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All the (Superpowered) Love!
May 23, 2019
The last SUPERPOWERED LOVE re-releases are here to stay! It's been a whirlwind of a year with Less Than Three kicking ass and releasing them one-a-month, but we've hit number eight, and you know what that means:
New ones coming!
I'm already working on number nine, which focuses on Kieran, a side character from number four, Losing Better. But in the meantime, check out the excerpts from the latest editions of The Playhouse and The Takedown!
Community theater, musicals, and... fire? Sure, why not! Welcome to the Brooksville Playhouse, where Lily runs the tech scene and new girl Genevieve burns up the stage. But Genny has some secrets, and they have to do with her love of pyrotechnics.
Warnings: This book contains sexual harassment--treated appropriately, of course, with consequences!
You've heard of witch hunters in past books--and if you haven't, prepare to. Jody's been kidnapped, his family murdered, and he's on the run for no crime other than being born with superpowers. Bren comes to the rescue... and then they start to get close.
Warnings: contains kidnapping, discussion of murder and kidnapping, PTSI, acute anxiety, etc.
A busy month!
March 29, 2019
March has been wild, y'all. I just got back from C2E2, where I nerded out big time. Plus, the last two weeks have seen two new books hit the LT3 book market! Yay! Now's the time to snag your copies of Superpowered Love 6: In Distress AND Kanaan & Tilney: The Case of the Man-Eater.
Superpowered Love 6: In Distress
Hopeless romantic Eddie Kim acts out his favorite 'rescued by the white knight' fantasies through weekly D&D campaigns, but has almost given up hope of ever getting a real one. Then Callum, a mysterious redhead with freezing superpowers and a memorable kiss, saves him from a house fire before promptly disappearing.
Then Eddie's friends look to Craiglist to relocate his hero. Unfortunately, the publicity brings down the kind of attention Callum has been trying to avoid. He's in town to clear his family name, and now the dangerous superpowered organization he needs to thwart knows he's back.
The heat between Callum and Eddie flares, and Eddie insists on helping repair the damage his romantic notions have done. But that means embroilment in a nefarious plot, exploring a superpowered world Eddie didn't even know existed a week ago, and crafty foes trying to trick and use him. All that, while convincing Callum to trust him to be the white knight for once, instead of the perpetual damsel in distress.
Now available at Less Than Three and these online retailers! Be sure to check out the print edition, too--it has Superpowered Extras like mixtapes and character stats!
♥
Kanaan & Tilney: The Case of the Man-Eater
Wolf-Beast and ex-cop Lowell recently brought his boyfriend, Elementalist and mystery author John, into the PI business with him. They've been solving cases for Boston's diverse praeternatural community ever since. When a young Terran feels that the brutal murder of his Beast boyfriend isn't being treated seriously enough by the police, he brings the case to Kanaan & Tilney for a second opinion.
Similarly defiled corpses pop up around Boston as they race to find the killer. All the victims are packless Beasts, like Lowell, and the vicious nature of the killings stir up old prejudices in the praeternatural community. Throw a personal vendetta and some ugly family history for Lowell in the mix, and the trails are as muddy as ever. It will take everything Kanaan and Tilney have, as a team and a couple, if they hope to stop a serial killer—and survive doing so.
Now available from Less Than Than Three Press and these fine retailers!
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The Playhouse excerpts are live!
April 28, 2015
It's time, it's time! Want to really meet the girls of The Playhouse? Head on over to the page here at the Superpowered Love blog to see Lily and Genevieve's first-ever make out... at the Sweeney Todd cast party... in the dressing room. Of course.
Theater people, amiright?
But wait, there's more! If you're interested in Lily's first love--otherwise known as the Brookesville Playhouse--head on over to Honey Bunny and catch a glimpse. That, and Lily being awkward about flirting.
Of course there will be more excerpts and more info as we get closer and closer to the release date, but... soon! Yay!
♥
Guest Post, Review, and Fairy Giveaway!
