Sneak Peeks

I am readying Chapter Nineteen of The Panic Pure for posting. It’s all hospital, coping, love-love feelings, and h/c.

I’ve been writing on Tuesday Night, which is set in an AU of the Heroes & Villains universe. I’ll be giving you all a taste of Part Three of Tuesday Night. Final manuscript should be around 40k, if not more. Enjoy.

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Title: Tuesday Night
Genre: superhero, mm
Excerpt length: 5000
Character: Sunfire

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Being on call had never felt like torture before, but he couldn’t help wishing he could at least leave for the night. The thought of going home to his own place appealed, where Tony and Henry were waiting for him. Instead he lounged in the common room playing first-person shooters and wishing some action would start happening.

At least if he was kicking criminal ass he could tell himself his time wasn’t being wasted. Plus there was something cathartic about punching supervillains. Instead he was hanging out in the Lair waiting for something exciting to happen. It was frustrating.

There was the clatter of footsteps and Powergirl came in with their two new trial recruits, Saint Kloude and WarSong. They still had that faintly shocked look about them, that “I must be dreaming” expression of newbie superheroes everywhere.

“Hey Sunfire, can you do me a favor and take these guys out on a patrol?”

Seth was tempted to say No, but he could feel the walls closing in on him and the idea of getting out for a while really did appeal. He tossed his controller on the coffee table and stood, stretching his arms over his head. “Yeah sure, why not? Come on noobs, gear up and let’s get out of here.”

Okay. Hopefully I’ve managed to wrangle all the commenters and everything. A couple of people didn’t give me their preferred format, so I’m going to have to hunt them down (full on safari style).

Other than that, this hop has been going great. Thank you to everyone that has entered. I love you!

Btw, I found out I could export my feedback for various posts as a .csv file, which has been extremely helpful.

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Cool shizz: my dad bought me a brand new electric cook stove with a glass range top and a self-cleaning, coil-free oven. It’s so beautiful that I want to marry it and have its stovey babies.

I may have cried a bit when I saw it. Wonderful gift.

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I’ve broken out my old Harvey Birdman DVDs and I’ve been enjoying rewatching them. They really are very good. Especially since Harvey Birdman is voiced by Gary Cole (not Gary Coleman, but the guy from Brady Bunch and Office Space) and the other man star is Stephen Colbert. That’s right. The man hisself 😛

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Title: Faizel 02
Author: Harper Kingsley
World: Deacon
Genre: mm paranormal romance

EXCERPT

He could feel dawn approaching, an encroaching unease across his every nerve, and wrapped himself closer against Faizel, never wanting to let go. He had never loved another as much as he did Faizel.

He fretted that someone would discover his secret and Faizel would be taken from him. To be used and abused, or worse, killed as an Abomination.

For once Charlemagne wished that he was stronger. He finally had something worth protecting, and he was weak. It had never bothered him that he was the meat of stronger Masters until now. Until Faizel had given to him his love.

“I will protect you,” he whispered. He let his hands make promises against Faizel’s bare skin.

“Or perhaps I will protect you.”

Once again Charlemagne swallowed back his instinctive fear. Faizel did not understand how dangerous and subversive their enemies could be. Charlemagne had protected him from the world outside, had watered down the horrors that existed outside of the apartment’s safety.

“I think that you would try and that frightens me,” Charlemagne said. “I could not bear to see you hurt for my sake.”

Faizel propped himself up on his elbows so he was above Charlemagne looking down. “And I don’t like you being hurt at all. I don’t like how Isadore or the others treat you. I don’t like that you let them abuse you and you don’t even imagine a world where things could be better.” He leaned close, his nose almost touching Charlemagne’s, his eyes fervent. “You are beautiful and gentle, yes, but you are also stronger than you dare to show.”

Charlemagne was humbled. “You have such faith in me.”

“Because you have none in yourself. You don’t see what I see when I look at you: the strength, the spirit, the fact that you could be so much more than you allow yourself to be. If you would only fight for what should be yours, you could be great.”

