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Pop and Punkin

Pop and Punkin


By Clara Nipper

So a story about stories should begin with a story. Once upon amurder-on-the-rockstime, there was a small, blonde girl too smart for her own good, who enjoyed sparkly jewelry and high heels as well as sports and tree-climbing equally and who was deeply in love with her father. Books and candy tied for second. Candy she could get, having taught herself to cook, but she didn’t know where to get enough books. She had already devoured everything in the school library and read to tatters all the books at home. Trips by car to the big library downtown were few and far between for this impatient, voracious scholar and championship speller.

One sunny Saturday when this child was seven years old, her precious father took her small hand in his and said, “We’re going for a walk.” They walked and walked, out of the regal old neighborhood, past the grocery market, across the highway, through a field, past the tall office buildings, two miles from home. At last, they arrived at the Central Library, tall and glorious in its marble splendor. Pop knelt before the girl and pointed to the building. “Now you know how to get here on your own and you can come anytime.” Jubilant, she ran inside and immediately discovered the check out limit was fifty books, which was a good start. The girl, finally fed, lived happily ever after.

one of my favorite donated titles

one of my favorite donated titles

The Little Free Library is a grassroots movement to provide books (“leave a book, take a book”) to anyone at any time, particularly children, especially low-income kids in book deserts. Little Free Libraries can be any shape, size, color and type.

Little Free Library #20025 in Spring

Little Free Library #20025 in Spring

Library Stewards can get as creative as they wish with their libraries. I had to brainstorm for weeks about what to use for mine that would withstand extreme heat, cold, tornadoes, and driving rain, but would also visibly showcase the books. Finally, I realized that machines used to dispense daily papers would be perfect. I spent months contacting the company and finally obtained the correct contact and was able to obtain two of the retired machines. I painted them purple and green with lots of polka dots so they would be vibrant and visible and fun. I registered my libraries with the national organization; bought a starter supply of books and christened my Lilliputian libraries the Thomas Nipper Memorial Little Free Library. Then I began soliciting book donations from everyone I knew and the books just poured in. I want to do all I can to provide stories to other children of any age who are like me. Little Free Library # 20025 lived happily ever after.

Clara with her little free libraries

Clara with her little free libraries


As featured in Oklahoma Magazine, July, 2015, May, 2015

Tulsa People, March, 2016



By Connie Ward




What made you decide to become a fiction writer?


This is still a pretty new thing for me, this whole “Fiction Writer” title. Up until recently I considered myself a medical professional, maybe even an academic, after a few drinks. 😉 I’m still coming to terms with the idea that I write fiction. It’s growing on me though.

Truthfully I’ve been writing all of my life. When I was younger, I was big into poetry and music. I loved the stories hidden in well-crafted choruses and verses. It always amazed me how so much emotion could be expressed by spoken word or through song lyrics. There was a whole part of the beginning of my life that revolved around short stories, iambic pentameter, and band practice. Somewhere between here and there a part of that creative side got shelved for more adult pursuits…something I quickly discovered was a mistake and a temporary hiatus. Once I’d found my voice in my professional life, that little creative gnome came knocking. It didn’t take long for me to dust off the old boxes and revisit some of what I came to realize were the most important parts of my life.

TLDR: Becoming a fiction writer wasn’t exactly a decision; it was something that had occurred in such an organic way throughout my life that it was like merely rediscovering a favorite hat after misplacing it for a little while. The hardest task I encountered on that self-discovery mission wasn’t accepting that I wanted to write fiction; it was finding a way to integrate that passion into my current life. Adulting is so boring sometimes.



What type of stories do you write?  And why?


I’m a big fan of a good contemporary lesbian romance. I like the idea of finding two characters at different points in their lives and seeing what unfolds when they cross paths. I feel like there are a few things that every person in this world strives for: happiness, trust, understanding, acceptance, peace, empathy, love…The nice thing about a romance novel is that no matter which paths in life you take, a general theme is present: we are all looking for the same things in life and in love. Being able to write those stories, stories that mirror my own life or inspire me to live more fully, that’s the kind of story I want to read. So it’s seemed like a no-brainer to write about two hot chicks that get into all kinds of shenanigans together on the journey to find true love. 😉



What do your family/friends think about your writing?