April 23, 2015
Looking for a chance to grab the Fairy Compacts Trilogy? Visit the fine folk at Rainbow Gold, where they have a feature for you! It has all kinds of things:
1. An exclusive excerpt.
2. What that excerpt and fairy magic means for me--and the boys.
3. An incredibly thoughtful review by Sam--10/10!
"The author did an amazing job creating a the vivid description of the two worlds and the characters within. The illustrations that are included are stunning."
Check out the post here! And don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win ♥
Excerpts Ahoy
March 10, 2014
Woohoo, Excerpts from In Distress are up! We had a hard time picking them, but these are two that I think really express the whole tone of the book, which sort of hearkens back to the weirdly fun-loving, fast pace of the Equilibrium days--but with Eddie's special brand of weird. Which, after the emotional roller coaster of Malory's life in Re-entry Burn, was a welcome shift of gears, lemme tell you. They're entitled "The Rescue", which is the very first scene in the book...
So maybe I’ll just blame the fire on italics. Because that stove, oh my God, I don’t know what even happened, but it set some shit on fire about six months later. And there I was, sleeping like a cliché-baby on my futon, dreaming about that guy who plays Jon Snow inGame of Thrones. About him crawling up that giant ice wall with my thighs wrapped around his waist, saving me from the attacking Wildlings. Me shifting my hips (gotta keep warm on the Wall somehow) and whispering into his ear, “Faster, baby. Winter is coming.”
I have weird dreams sometimes.
And "Hero Reversal", which, well. The book's title makes sense after reading this one, I reckon...
I picked up a pretzel and pointed it at him, narrowing my eyes. “You know what? Fuck you.”
His mouth fell slightly open. God, it was unfair how pretty his lips were like that. All I could think of was them around my cock last night. Even as my face was flushing with anger for his stupid, highhanded crap, I wanted to yank him under the table and feel them again, right there in the middle of the bar.
I dipped the pretzel into cheese sauce pointedly, like I was drowning his objections in nacho-flavored goodness, or some other horrible metaphor. Then I bit it off and chewed even more pointedly. Yeah, take that. “You think you’re being noble, don’t you? Protecting me from myself. You say you’re not my knight in shining armor; then you treat me like a damsel in distress.”
So click on through to read the rest of these bits~
Alas, nothing too hot yet... but that's coming soon. I've got a special one selected to celebrate the release in a few weeks, and it should be fun times. That one, I'm calling 'Forelplay: Cold-Thermal Style'. Those of you who've read Superpowered Love books before can sorta guess what that means. Mwah! ♥
Re-entry Excerpts
July 30, 2013
The Re-entry Burn page has just gotten a huge update to include, yes, excerpts! There's one that involves the Mal's first hook up with Theo, and also an update of that flashback Mal-and-Brady one...
Brady sat down at the edge of my bed and gave me a little shake. “Mal. Malory. Wake up, man.”“Fuck off,” I said. “It’s, like, three in the morning.”“Two. Hey. Mal, look at me.”So I did. He was in full eyeliner-and-hair-gel getup. I sat up, shoved him over so I could pull my legs up under me, and said, “What?”But I knew what because his backpack was at his feet.“I’m leaving,” he said.So I said, “Course you are. Look, just gimme a date I can give Dad to get him off my back. He’s a pain in the ass when you do this.”He shook his head. “Not coming back.”“Whatever. Fuck you.” I tried to stretch out and put my head back on the pillow.
Losing Better Update
January 2, 2013
Happy new year, everyone! Hope the holidays in general were good to you. They were great to me--even the bit where I was snowed in at my parents' in West Virginia for longer than expected. The good news: I was totally free to polish off some work on Losing Better, the fourth superpowered love book. It should be here, if all goes to plan, in a little over a month.
I know. I'm so excited. AHHH.
... right. Totally cool.
To celebrate, I've updated the Losing Better page to make it awesome. Well, closer to awesome. There is now a tentative blurb and an excerpt, for starters, woohoo!
Not interested in blurbs? Already read the character stats? Hey, click the quote to go straight to the excerpt. Gabriel and Andrew have just finished a little reunion dinner, and are about to have dessert... right there in the kitchen.
