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And she's off...
Yay! Off to Kaprun, for family holiday/refresher course in speaking German and eating Strudel.
I'll be back on August 2nd – which is when Making Contact comes out!
To whet your appetite, here's a snippet from one of the two stories I've got in this sci-fi themed m/m anthology. The story's called Gifted in Tongues, and you may remember I posted about it last month.
Basically, our hero, Spitz, has been slung in jail for reasons he can't quite remember, and is getting to know his alien cellmate, a six-foot ginger Felid...
"You are a trader?"
"Yeah, biotech mostly, but anything anyone wants delivered, just as long as the price is right. And if we're not there on time with these Tletl zygotes we've got, the price won't just not be right, it'll be freakin' non-existent. Damn!" Spitz slammed his fist into the bunk and winced as it made contact with the rock-hard mattress.
“Careful, human. You do not want the Lacertilians to think you are violent.” The Felid shuddered as if in memory.
“Yeah? Learn that the hard way, did you?” Spitz lay back on the bunk, head pillowed on his hands. “What did they do to you? Cut off your catnip supply? Take away your fluffy ball with a bell in it—” Spitz felt every cubic centimeter of breath leave his body with a whoomph as 180 pounds of spitting feline fury landed on his chest. He looked up into fang central. “Jeez, sense of humor failure, much?”
“My race, human, has a proud and noble heritage. Unlike those whose ancestors spent their time swinging through trees and picking at each other’s lice! We are not household pets!”
Spitz tried to think of a snappy comeback or, in the worst case scenario, an apology, but it was kind of hard. Mainly because his body was having its usual reaction to the close proximity of so much undeniable masculinity and parts of it were also getting kind of hard. Shit. Maybe the Felid wouldn’t notice?
Any hope of that was dashed as Tao’s fangs receded from the vicinity of his jugular and a strange buzzing sound started vibrating through his chest. Spitz frowned. “Are you purring?”
“Perhapsssss.” Tao’s head dropped to nuzzle into Spitz’s neck.
“Listen, not that I want to kill the mood or anything, but weren’t we just having a fight, there?”
“Fighting, foreplay—is there a difference?”
Hope you enjoyed that – look after yourselves until I get back! :D
I'll be back on August 2nd – which is when Making Contact comes out!
To whet your appetite, here's a snippet from one of the two stories I've got in this sci-fi themed m/m anthology. The story's called Gifted in Tongues, and you may remember I posted about it last month.
Basically, our hero, Spitz, has been slung in jail for reasons he can't quite remember, and is getting to know his alien cellmate, a six-foot ginger Felid...
"You are a trader?"
"Yeah, biotech mostly, but anything anyone wants delivered, just as long as the price is right. And if we're not there on time with these Tletl zygotes we've got, the price won't just not be right, it'll be freakin' non-existent. Damn!" Spitz slammed his fist into the bunk and winced as it made contact with the rock-hard mattress.
“Careful, human. You do not want the Lacertilians to think you are violent.” The Felid shuddered as if in memory.
“Yeah? Learn that the hard way, did you?” Spitz lay back on the bunk, head pillowed on his hands. “What did they do to you? Cut off your catnip supply? Take away your fluffy ball with a bell in it—” Spitz felt every cubic centimeter of breath leave his body with a whoomph as 180 pounds of spitting feline fury landed on his chest. He looked up into fang central. “Jeez, sense of humor failure, much?”
“My race, human, has a proud and noble heritage. Unlike those whose ancestors spent their time swinging through trees and picking at each other’s lice! We are not household pets!”
Spitz tried to think of a snappy comeback or, in the worst case scenario, an apology, but it was kind of hard. Mainly because his body was having its usual reaction to the close proximity of so much undeniable masculinity and parts of it were also getting kind of hard. Shit. Maybe the Felid wouldn’t notice?
Any hope of that was dashed as Tao’s fangs receded from the vicinity of his jugular and a strange buzzing sound started vibrating through his chest. Spitz frowned. “Are you purring?”
“Perhapsssss.” Tao’s head dropped to nuzzle into Spitz’s neck.
“Listen, not that I want to kill the mood or anything, but weren’t we just having a fight, there?”
“Fighting, foreplay—is there a difference?”
Hope you enjoyed that – look after yourselves until I get back! :D
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Angie
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Hope you got/will get the postcard! :)
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XD I'm going to enjoy reading this anthology, I can tell!
Have a lovely time with the strudel and gingerbread houses!
♥♥♥
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Glad you had a great time. Will be good to catch up properly *hugs*
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“Listen, not that I want to kill the mood or anything, but weren’t we just having a fight, there?”
“Fighting, foreplay—is there a difference?”
DO WANT!!!! And that's about how coherent I get here!
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Two stories! That's brilliant. Many congratulations. I wasn't even aware it was possible to submit more than one story per anthology.
Well done!
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I wasn't really expecting them to pick both - but as I had the two stories, I thought I'd let them have the choice! I was very pleasantly surprised when they said they'd like them both.
Although I do have some experience of this: I sent in 2 stories for the Sindustry Anthology call, lacking all confidence in the saleability of the first one as I was only just starting out with pro-fic. I ended up with a story in each of Sindustry Vol 1 and Sindustry Vol 2.