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Top Things I Need to Survive Writing
I’d start out the list with “peace and quiet”, but that
wouldn’t be honest, because that’s the one thing I almost never get! Between
the cat, the dog, and the teenaged son, there’s always someone who needs to be
fed or talked to or have their tummy rubbed (that last would not be my son, but
he gets more than his proportional share of the “fed”, so it all evens out….)
For the same reason, “enough sleep” can’t be on the list
either. Or “enough time”. Maybe I should start a wish list to go with the
essentials list…
Okay, let’s see here.
1.
Some people will try to tell you that Rory can’t write
without her Guinness. Untrue. Moscato works almost as
well.
2.
I definitely need feedback. It’s true that I write what
I write because I love it. But I love hearing from readers, too. I used to be a
nightclub singer, many years ago. And I can tell you from experience that the
dress rehearsal, when you don’t have an audience, is really draining. When the
seats are full, and people are enjoying what you do, and you know they are, it’s a natural high. Same
with writing.
3.
A cat. On my lap. Or sitting on my hands. Or trying to
crawl down the front of my shirt. Or walking on the keybvvvffrrfroard. Don’t
believe me? Just ask her.
4.
Coffee. ‘Nuff said.
5.
Books. I don’t have a lot of time to read, but I keep
my Kindle close at hand so I can seize the moment.
6.
Last, and most essential… my sense of wonder. I’m a
romance writer. Which means I get to write miracles. Any two (or more, I just
haven’t written menage yet) people finding one another and falling in love is a
miracle. I get to make that happen. Every day. Doesn’t get much better than
that!
Hard as Stone
SoulShares Book One
Ravenous Romance
Fantasy M/M Erotic Romance
Tiernan Guaire is a Fae in exile. Forced from
the Realm into the human world for the unimaginable crime of a brother’s
murder, he lives by a century-old vow, to trust no one, and never to allow
himself to love or be loved.
Kevin Almstead has just lost his future, to a
vote of the partners at his law firm. Trying to escape for an evening, he
ventures into Purgatory, the hottest all-male nightclub in Washington, D.C., where he
allows himself to be seduced by a stranger with long blond hair and ice-blue
eyes.
Drawn into a Soulshare bond with his intended
one-night stand, Tiernan soon learns that the most ancient and evil enemy of
the Fae still walks the human world, and it will stop at nothing – certainly
not Kevin Almstead – to possess the magick of a Noble Fae.
Teaser Excerpt:
Tiernan stirred, muttered under his breath, the first signs of distress he’d
shown since falling asleep. Passing out. Whatever. Kevin sighed, resting a hand
lightly on the blond’s smooth chest; in short order, he found himself running
his fingertips lightly over his lover’s chest, tracing the lines of the
muscles, and then down, a fingertip traveling along the intricate tattoo over
his hip. Tiernan wasn’t buff, not like some men were and Kevin himself tried to
be. Lean, hard-bodied, almost impossibly fit. And with that long, unruly blond
hair, and his crystalline blue eyes, Tiernan would turn heads in rooms full of
men or women. And no doubt had.
Mine.
The Fae rolled onto his side, away from Kevin; chuckling softly, Kevin settled
himself behind his lover, glancing over the shoulder in front of him at the
bedside clock. He could still get almost three hours of sleep if he was lucky.
He wrapped an arm around Tiernan, nuzzled into the curve where neck met
shoulder, breathed in the scent of wild hair and sated male body and honey, and
closed his eyes. So this is what magic
smells like.
Gale Force
SoulShares Book Two
Ravenous Romance
Fantasy M/M Erotic Romance
Conall Dary is the most powerful mage born to
the Fae race since the Realm was parted from the human world, over two thousand
years ago. But that very power condemns him to a lifetime of celibacy, because
sex calls to power, and he has power enough to drain a world. When he refuses
to use his talents for a Noble lady’s petty revenge, he finds himself shanghaied
to the human world, his soul torn in half and his magick blocked.
Josh
LaFontaine is the beautifully inked owner of Raging Art-On, a Washington, D.C. tattoo
and piercing parlor. While taking part in New York City’s Pride march with a
former lover’s dance company, his world changes forever when the man of his
dreams materializes out of nowhere at his feet. Josh’s sensual and loving
touch, the first Conall has ever known, may be enough to give him back the
magick he’s lost. But before they can complete their Soulshare, a terrible
accident leaves Conall bodiless, lost, and invisible, to everyone except –
maybe – the human with whom he shares a soul. But Josh will need to find him
before the ancient evil of the Marfach does or everything they have – and more
– will be lost.
Teaser Excerpt:
The sense of relief as he got out of the taxi was like
nothing he’d ever felt before, and even knowing most of it wasn’t his own
didn’t make it any less overwhelming. Only the presence of the foot traffic in
and out of Purgatory kept him from falling to his knees in gratitude, maybe
doing some pavement-kissing.