Love Stories for Monsters
October 4, 2012
Sorry for the radio silence this past week, but I've been running around a lot as The Other Me. I wrapped up a big and super exciting editing project, had a short story coup, and on top of that I'm prepping for a new novel release within the next, eh, two months, I'm pretty sure. I've mentioned this before, but seeing as the time is drawing nigh, I figured I'd pop on over here and talk for a sec about what's going on with that, because I think some of y'all might be interested.
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| Artwork © 2012 C. Bernard |
This sulky fellow is Liam Corchoran.
He's the "hero" of my upcoming vampire novel (if the blood didn't give that away) as KV Taylor, which is named after him, and part of a larger series called The Family. Although the larger arc of the series is not that of a romance, Liam's book is what I call a love story for monsters. It is messy and dysfunctional and dark and a lot of other things most of my romances as Katey Hawthorne are not. In spite of the main plot being a love story, in essence, it's horror-oriented--these are not friendly vampires, they have no respect for human life, and they regret absolutely nothing. (Eventually.) Their relationships are suitably dysfunctional, because frankly, monsters don't get to have nice boys.
The second book in the series will pick up where Liam leaves off, and it will no longer qualify as a "romance". However, the, erm, special attachment between him and his vampire-maker/boyfriend-lover/what the fuck ever is not only an integral part of the continuing plot (they are, in fact, the core of what becomes The Family), but it is what starts an epic vampire clusterfuck snowballing.
Hence the pen-name difference.
So basically I'm dropping by today to point out that it's a thing and lay an excerpt on you. This is from the still-human Liam's point of view, and a bit more romancey than horrory, in keeping with the usual content of this blog. It happens on the way home from one extremely fucked-up frat party full of voyeurism, beer, hallucinations, weed, and dancing a liiiittle bit too close. (Note to those reading it on an rss feed like goodreads--the formatting might suck. If you want, hop over to the blog and check out the original.)
"You're standing too close." It just came
out, but I didn't regret it. It felt like I'd let the pressure out of a bottle
that had been about to explode. Muscles I hadn't known were tense relaxed, my
skeleton stopped quivering so violently, and I leaned my head against the cold
stone wall.
"I was under the impression that you liked
it," he said, as if that were a perfectly normal thing to say.
And maybe it was. I couldn't trust my own judgment
anymore, clearly. "Things get fucked up when you get close."
Another pause, this one not so long. Then, "I
see."
Jesus Christ, what did that mean? He couldn't know how fucked up, of course, there was no
goddamn way, but--
"Why is that, do you think?"
I leveled a glare at him. "I don't know."
"Do you want to?"
I started reply with the negative, but paused.
He pursed his lips. "You were about to lie to me
again."
"Fuck you."
"That's a little extreme. Try kissing me."
There was a loud whooshing sound in my ears. I stared,
utterly stupid.
"If you want to know," he said, as if this
were some kind of school exercise, and I his recalcitrant pupil, "then
kiss me."
I swallowed hard. He had every reason to imagine that
was what I wanted, though--particularly after tonight. Hell, maybe it was what
I wanted. I remembered the hallucination then, heard words he'd never said: I saw you watching me. You know I watched
you.
The rush in my ears grew deafening. I choked out,
"The fuck kind of thing is that to say?"
"The sensible kind. Whether you like it or not,
at least you'll know."
His calmness only made me tense up again. Sweet, sweet
anger flooded back into my emotional muddle.
He went on, "Well, my mistake. I believed you
when you said you weren't scared. Maybe you're right; I don't know you at
all."
"Fucking right you--" But then I realized my
options there were either that he didn't know me, or I was scared, and it
dissolved into a kind of inarticulate growl.
He didn't move, just stood there, eyes flickering in
the dark. Then he licked his lips.
And he saw me watch him do it.
He made as if to push off the wall. "All right then--"
Feeling very much like a fish on a hook, I grabbed his
wrist and stopped him with a jerk. "Is this your stupid game? Have you
been gambling on me all night?"
His eyes flicked down to my fingers around his arm,
then back up, but he didn't make a move to get free. "Not until just now,
really. How did you guess?"