Charlemagne felt hypnotized by the fire in Faizel’s eyes, the pure conviction. He had never had so much faith focused on him, raw belief that he could be greater if he only wanted it enough.”

“I look at you and I don’t see a lesser master Made to serve others,” Faizel said. “I see an uncrowned king.”

Charlemagne gasped and flipped them over on the bed, pressing the fingers of one hand against Faizel’s lips to silence him. “Do not say such a thing. If anyone were to hear …”

Faizel pushed his hand away. “You are the only one here to listen and I hope that you do. Take my words to heart: you are so much more than you’ve let yourself be. you have greatness in you if you would only accept it.”

“You think too much of me.”

“And you don’t think about yourself enough,” Faizel said. “It makes me sad.”

Charlemagne wanted to tell Faizel that he was being foolish. He prepared himself to destroy the illusions Faizel had about his strength. But dawn was no longer approaching.

“It’s here,” Charlemagne whispered.

He slumped against the bed, shifting himself so he lay alongside Faizel as his body turned to dead-weight.

Dimly he felt a kiss pressed against his forehead and a brush of fingers through his hair. “I wish that you could see what I see when I look at you. If only you could believe in yourself a little bit.”

Charlemagne hated that hint of despair in Faizel’s voice. Hated that he had disappointed his only love by not being the well of strength he desired.

Then he knew nothing at all.

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Title: Allies & Enemies
Author: Harper Kingsley
World: Heroes & Villains
Genre: mm superhero
Summary: Warrick comes home after a bad experience. They have to deal with the aftermath and revelations.

 CHAPTER FIVE

 Brushing Mr. Cuddy turned out to be one of those things he really enjoyed. He wouldn’t have imagined it could be so soothing, but there was just something about it. Running the soft bristles through his silky white fur and hearing the whispery “shush-shush” sound and his reverberating purr of satisfaction.

Mr. Cuddy opened one slit-pupiled green eye to give Vereint a rolling look. His front paws kneaded at the couch cushion and Vereint could feel him pushing back against the brush demandingly.

“Are you still playing with that cat?” Melissa asked disbelievingly. She was standing in the living room archway with an energy drink in her hands. “You’re going to get too attached and Miss Cuddy’s gonna be pissed you’ve stolen her husband.”

Vereint wagged the brush at her. “I’m not trying to steal her cat. She left me a whole list of things she expects me to do for him. Brushing him every night was on it.”

“And how exactly did she talk you into cat sitting?” Melissa stepped into the living room and leaned her elbow against a chair back.

“She didn’t want to put him in one of those animal hostels and was completely upset,” Vereint said. She’d been pitiful and he’d been desperate to get her away from his door. “How could I tell her no when she was so desperate? Besides, Mr. Cuddy is a great cat.”

Title: The Hastings
Author: Harper Kingsley
Genre: superhero, family, genhet

Blurb: “Family drama of the superhero kind.”

EXCERPT:

They were on a call, a normal situation for their superhero family. A gang of bank robbers had tunneled their way through the basement of the vault and made off with a small fortune. It should have been no sweat for them to handle.

Except they hadn’t counted on the gang leader turning out to be Deadheat, who could create a current of heat hotter than the sun. He had a reputation for flash-roasting capes and no compunction about using his metability against kids. It added a level of danger to the situation they weren’t prepared for, and if she’d been given a choice Magda would have called in another crew to handle these guys. Unfortunately, they had already busted into the gang’s lair and there was no backing away from the fight without dying.

“I think we may have made a strategic error,” Gizmoid said, ducking away from a burst of heat. The top of his red headstocking smoked and turned black, but held up without burning him.

“You stay back,” Mr. Starlight ordered firmly. Gizmoid didn’t have the same heat-resistance as the other kids, not having inherited his own pyrokinesis. The teen jerked a nod and darted toward a rear position. He would set up the Safe Zone with his backpack of tech toys.

