Brokering Trust – Gay Edition


A scientist is granted a once in a lifetime opportunity to travel to the Trappist system, home of the Brokers, where no human has set foot before. A seemingly simple expedition grows more complicated as he is forced to balance the interests of his government and those of the enigmatic aliens who have requested his help.

Brokering Trust – Hetero Edition


A scientist is granted a once in a lifetime opportunity to travel to the Trappist system, home of the Brokers, where no human has set foot before. A seemingly simple expedition grows more complicated as he is forced to balance the interests of his government and those of the enigmatic aliens who have requested his help.

Inari Kitsune’s Cooking Classroom


“See that you do, Monsieur Poirier, as I do not wish to see you go the way of your predecessor.” She answered off handedly.
“My Predecessor?” I inquired.
“Hai!” she returned, and then leaned over to whisper into my ear, “Food Poisoning.” She said in the quietest of whispers. I gasped involuntarily.
“He is still on Emergency Matrimonial Leave,” she continued, “and I expect him to remain in that status, until such time as his wife feels that he can be trusted out of her sight.”

A Whisper of Dusk, Chapter 4 – Sex & Violins (Arawn Cycle 10)


I was about to say something more, when we heard a knocking upon her door, it knocked but once and nothing more. She seemed surprised, then went to see what lay in store. I chose to remain in her boudoir, for my clothing lay in tatters upon the floor, my nudity would be something no Mamono would ignore.

Uncharted Island Ch. 3


“….ana!”

Morgana stops her lazy tumbling about in the rip current and listens intently. It sounded like someone was calling her name.

“Morgana!”

That’s definitely Thomas’ voice, and it’s clearer and closer this time. She starts swimming toward the surface, intrigued. There’s a few hours to go before their agreed upon dinner time and Thomas almost never comes to this part of the island, citing a rocky, uphill trudge as being more than the nice view was worth. Whatever he was here for, it had to be important.

She surfaces just in time to hear him bellow once more.

“MORGANA!”

He’s running down the beach toward the water’s edge, waving a bundle of palm bark about excitedly, his increasingly shaggy hair whipping behind him. The only course of action she can think of is to swim over to meet him at the shore, and hope that humans don’t know that riding rip currents is something only children are supposed to do.

Uncharted Island Ch. 2


With six fish and enough shrimp for an entire family of scylla in tow, Morgana starts making her way upstream again. Her progress is slowed a bit compared to last time by the need to keep bits of her sizable bounty from drifting away. Surfacing once she reaches the pool, she looks around for Thomas. Thomas isn’t there.

“Thomas?” she calls, voice choked with worry.

He can’t be gone. He can’t. He promised her he’d be here when she got back. He PROMISED. HE PROMISEDHEPROMISEDHEPROMISED-

Uncharted Island Ch. 1


Morgana gasps and snatches her hand away defensively as a rock whizzes past her head and hits the water behind her with a splash. She whirls round to face the direction it came from, then freezes in shock at what she sees. A young human, stripped to the waist, feet carefully planted on two gravelly patches of sand that just barely poke out of the surface. His sunburnt skin looks rather tightly drawn, as if he hasn’t eaten his fill in a long time.

“Mine.”

He fits another rock into his sling with the practiced hand of someone who’s had to learn quickly or starve.

“I’m not sharing.”