"I didn't have to guess." I thought I was
bluffing before I said it, but afterwards I wasn't so sure. I had seen him
tonight, the real him; I'd known it then, and I was sure of it now. This night
was just one big fucking game, and I was sick of it. Sick of feeling scared,
confused, mortified, and dizzy by turns. Sick of being turned on and off like a
goddamn light switch for his entertainment. This was no hallucination, it was
absolutely real, and I was in control, goddammit.
His eyebrows disappeared under his bangs. "I'm
starting to think you're the one playing with me."
My free hand balled up into a fist. God, I wanted to
do it so badly--
He pursed his lips. "Well now I want to know."
And then he kissed me.
I didn't pull back; I didn't really react at all. I
expected it to be like kissing a mannequin, lifeless and hard and boring.
But instead he was very much alive, and his breath on
my face a cocktail of the familiar and alien: beer and cigarettes and girl something
faintly metallic. His lips gave a little at first, then pushed forward and
apart, locking onto mine.
I tensed when I realized I was reflexively kissing him
back. But he put one hand at the back of my head, tangled in my hair, and
tilted his face to get a better angle. He closed his lips and mine went with
them, sealed off the little kiss, then started a new, deeper one all over
again.
It happened so fast, the most improbable ten seconds
of my life to date, but I was still very conscious of my ability to stop and
walk away. There was nothing helpless about it, nothing dreamlike or confusing.
Yet I couldn't help thinking that I would snap out of it and see him walking
away or making some flippant comment, and realize I'd imagined this, too. The
thought made me so angry I just kissed him harder. I pushed in on him, grabbed
at his coat with one hand and tightened my grip on his wrist with the other.
Maybe to make sure he was really there, maybe to make sure he couldn't get
away.
I thought he'd try, but instead he seemed to melt
against me. His lips went softer, his mouth opened up under mine. When I tugged
at his coat, he came closer. When I bent my head, he resituated to accommodate
the new angle. I was lulled by this perfect intuition, totally lost in the
warmth and wetness of his mouth and the unexpected thrill it gave me. For one
silent, suspended moment, I almost forgot how fucked up it was.
But then I thought of him kissing that girl on the
couch, like he meant it. I thought about how I couldn't look away, even though
I knew it was wrong. I thought of him licking his lips, purple from wine, sitting
on my bed.
And then his tongue flicked out and searched the edge
of my bottom lip.
I stopped breathing.
His fingers tightened in my hair, sending a warm,
liquid shock through my entire body.
And then it was over. His lips closed, pulled away
from mine. I hadn't opened my eyes but I could feel him breathing, so close.
I tried not to pant for air, clutching at him
fitfully, head spinning.
"Oh, fuck." He sighed.
I opened my eyes and he was staring straight into
them. I don't know what the fuck I expected, but it hadn't been surprise. His
eyes were wide, and his mouth--god, it was painfully fascinating now--hung
slightly open.
I had just enough presence of mind to think that this
new and unguarded expression should not make me desperate to kiss him again.
"Well, there's my answer, at least." His
voice sounded stretched tight, but not in an angry way. He swallowed visibly.
"How awfully complicated this is."
That did seem to sum things up, yeah.
So if this sounds like your kind of thing, definitely check out the website, where there are updates, other excerpts, character bits, art, etc. And there's an ongoing feature at my author blog where the boys do a kind of vampire movie review thing that is honestly a bit MST3K. I'll come bug y'all again when the pre-order happens, but until then, back to your regularly scheduled superpowering and wingsex. *salute*
Day Early Wingsex Sale
August 31, 2012
So here's the deal. I actually had my act together and managed to get Life as a Fairy Thrall sorted out tonight, so it's ready a day early. In celebration, it's going to be half off the usual price of $1.99 for all of August 31.
Mmm-hmm, and Ruxandra's art is all over this thing. If you want in early and cheap, here are the places you can find it today*:
Smashwords (use code DQ87P at checkout for the discount)
Or you can grab a zip of all available formats at my gumroad shop here:
So hey, half-priced wingsex, August 31 only. When it flips over to Sept 1, actual release day, all bets are off.
Not convinced? Need to check out the first one (for free)? Not enough of an excerpt and arty sneak peek here for you? There's a different one over at ARe!
*More coming, promise.
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