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Let’s Try This Blogging Thing Again

September 8, 2013

I’ve fallen down on blogging in 2013. Between being busy with SMP and KSCharms, there have been bumps in the life. Right now, my husband is unemployed. I’m crossing my fingers that a third stage interview this week leads to a job offer. πŸ™‚ If you’re the praying type, I wouldn’t mind it right now!
 
K. Piet and I have been busy with our writing. Immortal Symphony: Overture‘s final episode, Homecoming, drops on Friday. πŸ˜€ It also includes a smexy illustration from Nathie and a short about how Dorian met John, but those extras are only for season pass holders. If you haven’t signed up yet for the season pass, grab it now. πŸ˜€
 
At the moment, I’m working on cleaning up a novella set in Egaea, K.’s and my huge fantasy world. This one is about Trystan, the king of a forest realm in Sephryn, during the sieges against his kingdom by the magic-wielding Doran. It lays the foundations for Bleidd, the king of Stoyrm, and his story millennia later (as Bleidd is the great-grandson of Trystan). I’m excited to be actively working on the first installment in the World of Egaea books, and when I’m done with it, K. and I will finally plunge into Bleidd’s story (The Wolf-King).
 
I’m also trying to finish up Human Rights by the end of the year, and K. and I will be working on Lessons in Cowboy and Immortal Symphony: Counterpoint throughout the fall and winter. πŸ˜€ I want to have lots of goodies for our readers come 2014!
 
I did have a release recently, though it’s more of a rerelease. The short story I wrote with K. for Fraternal Devotion is now out on it’s own!
 
on-the-edge_500Songwriter Andrew uses drugs to quiet his uncertainties about his ongoing relationship with his twin brother, Ben. Ben, on the other hand, feels no guilt or shame and only wants to be able to love Andrew openly, without all of the pretense. Time and again, Andrew gives in to his desires for Ben, only to lose himself in the alcohol and drugs once more. No matter how hard Ben tries to convince him, Andrew can’t seem to reconcile his mind and his heart. Finally, disheartened by Andrew’s repeated empty promises, Ben begins to pull away, forcing Andrew to choose between letting go and finally finding the strength to stop running.
 
Buy On the Edge for $2.49!
 
 
 
 
 
 
If you’re into shinies, drop by my Etsy shop, KSCharms. I’d love to share a few of my favorites with you.
 

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Rainbow Sterling Silver Swarovski and Pearl Dangle Earrings
 
 
 
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Magma – Hand-painted Square Glass Pendant
 
 
 
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Crack the Rainbow – Black Crackle Square Pendant
 
 
 
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Summer Orange Ombre Pendant
 
 
 
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Black Fire — Hand-painted Glass Pendant on Antiqued Silver Cameo Setting

 
 
 
We’re in the process of adding a lot more to the shop. πŸ™‚ We also take all sorts of custom orders. Take a look, and if you like something, grab it! I’ve even created a special coupon for anyone who finds this blog post. For the rest of the fall, take 15% off your order of $15 or more! Use coupon code SLBLOG during checkout! Also, you could like us on Facebook or follow us on Twitter. We will be doing one-day sales announced only in those places soon!
 
So… yeah. Busy. I’ll leave you with a bit of a tease for Trystan and his love interest, Galvin. ;D
 

 
“Lord Korbin should arrive in a few hours, my lord. Your son has gone to meet him.” Galvin couldn’t meet Trystan’s amber gaze. Neither he nor Llyr had informed Trystan that Korbin was on en route to ScΓ‘il. It had been a calculated decision, and now he would see if sparing Trystan the time to work up into a proper fit of indignant rage paid off.
 
A low growl brought Galvin’s eyes to the feral figure crouched against the wall. “I suppose I should have expected that the great Lord Korbin would desire to have his turn to gaze at the oddity.”
 
Galvin’s gaze darkened. “Korbin doesn’t wish to stare at you, Trystan. He has always been your friend and ally; don’t discount what he could do to aid you and your condition. He is a great healer.”
 
Trystan gave a low, mirthless chuckle. “We shall see.”
 
Galvin sighed and glanced around the room again, as he did every time a silence fell between them. He didn’t know what to say to Trystan most of the time. It shamed him that he would grow uncomfortable looking at Trystan, his body remembering the heat and smell of Trystan pressed against him and the frank statement of what he would have done to him should Llyr have not been in the room that day. Galvin knew, deep within himself, that he wouldn’t have stopped Trystan from fucking him, and the knowledge disquieted him.
 
“Why should it upset you, Galvin?”
 
Galvin whipped his head back around to stare in disbelief at Trystan. The smirk on Trystan’s face riled something old in Galvin, something visceral he’d thought dormant since the last onslaught of Rigora. “What?”
 
“It’s instinct,” purred Trystan. “Mating. Sex. Lust.” Trystan licked his lips seductively before smiling at him, revealing sharpened teeth Galvin could almost feel in his skin.
 
Galvin shook himself and glared at Trystan. “Don’t be so crude, my lord. We are above such base actions.”
 
Trystan leaned forward in his crouched position and regarded Galvin, sarcastic amusement dripping from his words. “Are we, now? Or are we simply more adept at hiding it, repressing it?”
 
“It is the mark of intelligence for a people to overcome base instinct in favor of more enlightened attitudes.”
 
“Then am I becoming less intelligent?” Trystan parried.
 
“The very fact that you can ask that question negates it,” Galvin riposted. This was an old argument; it was old a week ago and showed no signs of being resolved any time soon.
 
“And the very fact that I could kill you in the space between breaths throws that intelligence into sharp relief.” Trystan was stalking now, pacing back and forth across the room, his eyes never leaving Galvin.
 
Galvin remained calm and returned Trystan’s stare with a passivity he had learned to affect when these moods came upon Trystan. “The capacity for violence, or the lack of one, is not a measure of intelligence. No one doubts Doran’s intelligence, yet his capacity for violence knows no limits.”
 
Trystan froze, leveling an acidic glare across the room. “So, I am no less intelligent, just more evil.”
 
“Evil is subjective.” Galvin tilted his head. “Do you think Doran considers himself evil? Of course not. To his mind, we are the evil that must be purged or enslaved for our own good. Similarly, the wolf is not inherently evil. It can only be considered such by outside observers. As I was saying yesterday…”

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