Well, that
and a sense of haste only slightly less urgent than a cattle prod. He fumbled
the keys off the hook at his belt and unlocked the deadbolt, then keyed in the
combination on the touchpad, wincing as the tiny crystalline tones tried to
pierce his eardrums.
Are you sure you can do this, lanan? There might be another way. Just let me
think, now that I can.
Josh shook
his head. Letting himself into the small client lounge in the front, he locked
the door behind himself and made straight for the tattoo studio. “No time.
Every minute you’re disembodied makes it less likely you’ll ever get back, you
said so yourself. And me…” He paused, his hand on the doorknob of his studio.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can stand this.”
Deep Plunge
SoulShares Book Three
Ravenous Romance
Fantasy M/M Erotic Romance
For the last six hundred years or so, the only
things reminding Lochlann Doran he’s a Fae have been his faceted aquamarine
eyes and the fact that he can’t die. He’s been a wanderer for so long in the
human world – over two thousand years – that he’s lost his magick, including
the gift of healing that goes along with being a Fae of the Demesne of Water.
Finding his SoulShare might get it back for him. But it might kill him, too.
Garrett Templar has been living on borrowed
time, in a sense, since he was eighteen, when one of the johns he entertained
to pay the bills while he danced at Purgatory infected him with HIV. It was
always supposed to be a “manageable” disease, though, at least until a cure was
found. Except he’s just found out that the virus in his system has inexplicably
mutated into full-blown AIDS, and no known drug cocktail can even slow it down.
And when Lochlann and Garrett find each other
at last, on Purgatory’s dance floor, the only thing as urgent as their need for
one another is the hunger of an ancient evil to do whatever is necessary to
possess Lochlann’s magick…
Teaser Excerpt:
Shit. His
grip tightened on the strap of his bag, ready to swing it -- or ditch it, if it
looked like that would help him escape . And for one sick, sweaty,
gut-wrenching moment, he was ten years old again, hearing the kids closing in
behind him, knowing there was no way in hell he was going to get away without
another split lip, ruined shirt, blackened eye. Almost hearing his mother’s
voice again. Garrett Lee Templar, I
swear, you find more trouble than any ten other boys ever dreamed of. Do you
think I can just make new clothes appear out of thin air?
“Garrett?”
He recognized
that voice from somewhere. Slowly, he turned. And stared up into eyes that
gleamed blue even in the crappy light from the streetlight on the corner.
“Lochlann?”
He hadn’t had to rent his ass out for a while now, but the idea of a john
following him home from the club still made his skin crawl. Yet there was
something about those eyes, something different.
No. Fuck that
shit. You get hurt the worst when you let
yourself hope.
Firestorm
SoulShares Book Four
Ravenous Romance
Fantasy M/M Erotic Romance
Rian Sheridan is a foundling, a Northern Irish
Catholic corner boy whose world was destroyed in fire, and reborn the same way,
beside an Orangemen’s bonfire last July the Twelfth. A consuming,
dimly-remembered pain in his past calls to him, taunting him, daring him to
find it and lose himself to it in the S&M underground of Belfast.
Cuinn an Dearmad is the last surviving Fae
Loremaster, and he’s just seen the beginning of the death of the Realm, the
haven of the Fae race. The only hope of stopping it starts with him finding the
Prince Royal of Fire he stole from the cradle, and lost in the human world,
many years ago. He has a few guesses about where that hope ends, and he doesn’t
like any of them.
Rian and Cuinn are an impossible pairing, two
SoulShared Fae. Any two Fae will strike sparks, but these two Fae are a
conflagration. Unable to stand one another, yet drawn into an escalating series
of sexual collisions, their passion will either save a world or destroy it.
Teaser Excerpt:
He gave up on trying to sleep, rolling onto his back and
lying sprawled out in the great bed fit for a king. Or a Prince. Shite. He didn’t want to be a fecking
Royal. Whatever that meant. But if there was one thing he could say he’d
learned in life, it was that what he wanted had fuck all to do with what
happened to him.
Though ever
since the Twalf, last summer, there was one thing he nearly always got, when he
wanted it. The thrill. They’d thought to break him that night, and perhaps they
had, but after the breaking he’d been made anew. Into a man who craved what the
bastards sought to shame him with, and who used them, in the end, more cruelly
than they had used him. After all, he could use them, and others like them, any
time he liked.
Addicted?
Hell, no. Victorious.
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About the Author
Rory Ni Coileain majored in creative writing, back when
Respectable Colleges didn't offer such a major, so she designed it herself -
being careful to ensure that she never had to take a class before nine in the
morning or take a Hemingway survey course. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa at the
age of nineteen, sent off her first short story to an anthology being assembled
by an author she idolized, got shot down in flames, and found other things to
do, such as nightclub singing, for the next thirty years or so, until her
stories started whispering to her. Now she's a lawyer, a legal editor, a
sopraltenor in her church choir, the mother of a budding video game designer,
and amanuensis to a host of fantastic creatures who are all anxious to tell
their stories, and sometimes even wait their turns.
Twitter:
RoryNi
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