So, Whiskey and Wry will be released in a month. I am currently working on Dirty Deeds and Neko has just come up to the couch to visit me. Go figure. Yoshi is my morning cat and Neko is all about the night time.

Wondering if I should hold an ARC contest for Whiskey and Wry in a couple of weeks? You know… give away an ARC. Or two.

I also need to design tshirts. Tour shirts for Sinner’s Gin. I’m thinking of holding a contest for that too. Maybe the city of your choice in the list on the back. I’d put them up on cafepress for at cost. I don’t wanna charge monies to make a profit. Just for the shirts to be out there. Gits and shiggles.

Now speaking of that, I STILL need a good solid liquor pun/twist name for the fourth book. I’m mulling that one over. Nothing’s sticking in my head. I keep coming back to Gin variations and I don’t think I wanna go there. What do you all think?

Best. Photobomb. Almost. Ever. 😀

A Taste…of Whiskey and Wry

Sionn took Damien’s face into his hands and stared down the phantoms lurking in the other’s gaze. “You’ve got me here with you now, a rún. I’ll help you get through this.”

It seemed like a tiny promise, but something shifted between them. Sionn could see it in the change in Damien’s expression. Whether he was exhausted from fighting or his nightmares had reached their saturation point, Damien stretched out his hand, touched Sionn’s shoulder, and skimmed down over the curve of his arm.

Squeezing lightly, he nodded once, then bit his lip hard, nearly to the point of drawing blood.

And Sionn’s heart shattered as Damien finally gave in to the pressures built up inside of him.

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No really that’s all I gotta say.

Too many words.

Too many feels.

Thank fucking God. Goddess. Pele. Fucking, thank the seagull that shat on your neighbour’s car.

Fucking A.

I like that old time rock and roll