My wife and friends have been unbelievably supportive through all of this. If you ask them and they tell you otherwise, feel free to report back and expect to name names. 😉


I’ve been fortunate to have many people in my life that have been there since I was very young—so when I told them I was going to write lesbian romance novels, they didn’t even blink. In fact, when I first mentioned it at a summer BBQ a few years ago I was politely informed, “That’s great! Can you pass the ketchup?” That type of anticlimactic existence keeps a person grounded. That’s what I tell myself. So far it’s worked out to my benefit.



Where do you get your ideas?


I’m a big daydreamer. I commute quite a bit for work, so my best storyboarding happens in traffic. Usually a song lyric will start the word hurricane in my head and I have to temporarily suspend my Car Concert in lieu of organizing a thought. That’s a real shame, though, because I do a mean air guitar to Top 40s music. Once I regretfully acknowledge that I don’t have moves like Jagger and switch off the music, the characters come to life and tell me their feelings on Justin Bieber’s newest hit. Lately Adele has really inspired some good angsty character expression. Maybe I will send her a copy of Miss Match as a thank you.


Life happening around me is what inspires my ideas. A lot of time someone who enters my life in a new and bold way can help provoke that creative spark. I am careful to slow down and live in the moment as much as possible because I never know when the inspiration for the perfect story will strike…or when the light turns green and I need to drive again. #thestruggleisreal


How do you write; do you plan everything out or just write?


I think a good proposal goes a long way.


Just kidding, they paid me to say that.


The truth is that I usually figure out which character needs to come up for air first and then I go from there. I like to let the characters and storyline dance around my brain for a bit before I put it into any type of organized fashion. And that is some fashion, let me tell you…(re: socks with sandals in July). I typically design the story around a character and then let them tell me what happens next. Bossy little nymphs, they are. Once I have some semblance of an idea, I subject my wife to my insanity and she helps me narrow the scope a bit. This is when the idea truly takes shape and a rough outline is formed. I plan out some major story arcs, but otherwise I let the characters do the heavy lifting; it’s their story after all.



Miss MatchWhat makes Miss Match special to you?


Miss Match came to me in a dream. A true, legitimate dream. No lie. Seriously.


I was visiting a friend at her family home and woke up disoriented and confused as to why I was sleeping in someone’s converted garage. Once I got my bearings, I realized that I’d been dreaming about this gorgeous matchmaker who was unlucky in love and sassy as all get-out. In my waking haze, visions of a flirty dancer with a haunted past finally pulled me back to reality and I grabbed my phone to make a few notes. I spent the rest of that weekend being inspired by my surroundings and “people watching” couples to feed matchmaker Samantha Monteiro’s eye for detail. It was a fun little social experiment. I swear, no one noticed I was staring, I think…


Miss Match is special to me because it’s my first published novel. I am madly in love with both of my protagonists. I love their humor and playfulness; their passion…gosh, their passion was my favorite part of that ride. It was easy to want to see how their story played out. This book was a perfect representation of how my characters tell me how the story will unfold. I had an idea of how Samantha would be, how she would love, how she would hurt; but Lucinda Moss’ development was entirely a mystery to me. Lucinda’s voice came to me loud and clear once I agreed to pay attention to Samantha’s needy requests to be heard. They truly are a perfect match for each other, and I could not be more pleased with the final outcome.



How much of yourself and the people you know are in your characters?


I am surrounded by lots of smart and funny people. It’d be a real shame if I didn’t do their caricatures justice. I’m truly inspired by their quirky existence and frequently “borrow” some of their best and worst qualities for my characters. I’m sure you think that they may balk at such indulgences, but don’t worry; they are far too narcissistic to even acknowledge that I may be poking fun at them. 😉


I think every writer adds a little of themselves to their art. I’m probably most like Lucinda in real life, but much shorter, less athletic, and not nearly as suave. Exploring her feelings and her pain was very cathartic for me as a writer—that’s how I know I snuck a little bit of me in there. Samantha, on the other hand, is a combination of all the best parts of my wife and a favorite television character. I’ll let you try to figure that last one out…Ten points to Gryffindor for the correct guess.


Which gay/lesbian authors inspired you the most?  Do you have a favorite

of this author(s)?