Magda pushed away the worry she had for her three children–there would be time for panic later–they had a job to do here. “Blazerella, Stratosphire, set up for a gamma blitz maneuver.”

If they had been in practice there might have been groans and rolled eyes, but here in the thick of it the young superheroes leapt into action without a single complaint. She was proud of them.

Blazerella went high while Stratosphire went low, flame wreathing Blazerella’s entire body as her brother let loose with a concussive thunderclap before dodging out of the way of her Flame Tornado. There were screams and the smell of burning hair and skin as the men knocked down by Stratosphire weren’t able to get out of the way in time. The brother-sister duo rocketed up into the air in a whipping pattern Deadheat was unable to follow and Magda sighed in relief to see them drop behind Gizmoid’s nuclear powered force shield. They were safe.

“You ready for this, dear?” Mr. Starlight asked.

“Always,” Magda replied. There was no time for fear, no time for anything but the mission. She latched onto Mr. Starlight’s offered hand and let herself be flung across the room toward the far wall. It was so fast that she barely had herself braced before her boots struck the wall and she bent her knees and bounced off, a Titanic Thunderclap rippling the air from between her hands.

She had a moment of satisfaction when she saw Deadheat’s surprised expression as she went past him, then she was tucking and rolling, a grunt escaping her lips as her shoulder hit harder than expected, but she was okay. She rolled back to her feet and ran as fast as she could out of range of any retaliatory blasts.

She was sure she’d hit him, but there was no reason to test it.

She saw the kids behind Gizmoid’s screen, watching as their dad took out the bad guy. There wasn’t a single doubt on any of their faces that he could handle a one-note wonder like Deadheat.

Then the line of Blazerella’s lips softened and time slowed down as Magda watched horror overtake what she could see of her daughter’s face. “Daddy!”

Magda turned and was horrified to see Mr. Starlight on his knees, his right hand pressed to the starburst scorched into his armored vest, a pained grimace pulling at his lips. Deadheat looked worse for wear, but the air rippled in front of him as he brought his hand up, focusing his powers for a killing burst.

Mr. Starlight–Dustin, her lover, her husband, the father of her children–brought his left arm up in weak protection, but there was nothing he could do to stop the kind of intense heat blast Deadheat could produce. Magda wanted to scream at Dustin to get out of the way, but the words wouldn’t come. She was too far away to help. There was nothing she could do but watch.

Then Blazerella was there, a high-pitched keening wail escaping her throat. The blast of heat struck her dead on, but she blazed up so hot that her flames were blue.

There was the dull whump of a massive backblast as Deadheat’s attack was forced up and away. A large circle was blown out of the roof of the warehouse and light visibly arched into the sky.

Blazerella collapsed, her body splayed across the floor. Smoke drifted from her blackened uniform. She didn’t seem to be breathing.

“No!” Magda heard her own scream echoed by her sons, but fear had become terror and rage and the world had gone strange around her. Her hands moved on their own to release a thunderclap, flinging Deadheat away from her family. Then Stratosphire was there, his lips curled back from his teeth as he punched the criminal with a flame-wreathed superpowered fist.

It sounded like a watermelon dropping on the floor, a wet shatter, then there was a sizzle of heat. There wasn’t even time for a choked off scream.

Magda ran to Blazerella, dropping to her knees next to her limp form. “Come on baby, oh god, please be all right. Please be all right.”

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I want to be able to work on my projects and put some books out there, but we need food and stuff. I mean, this house needs some kind of heating system better than a wood stove, we need a new roof, and I need a new pair of shoes. Which basically means I need a job — which I’m having a hard time getting because of my social anxiety.

Someone suggested that I should go for a grant, but I don’t think I’d get it. Plus I wouldn’t want to take one away from someone that’s more deserving. So instead I’ve been thinking about making a Kickstarter, but I’m not sure how to write it :/

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