Heterosexuality ahoy
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valarltdI have just completed 2, count 'em TWO, full-length heterosexual novels.Hope you all are feeling brave.
HARD REBOOT is getting the final proof-edits from the publisher and should be out in a week or so. Sean O'Neill braves corporate displeasure, dangerous people and heartbreak to turn his brainwashed wife back into herself.
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Caitlin settled naked into her full-body contour lounge, shifting until she was comfortable on the well-worn velour seat. She slid her forearm into the bio cuff as Sean hung the IV bag of nutrient solution on the pole attached to the armrest. She slipped the needle into her permanent heparin-lock, set the parameters on the bio cuff, and checked the readings. The heart monitor showed a nice even fifty-eight beats a minute and her oxygen sensor glowed green.
“How long will you be gone, sweetheart?” he asked, holding up a catheter.
She crinkled her nose, not really wanting that piece of equipment. “Long enough I’ll need it. If I’m not out in three days, I’m in trouble. Unplug me and let me crash out. Better than being trapped by the Wheelman.” She was proud that her voice didn’t shake on his name.
Sean shook his head and handed over the catheter. “I still don’t like you going back into EIT.” She knew the whole episode with Niall had upset him almost as much as the mess with her. She loved Sean, but right now he was too stressed to be really reliable.
She gave him the cocky grin she remembered wearing, long before. Seeing it seemed to ease Sean’s mind and he kissed her, hot and sweet.
“I’ll be fine. This is the last time and then, we’ll be able to even the score,” she promised, wincing as she inserted the last bit of equipment. “Sean, set me up. I have to go.”
He flipped the switch on the IV and taped an oxygen tube under her nose. “I have you, sugar. Go on.” He kissed her cheek and gave her a thumbs-up.
Caitlin closed her eyes to a series of electronic tones. After a brief falling sensation, Irishgirl opened them in the Net. Her body no longer mattered, attached to the tubes that would keep her alive while she was gone. Here, she wore a kelly green dancing dress with white, black and orange zoomorphic knotwork, the roaring lions entangled with cranes and dogs and horses. Her black dancing shoes with their sensible heels and sturdy straps hugged her feet.
Showtime.
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SPELLBOUND DESIRE just got the third round edits sent back in. Hard-drinking PI DJ Admire falls for combat mage Bran McKay when he comes to town to banish a demon.
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Jinx came down the stairs, his aura a little clearer than D. J.'s, although fuddled around his neck. I wondered how many charms he wore all day. Too many would attract the beings he was trying to ward against.
He was quiet on the ride to the Pyramid. I'd glimpsed the shining metal building when I'd come into town, but now I knew how massive it was. The computer had told me it was thirty-two stories high and held twenty thousand people. The air off the river tingled against my skin. It was here. This was the place. All the lines and nodes in this town came right back here. All that power and twenty thousand desperate people to start the summoning....yeah, this one would be rough.
The parking lot was about half full and the traffic thick. Admire parked us under a light and we got out.
“Busy night at church, Admire,” I whispered, looking at the people streaming into the building. “Everyone that money hungry in this town?”
“No, everyone's that poor.” There was the temper and the difficulty her paperwork had warned me of. She didn't glare at me, though.
A pair of pixies fluttered up to us in the late evening light. The dusky little beauty perched right on D. J.'s shoulder while the male held off a second and gave me a suspicious look.
“Who's the big guy, sweetheart?” he asked Admire, sounding jealous.
“My leather-clad love-muffin.” Oh hell, she was never going to let go of that. “The Wizard Witan sent him here. Whatcha got, Mag?”
“Demon coming, yeah. You got sugar?” the female on her shoulder said.
Admire dug in her pocket. I wondered if she carried sugar all the time as bribes. She took her coffee black, with just the rum. “Hang on, Kudzu.”
Jinx inserted himself, holding a pair of Pixie Stix. “Is this enough for the intel?” he asked, trying to be cloak-and-dagger about the operation.
Mag nodded. “Babe, you and your cousin and the muffin are walking into a big ol' raising party. Might want to turn around while you can.”
“But I'm the VIP attendee,” I put in with a smirk.
The pixie flew up to my nose. “Yeah, I buy that, and stay away from my girl. She may be a Big, but she's mine.” I saw Admire and the female trying not to snicker.
“Mag, sweets, you know I'm all yours. He's just a--what do you call them back home, Bran? A blow-in.” She tried to soothe the little fella, but he wasn't having it. I was a bit chaffed at being called a blow-in.
“That's only if I'm in Formor's Last Warning, our Irish branch, instead of the Ladies from Hell.” I looked at Mag and decided to humor him. “I'm only here for a wee while, sure we can work something out.”
“You watch yourself, Jocko. We got eyes everywhere.” The pixie grabbed Jinx's candy. “You want to walk into demon central, not my lookout. See you when you have coke for us.”
“Bye Mag, Kudzu,” Admire waved as they flew off.
“Your breed's more aggressive over here.” I watched them go, carrying the sugar.
“You come from the land of redcaps and kelpies and you worry our street-pixies are too aggressive? When you're a snack for anything bigger than a robin, you tend to be a little on the hostile side.” She was still shirty. “I like my pixies. They make good eyes on the street for me and they work for candy and soda pop. Not my fault Magnolia has a crush on me. And if you ever call him anything but Mag, he will get you for it.”
“Good points all.” I wrapped an arm around her and followed Jinx into the building. I liked the way she tucked up in my side, he head just topping my shoulder. She seemed to like it too, because she let me cuddle her all the way in, despite the night being sticky and hot, and her being out of temper.
