has been pretty quiet lately, but i couldn’t let the holidays slip by without saying hello!

No matter what you celebrate, or how, i hope you’re able to do something that makes you happy.

I also have a free story to share–written by my friend and fellow Harmony Ink author, Christopher Hawthorne Moss. Thank you, Kit, for allowing me to share your story!


An FTM Holiday

By Christopher Hawthorne Moss


Alden stood at the window looking out at all the snow. He thought, “This would be beautiful if I didn’t have to go out and drive in it.” His city, usually rather dingy this time of year, seemed clean and bright with two feet of snow covering the dirt and the garbage. There wasn’t a soul outside. They were all indoors, though thinking about where and with whom, or without whom, did not bear considering.


He felt the bulk of his cat Wizard jump up on the window sill where he himself leaned. He smiled and reached out to cuddle and scratch the fur on his chin. “Happy holidays, Wizard!”


Alden had been feeling melancholy. He was alone for the first holiday season of his life. He’d moved to the city after he told his mom and dad he was a transman. At first they had not understood. Then his dad got really angry, called him names, and his mother cried. His dad got drunk and ordered him to clean up his act. He knew he had to go. He had enough savings from his job at Walmart to move into a tiny apartment in the city where he would look for work. He and his partner spent the last evening they had together just sitting and holding each other. Kim would join him in the city in a year when it was time for the college school year to start. It was hard to be without Kim who could brighten up the most cheerless room with one little smile.


“Wizard, you’re my only friend this year. I hope you don’t mind if you get lots of hugs and kisses,” Aden said.


He could have sworn he saw a smile on the cat’s lips and a twinkle in his eye, but how could you tell in the holiday lights he had put up on the window.


He took out his phone to check to see if he had gotten any texts from Gil. Yes, he had! He opened it and read, “Sorry, dude, but the party got canceled. Too much snow.”


He texted back, “Damn. Well, OK. C U later.”


That put the end on any holiday celebrating he would do this year. He was stuck in his apartment, alone, with hardly anything in the place to eat or drink except for peanut butter and some Kool-Aid. He heard a meow and said, “Oh, Wizard, I’m sorry, I forgot you. I’m never by myself if you are here.”


He settled into a used armchair, tucked his feet up under him to avoid the cold floor, and turned on his little television. He did not have cable but he was close enough to downtown that he could pick up the broadcast stations with an antenna he had made with a metal clothes hanger. It was grainy but he decided it just looked like it was snowing on TV too.


It was probably about midnight when he woke up. He got up and went to look outside. It had stopped snowing. Everything was silent. The snow sparkled like diamonds in the street lights. Many of the windows glowed behind a covering of snow like portals into a frozen castle.


He heard a noise behind him and turned. He almost had a heart attack when he saw a tall fat man in a red and white fur suit with tall black boots stand in the doorway to the corridor. He had a pointed fur hat on, made of the same red and white fur as his suit, with a ball of white fur on the tip, and his hair was long, as was his clean white beard. He smiled and two dimples appeared on either side of his mouth. Alden suddenly noticed the room was bright as if lit by a hundred candles.


“Santa Claus! How did you get in the building?” Alden asked. He knew the building was locked day and night.


“Oh a nice man let me in. He said you were waiting for me.”


Santa put down the huge bag he was carrying and looked around. “First things first,” he said, and he gave the room a sweep with his arm. Everywhere his hand swept looked as if it had tiny diamonds dancing in the air. His faded old armchair became a beautiful wing back chair with an ottoman, upholstered in a warm green and red plaid. His little TV became a wall mounted flat screen, at least 36”. The floor was covered with a rich, thick Persian rug in tones of blue.   His tiny rickety table and chairs became one made of wood and covered with a white linen tablecloth. On top of it was a feast that would make any large family happy at Thanksgiving. The table had a centerpiece of holly and pine cones and another big white candle. He glanced at his kitchen and saw it had all new appliances and a bottle of fine wine chilling in ice in the sink.


“Where did all this come from?” he asked the grinning man.


“Never mind that. We have to make a quick visit.” Santa made another grand sweep with his arm and Alden found himself sitting on a log in the snow by a campfire.


