Blurb: Differences must be put aside when vengeance becomes all-consuming. Anan, a spellweaver of the Talac people, returns from a hunting trip to find his village decimated, his mate dead, and everyone else captured by Varas slavers. The sole survivor is Terja, a young man without the velvet that covers most Talac, marking him as a spellspinner. Since Talac magic requires both a weaver and a spinner, Anan and Terja must move beyond their ingrained mistrust. All that remains is revenge and a desperate plan to rescue their tribesmen before they are sold to Varas pleasure houses. A goal Anan and Terja are willing to die for. With the blessing of the Talac gods, they discover new and surprising ways …

Ashes of Life As I’ve mentioned a few times, Ashes of Life is a story I wrote for the Love’s Landscape edition of Don’t Read in the Closet (DRitC) sponsored by the Goodreads MM Romance group. It was released on July 31, 2014 and is available for download from the MM Romance Group or on my website. (Just click the ‘Free Downloads” tab above. ↑) And now it’s available in paperback!  Yep, the book is in print and available for purchase.  You can still read it for free in eBook format, but for those that would like a paperback, that’s now an option. You can buy it from the Createspace eStore or from Amazon. Buy Links:  Createspace: Amazon:   Ashes of …

The Price Of Love – Part 5 Epilogue Sitting on the edge of a parapet in the Magi Citadel, I stared up at the Island in the Clouds. Three months later and he still filled my thoughts. I lost him the day the world was saved. Another bittersweet day in my life. Part of me wanted to go back to that cave to see if his spirit remained, waiting for me to return. In my heart I knew I wouldn’t find him there, but I couldn’t quell that last bit of hope. After the defeat of the Degari, Chenoth and his army left our world. No explanations, no words of wisdom, nothing. The blue dragon, however, remained. He refused all …

  The Price Of Love – Part 4   Sounds from inside the cave interrupted my thoughts. A new wave of anxiety washed over me. Chenoth was no longer a spirit and would obviously be the one to carry me back. I didn’t—couldn’t—blame him for taking Barh, but it didn’t hurt any less. He’d ripped my heart from my chest and left me alone and numb. Even with my promise to Barh, I didn’t know how I could ride Chenoth back to where our army waited. When I got the courage to look, I saw a blue dragon walking slowly toward me. Although smaller than Chenoth, the new dragon barely fit inside the tunnel. I should have been seized with fear, …

  The Price Of Love – Part 3   “Why?” My shout reverberated around the hall. I glanced up, but Chenoth didn’t react. “Because what I give life to, you must lead,” Barh said. The profound sadness I saw robbed his beautiful eyes of life. “Me?” “Please forgive me, Jacks. I didn’t know.” His voice trailed off into a whisper and he began to cry again. I was so numb I couldn’t speak. He must have mistaken my silence for a refusal to forgive him. His body stiffened, and he struggled to compose himself. “In times of crisis, a Magi may marry and keep his powers because his spouse is necessary to aid the Elementals.” The deep breath he drew came …

Ashes of Life As I’ve mentioned a few times, Ashes of Life is a story I wrote for the Love’s Landscape edition of Don’t Read in the Closet (DRitC) sponsored by the Goodreads MM Romance group. Basically how it works is someone sends in a picture and gives a bit about what the picture says to them and asks an author to write the story behind the picture. Here’s the prompt I selected: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1729208-dear-author-ilona—claimed-by-andrew-q-gordon As many who read my work know, I love fantasy. There is something about being able to read about things that can’t be real but should.  Once I might have said that writing fantasy, being able to bring to life my imagination, is even better, but …

  The Price Of Love – Part 2 As Chenoth said? If Barh spoke to Chenoth a year ago, why didn’t he tell me before? More importantly, why hadn’t Chenoth helped us yet? My lungs burned and I realized I held my breath waiting for something to happen.  Running my eyes around the cavern, I searched for some sign of Chenoth. Barh’s body shook, but he didn’t move his feet. “Welcome, Magi Barhingolis.” I nearly jumped through the rock. The deep voice was strong and commanding, yet comforting. It appeared to come from all around me frustrating my search for the speaker. “Long has been your journey, child. be at ease in my home.” “My thanks, Chenoth, but I shall find …