Celebrate the Rainbow With Romance

A Short story Menage a Tree Emily Carrington Werewolf’s Choice/Para Schooled 1/SearchLight multiverse As Christmas approaches, Don and Cassidy raise Xavier’s spirits.                   For a rare afternoon, almost the whole Afon pack was gone from the pack house in the Panamint Mountains. The only three members left were Don and his mates.                 Everyone was at work, which was technically where Don was supposed to be. But he had no faculty or students to see for therapy, so he’d driven up here to sneak in an hour’s worth of time with Cassidy and Xavier.                 They really shouldn’t just be lounging in front of the fireplace. It was entirely possibly someone would come home early. But Xavier loved the roar of the fire and the s...

(Where I talk about a great book I’ve read, recently or not) The Fire Rose by Mercedes Lackey was my first introduction to magic (or Magick, with a capital M and a “k,” as it’s called in the book) other than werewolves, vampires, or ghosts. I’d been reading about ghosts for years, both because I feel a weird kinship with the dead sometimes and because ghost stories fascinate me. The Fire Rose was something different. Taking place in the 1800s, when the expansion out West is fairly underway but there are still lawless places, a female scholar seeks a position as a governess. I won’t give away the story, but let’s just say she finds something other than unruly, spoiled children.                 When I read this book as a nineteen-year-old in my first year away at college, I did so because it was given to me by my crush, Skya. She was a flamboyant, but definitely straight, woman whom I admired for her class and...

This began as a happy accident. I tried to type “First Friday” and it came out “First Furday” instead. This gave me a great idea: why not introduce you to all my furry critter interactions.                 This week: my guide dog’s new talent.                 He’s a poodle and they’re notoriously smart and can get into trouble. Today, while I was at Panera, my guide dog told me he wouldn’t let me step off a curb into some grass. I took this to mean he wouldn’t do it himself, but when I removed his harness, he stepped right onto the grass. After he completed his business, I took him back inside. My friend, who’d been watching the whole thing, asked me why I had tried to step off into a culvert!                 My guide dog saved me a nasty fall.   ...