He looked at the others who sat around the fire on logs. They were all dressed in rather dirty and tattered Civil War uniforms. They had wool great coats on because of wintry wind. They huddled over, warming their hands on tin mugs of something that steamed. They laughed, made jokes, slapped each other on the shoulder, and generally did not seem the worse for the frigid temperatures.


Aden looked down at his own clothing. He too was in a uniform like theirs. He looked to his side and saw a young beardless man smiling at him.


“You’re new here, right?” the man said.


“Yeah, I just got here. What do they call this place?”


“Now how would I be after knowin’ a thing like that? That’s the Mississippi River you can smell over there,” he smiled, nodding to the west. “Kind of a dreary place to find yourself in on Christmas.” Alden heard the Irish brogue in the man’s high voice. The man reached one hand to him. “I’m Private Albert D. J. Cashier. Welcome.”


Aden took his hand and shook it. “I’m, um, Alden Light.”


Private Cashier looked at Aden’s shoulder, touched the insignia there, and corrected, “Private Alden Light, you mean. Pleased to know you. Where you from, Private? I’m from Illinois, so I am.”


Just then the man sitting across from them started to sing. He gestured for everyone to pick up his cup or canteen and bottle and take a drink. Alden looked at his own feet and saw a metal bottle there. He picked it up and removed the cap, took a sip, and was pleasantly surprised to find it contained some sort of hot liquor.

The song was “Silent Night.” First the soldier across from him sang, then slowly all the other men joined in. Albert reached over and put a hand on Alden’s shoulder. He moved his chin to encourage him to join in and sing.


“Round yon Virgin Mother and child,” he sang.


He looked up and saw Santa Claus standing behind the soldier who had begun the song. The old man smiled and gestured for Alden to come with him. Alden turned to say goodbye to Albert but found himself looking straight into Wizard’s face. I must have been a dream. He was safe at home again, sitting in his arm chair.


He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He opened them and gasped. There was the wall television, the table with its tablecloth and feast. The room was not as bright now, with fewer candles, but standing in the kitchen pouring two glasses of wine was Kim!


“About time you woke up from your long winter’s nap!” grinned Danny. “Just in time for a glass of wine. Mulled wine.”


Alden stood up and went to his lover. He took one hand and then the glass of wine from the other. He smiled at his darling and tilted his head for a kiss. Warm lips met and his body came alive.


Kim reached to the counter to pick up a small gift and handed it to Alden. “Look what Santa brought!”


“I see what Santa brought.” Alden took Kim in his arms. “Happy holidays, Kim!” he said.


“Happy holidays my love,” he heard in reply.


Happy Holidays to all transmen everywhere from Christopher Hawthorne Moss!


Albert D J Cashier served in the Union Army. This is from Wikipedia:

Albert-CashierOn August 6, 1862, he enlisted into the 95th Illinois Infantry using the name Albert Cashier and was assigned to Company G. The regiment was part of the Army of the Tennessee under Ulysses S. Grant and fought in approximately forty battles,[3] including the siege at Vicksburg, the Red River Campaign and the combat at Guntown, Mississippi, where they suffered heavy casualties.

Other soldiers thought that Cashier was small and preferred to be alone, which was not uncommon. He was once captured in battle, but escaped back to Union lines after overpowering a prison guard. Cashier fought with the regiment through the war until August 17, 1865, when all the soldiers were mustered in and out.

A transcription from a letter written by Thomas Hannah, Jr., a private in Company G, 95th Illinois Regiment, on 17 November 1862, from near Jackson, Tennessee reads:

” … we have just discovered one of our soldiers belonging to this regiment is a woman and she is found out and sent home she is one of those loose characters that used to run around camp in Rockford she put on men’s clothes and enlisted just before we started …”

Thomas Hannah indicates that this woman was sent back to Belvidere.

Also, footnote 4, Blanton, references a “Deposition of J. H. Hines.” In fact, it was Robert Dunn Hannah, brother of Thomas, who gave the deposition in 1915. Thomas Hannah died 21 October 1865 from wounds suffered at Spanish Fort, Alabama.


