It Starts with a Kiss, my sci-fi office romance novella, is available now in a bunch of ebook stores 💖
Sometime last year, the CapriLuxe anthology disappeared from Wattpad. It looks like the organiser cleaned up her digital life, and I absolutely don’t blame her. There’s an airy feeling of freedom that comes with deleting accounts you no longer use. For one thing, you never have to worry about a “hey, we got hacked” email from a brand you forgot you once shared personal information with.
Anyway, the disappearance of Henry Aston shall be remedied. About Henry and About Her will be combined into a single novella edition and released through Amazon sometime in July.
If you’d like an ARC, make sure you’re subscribed to Dot Club. There’ll be more information about this in the June (#30) newsletter.
Love, Nostalgia & Lights in the Sky is a collection of tiny stories, featuring some of my micro fiction, #vss (very short stories), flash and short poetry previously published here, in my newsletter and on my social profiles.
This book contains some adult content of a romantic and sexual nature, and is intended for readers over the age of eighteen.
It’s available for free when you subscribe to Dot Club.
With Kyanite Publishing officially closing its doors at the end of 2020, It Starts With A Kiss will be pulled from bookstore shelves and online catalogues. If you’ve been thinking about getting a copy, now’s the best time to grab one, as I’m not sure when it’ll be available again after New Year’s.
Anyone buying from the official Kyanite store can use the special promo code to get 40% off the final order.
Alternatively, if you fancy some snail mail from Australia (even though international postage is a bit poo), I’ve got a handful of paperbacks from back when I was planning on going to an event 📚 Just drop me an email and we can chat about it 💌
Thank you, everyone who bought, reviewed, talked about, and talked with me about this book 💜 I hope to share more stories with you soon.
Where the Sun Always Shines, an anthology of feel good stories, is out now!
Where the Sun Always Shines is a free anthology of feel good stories created through the donated time and effort of the authors, editors, and designers to make you smile, make you laugh, and give you hope.
Edited by Crystal L. Kirkham and Jodi Jensen 💖 I’m honoured to have my short story, Playing Trades, counted among the hope-inspiring works in this anthology. It’s now available for free in the Kyanite Shop.
Sure, she could play it cool when they talked about work, but anything else got her skittish inside and paranoid as hell, which he could tell by looking at her. Him and everyone else.
So she always made sure she was the first to look away when they made eye contact; the first to break stride when they fell in step; the first to change positions when she saw their arms folded the same way.
She had hiding it down to an art.
My steamy scifi office romance, It Starts With A Kiss, is out now 💖
Thank you to everyone who preordered—you’ve made this day extra, extra exciting. Thank you to my lovely beta readers, who patiently and forgivingly answered all my fussy questions. Thank you to the friends who kept me going, kept me caffeinated, adequately sugared, and unquestioningly supported. Thank you to the readers, reviewers and everyone who’s ever replied to my mailouts for a chat.
Thank you to Kyanite Publishing for taking a chance on me, and for giving me my first legit paperback with a colourful cover and paper smell.
Thank you, most of all, to my partner N, who’s stood behind me and beside me from day one.
I love it. The colours, the vibe, the mesh heart, which—sorry for being a tech tragic—I’m picturing made of copper wires embedded in a pile of clunky space station hardware.
An excerpt from the yet-to-be-edited manuscript:
Sure enough, Tahnee turned to her with a devil’s grin. “Heard about you and wonderboy this morning.”
“Of course you did.” Celeste kept on working.
“Laks said he had his face right in your tits!”
“Of course she did.”
“Oh, come on, Celly! I’m so sodding bored. Next dispatch isn’t for another few hours. Give me something!”
If this had been about anyone else—Martin or, heaven forbid, that temp from a few months back, who stood too close and spat when he talked—Celeste would have gladly taken a ribbing from anyone. Especially Tahnee.