HARD REBOOT is getting the final proof-edits from the publisher and should be out in a week or so. Sean O'Neill braves corporate displeasure, dangerous people and heartbreak to turn his brainwashed wife back into herself.
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Caitlin settled naked into her full-body contour lounge, shifting until she was comfortable on the well-worn velour seat. She slid her forearm into the bio cuff as Sean hung the IV bag of nutrient solution on the pole attached to the armrest. She slipped the needle into her permanent heparin-lock, set the parameters on the bio cuff, and checked the readings. The heart monitor showed a nice even fifty-eight beats a minute and her oxygen sensor glowed green.
“How long will you be gone, sweetheart?” he asked, holding up a catheter.
She crinkled her nose, not really wanting that piece of equipment. “Long enough I’ll need it. If I’m not out in three days, I’m in trouble. Unplug me and let me crash out. Better than being trapped by the Wheelman.” She was proud that her voice didn’t shake on his name.
Sean shook his head and handed over the catheter. “I still don’t like you going back into EIT.” She knew the whole episode with Niall had upset him almost as much as the mess with her. She loved Sean, but right now he was too stressed to be really reliable.
She gave him the cocky grin she remembered wearing, long before. Seeing it seemed to ease Sean’s mind and he kissed her, hot and sweet.
“I’ll be fine. This is the last time and then, we’ll be able to even the score,” she promised, wincing as she inserted the last bit of equipment. “Sean, set me up. I have to go.”
He flipped the switch on the IV and taped an oxygen tube under her nose. “I have you, sugar. Go on.” He kissed her cheek and gave her a thumbs-up.
Caitlin closed her eyes to a series of electronic tones. After a brief falling sensation, Irishgirl opened them in the Net. Her body no longer mattered, attached to the tubes that would keep her alive while she was gone. Here, she wore a kelly green dancing dress with white, black and orange zoomorphic knotwork, the roaring lions entangled with cranes and dogs and horses. Her black dancing shoes with their sensible heels and sturdy straps hugged her feet.
Showtime.
~~~~
*********
SPELLBOUND DESIRE just got the third round edits sent back in. Hard-drinking PI DJ Admire falls for combat mage Bran McKay when he comes to town to banish a demon.
~~~
Jinx came down the stairs, his aura a little clearer than D. J.'s, although fuddled around his neck. I wondered how many charms he wore all day. Too many would attract the beings he was trying to ward against.
He was quiet on the ride to the Pyramid. I'd glimpsed the shining metal building when I'd come into town, but now I knew how massive it was. The computer had told me it was thirty-two stories high and held twenty thousand people. The air off the river tingled against my skin. It was here. This was the place. All the lines and nodes in this town came right back here. All that power and twenty thousand desperate people to start the summoning....yeah, this one would be rough.
The parking lot was about half full and the traffic thick. Admire parked us under a light and we got out.
“Busy night at church, Admire,” I whispered, looking at the people streaming into the building. “Everyone that money hungry in this town?”
“No, everyone's that poor.” There was the temper and the difficulty her paperwork had warned me of. She didn't glare at me, though.
A pair of pixies fluttered up to us in the late evening light. The dusky little beauty perched right on D. J.'s shoulder while the male held off a second and gave me a suspicious look.
“Who's the big guy, sweetheart?” he asked Admire, sounding jealous.
“My leather-clad love-muffin.” Oh hell, she was never going to let go of that. “The Wizard Witan sent him here. Whatcha got, Mag?”
“Demon coming, yeah. You got sugar?” the female on her shoulder said.
Admire dug in her pocket. I wondered if she carried sugar all the time as bribes. She took her coffee black, with just the rum. “Hang on, Kudzu.”
Jinx inserted himself, holding a pair of Pixie Stix. “Is this enough for the intel?” he asked, trying to be cloak-and-dagger about the operation.
Mag nodded. “Babe, you and your cousin and the muffin are walking into a big ol' raising party. Might want to turn around while you can.”
“But I'm the VIP attendee,” I put in with a smirk.
The pixie flew up to my nose. “Yeah, I buy that, and stay away from my girl. She may be a Big, but she's mine.” I saw Admire and the female trying not to snicker.
“Mag, sweets, you know I'm all yours. He's just a--what do you call them back home, Bran? A blow-in.” She tried to soothe the little fella, but he wasn't having it. I was a bit chaffed at being called a blow-in.
“That's only if I'm in Formor's Last Warning, our Irish branch, instead of the Ladies from Hell.” I looked at Mag and decided to humor him. “I'm only here for a wee while, sure we can work something out.”
“You watch yourself, Jocko. We got eyes everywhere.” The pixie grabbed Jinx's candy. “You want to walk into demon central, not my lookout. See you when you have coke for us.”
“Bye Mag, Kudzu,” Admire waved as they flew off.
“Your breed's more aggressive over here.” I watched them go, carrying the sugar.
“You come from the land of redcaps and kelpies and you worry our street-pixies are too aggressive? When you're a snack for anything bigger than a robin, you tend to be a little on the hostile side.” She was still shirty. “I like my pixies. They make good eyes on the street for me and they work for candy and soda pop. Not my fault Magnolia has a crush on me. And if you ever call him anything but Mag, he will get you for it.”
“Good points all.” I wrapped an arm around her and followed Jinx into the building. I liked the way she tucked up in my side, he head just topping my shoulder. She seemed to like it too, because she let me cuddle her all the way in, despite the night being sticky and hot, and her being out of temper.
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