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No snippet this weekend

I don’t have anything new to share this weekend. It’s Not Our Fault is short enough that I’m bumping up against the 10% limit Harmony Ink allows me to share. I’ll try to resume posting snippets in October.

Enjoy your Sunday. And if you do elect to smash the binary, be careful not to hurt yourself or anyone else. 🙂



And the winner is…

Sara Testarossa!

Thanks to everyone who entered my Rafflecopter giveaway for a signed paperback of the First Time for Everything anthology. This was my first try using Rafflecopter, and it worked out pretty well. Hopefully I’ll have reason to use it again sometime soon. 🙂

Tomorrow I plan to bring a copy to my local library. I get get all squishy inside thinking about my story on the shelf where anyone can pick it up and read it, even if they can’t afford to buy an ebook.



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An answering snippet

ITSNOTOURFAULT_FBThumbOkay kids, it’s snippet time again!

This is another 8 from my YA story “It’s Not Our Fault” and it should answer the nagging question—if Jordan stalks a girl, how can it be a queer romance?

If anyone’s interested in the whole “stalking” thing the rest of the snippets are here.

As usual, please ignore the creative punctuation. The antho was well-edited and as far as I know does not contain such run-on sentences. 🙂

I’ve clipped the end of the scene with Mr. Thrift Store-Preppy, and this starts a new section.



SO, YOU can imagine how I felt the first day of my photography class when I walked in and saw her brother sitting in the exact center of the room, fooling around with the settings on an amazing camera. The guy had the same angelic profile, all the way down to the pretty pink lips. Maybe a twin? But even twins wouldn’t look that much alike. He tilted his head to get a closer look at… something… and slipped his pinkie into his mouth just like— That wasn’t her brother.

I chose the seat closest to the door, in case any part of her—him?—was still angry with any part of me, and tried to forget she was there by looking through some of my photos. I came across one from that day, and it seemed like a good time to study it; I’d been walking on NW Ninth, a few blocks from Powell’s, the focal point of the shot was a particularly striking architectural feature that I couldn’t remember the name of with the scent of vanilla filling the room.


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It’s a book!

ITSNOTOURFAULT_FBThumbThe anthology is out! Whohoooooo! I’m so excited to share this little story with the world. I hope you like Jordan and Nay as much as I do.

What would a release day be without a party?

And what would a party be without party favors?

Pretty dull, that’s what.

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First Time for Everything

A Harmony Ink Press Young Adult Title

There’s nothing like the first time. Whether it’s a first crush, first date, first kiss, or finding tolerance and approval for the first time, for gay, lesbian, bi, and trans teens—or those still exploring and discovering their sexuality and identity—these important firsts can shape the rest of their lives. Gathering the courage to come out to their families, admit their feelings to a friend, or go to school presenting as the people they really are can be a struggle. But with the support of their allies and their own inner strength, the brave young people in these stories take the first steps toward happiness and living on their own terms. From sweet stories of newly discovered love, humorous accounts of awkward dinners and dances, to fights for acceptance and even survival, the teens in this anthology must face new challenges and rise to meet them. These are the first times they’ll never forget.

Midnight in the Maze by J. Leigh Bailey
A Warrior from a Different Tribe by S.A. Garcia
His World by Eric Gober
Just Right by John Goode
It’s In Their Kiss by Kevay Gray
It’s Not Our Fault by Charli Green
Courting Billy Roth by Nick Hasse
Dressed to Swim by Renee Hirsch
Beautiful by Ella Lyons
First Date by Nicole McCormick
Step by Step by Emily Moreton
Kissing Scars by Jo Ramsey
Dear Cody by Eric Renner
Dating My Best Friend by Caitlin Ricci
Summer Crush by SR Silcox
When Wolverine Met Taylor by Andrea Speed
Me and My Friend by Emery C. Walters
Kiss and Makeup by Allison Wonderland


It’s Not Our Fault by Charli Green

Jordan Pond graduated from high school a year early. He didn’t know he’d have three weeks to fill before his first day of classes at the community college. He also didn’t know that during those seemingly endless weeks he’d have an awkward painful experience at Powell’s City of Books that might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to him, even if it causes him to question everything he thought he knew about himself.


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