But it was different with Owen. Sure, she could play it cool when they talked about work, but anything else got her skittish inside and paranoid as hell he could tell by looking at her. He and everyone. So she always made sure she was the first to look away when they made eye contact; the first to break stride when they fell in step; the first to change positions when she saw their arms folded the same way. She had hiding it down to an art, and maybe it bordered on obsessive over-thinking, but what was the alternative? Getting caught and outed? Ruining a perfectly good working relationship? No way.
But Tahnee was waiting for an answer. Taking any more time to respond would give away plenty.
“All right, all right!” Celeste threw her hands up, a diversion while her mind raced for something to satisfy the expectant dispatch officer. “Um, he does have a very firm body. You can tell he sticks to HR’s fitness plan.”
“Uh huh.” Tahnee nodded. “Thought he might. As disgusted as I am about saying her name right now, it’s clear Eleanor has good taste.”
“Oh, come on.” Celeste glanced towards the break room. ”Owen’s just office hot.” The words tasted like fat, juicy lies on her tongue.It Starts With A Kiss (2019, Kyanite Publishing)
Available 13 September 2019 thanks to Kyanite Publishing.
I’m a little annoyed with this year. Happy that I’m making progress with my work, but miffed that everything is so locked in. If I stacked my projects end to end, I’d be fully booked until I turn forty. And what a slog life is when there’s no room for new, exciting things.
We’ve still a way to go before 2019, but I’m already thinking about what I’d like to achieve next year. I don’t know exactly how this looks, but the wheels are turning. Here’s what’s been happening lately, though. Busy busy busy…
In the rearview
- The Only Question That Matters came out in August
- I’ve released the Danica story, The Beating of Our Hearts, on Wattpad. The first chapter, “Smoke and Aural Pleasures”, is live and ready to read. Second chapter starts in a couple of weeks. This is the third celestial dream story out in the wild, but certainly not the last Read it now.
- I’ve signed a contract with Kyanite Publishing. New book, It Starts With A Kiss, comes out later this year. Stay tuned.
What I’m working on
- Publishing prep for It Starts With A Kiss. Cover art, blurb, all of those things.
- “The World Laid Out For Him”, aka. chapter two of The Beating of Our Hearts.
- The Dragon’s Den, aka. the sequel to Chasing Sisyphus.
- Sunset on a Distant World, another story in the AMS Celestial Dream collection.
- NaNoWriMo… Yeah, I’m thinking of joining as a rebel this year. The energy and camaraderie is just so good for getting shit done.
Heeeeeey, so that office romance manuscript has been accepted by Kyanite Publishing. I’m over the bloody moon about this. I’ve had a professional crush on this publisher since I first heard of them.
Contract’s signed, ink is dry and I’m now a part of the Kyanite family 🙌 Weeeeee!
The book is slated for later in the year.
My latest novella, The Only Question That Matters, is available now.
Here’s a little teaser…
When we are naked, I stop to take him in. His shoulders, his chest, the contours of his stomach—they are sinewy and strong, sculpted, perfect. His arms and legs look forged by a life of adventure, not writing alone in his room. I wonder if he lives the stories he writes. I wonder, will he write about us one day?
Then I realise he is watching me too. I blush, I think. I’m not sure. The room is not yet warm, but I am hot all over from his touch, his gaze. My posture closes. I don’t want to be modest now, but I can’t help myself. He rolls us over.
“Don’t be shy,” he teases, looking down at me. “I like what I see as well.”
How arrogant! I laugh out loud. It’s a burst of ungraceful noise, but the music continues and I don’t feel shy anymore. The bedspread is cool under my back; he burns above me. His hubris gives me confidence—this is a game, the good kind, just for fun. I won’t be trapped between the bed and his body. Not yet.
I push him upward. He falls back to his knees. I rise to meet him and kiss his lips, his soft and bristly chin, his neck. When I reach his collarbone, he shudders. He is ticklish. Ah, to manipulate his body with just a touch. His hands are at my shoulders, but he barely touches me.