I didn’t stumble upon gay/lesbian fiction until I was out of high school. I spent most of my college years in a book or between the library stacks working on my linguistic skills. When I did discover the world that is gay/lesbian fiction, I soaked up as much as possible. And there was a LOT to absorb. #CleanUpinAisle5


I love the fun and humor of Melissa Brayden’s SoHo Loft Series. I found myself eagerly awaiting each new installment.


Aurora Rey’s Winter Harbor was such a refreshing portrayal of the charms of Provincetown that I was smitten. I’m looking to pick up her newest book, Built to Last, as soon as I can.


The character development and imagery of CF Frizzell’s Stick McLaughlin: The Prohibition Years made me miss Stick as soon as the novel was over. That book was so rich in story that I have to reread it to make sure I didn’t miss anything.


Geri Hill’s Keepers of the Cave was a departure from my normal fiction leanings but really captivated me.


Meghan O’Brien’s Thirteen Hours is an absolute favorite of mine and one that I recommend to people looking for something sweet and steamy. Plus, I have never ridden in an elevator the same way again.



Do you have any suggestions for new writers?


My wise and majestic editor told me the best way to improve as a writer is to read, a lot. She seems to be pretty good at her job, so I’d go with that. And write. Practice writing just because it’s great fun to see your imagination come to life on the page. If you surround yourself with the writings of people who have perfected the craft, you will pick up on the little things that make them great. And hopefully you can harness that into your own development as a writer. That’s what I tell myself. And I wouldn’t lie to myself; I like me too much for that.



When you’re not writing what do you do for fun?


When I’m not writing, I’m usually working. When I’m not working, I’m thinking about writing and avoiding taking down the trash. It’s a fine balance of responsibility and reckless abandon in the word world. I like hanging out with friends and experiencing Boston’s charms as much as humanly possible. Also, I am way behind on my DVR, so on the infrequent times I get to sit in front of the television, I’m usually gaping in disbelief at what happened on Scandal or Orphan Black last week…

Writing is like…


It was spring break my first year of college, and I was going to be stuck on campus. With nearly everyone gone and nothing to do, I decided, practically on a whim, that I was going to write a book in one week.


An impulse decision, as I had not developed anything in my folder of book ideas. I sat down on my bed, computer on my lap, and asked myself: What is the one book I’d always wanted to read?


The answer came far more easily than I had anticipated: a superhero story set in a fantasy world starring a lesbian protagonist. An amalgam of my favorite genres with a main character who I could relate to.


Three days of planning, plotting, and developing the idea, and then seven days of writing. As a student, I had never been able to completely give my time over to writing. Being able to write all day, to live and breathe the story as I wrote it, was incredible. It was also exhausting, and when I typed out ‘the end,’ I didn’t look at it again for months.


The Iron PhoenixThe first draft of The Iron Phoenix was the worst draft I’d written in years, full of uneven characterizations, dropped plotlines, thin worldbuilding. But it had a spark, and that drew me back to the mess of a draft. Revising it took the better part of two years (and a lot of patience from my wonderful critique partner), but with each pass, the dead parts got stripped away, and the essence of the book I was trying to write became clearer.


I’m not very good at ‘writing is like’ analogies because, for me, the nature of writing changes from book to book. I’ve written manuscripts that have been like building a home (or so I imagine): careful blueprints, steady constructing, finishing fixes, and minor polishing. And I’ve written stories that behaved more like a road trip: a rough map of the freeways with a clear destination with little to no idea of what I’ll see on the way.


Some writers are explorers, knowing nothing of the terrain except what is right before them. Others are engineers, constructing each piece carefully, fitting interlocking bits of the story together.


As I consider the process of writing The Iron Phoenix, it proves difficult to pin down to a specific analogy. Writing it did not feel like constructing anything, or following a map. Instead, I felt like I was unearthing the story from all the books . I knew what was buried beneath all those plot ideas, secondary characters, and fantasy descriptions. I knew what I was searching for as I wrote it, and each word I put down, each word I rewrote, brought it that much closer to the surface.


So, perhaps, for this book at least, writing is like archaeology, a slow uncovering an artifact, learning its secrets one at a time.

Searching for a Happy Ending


**There’s a song out right now by Lukas Graham called “7 Years,” it’s delightful and really moves me. (Take a second to listen to it sometime, It’s on loop in the background as I write this blog)**

Miss MatchAs the release of Miss Match approaches, I find myself doing some things I never imagined I would do. I’m answering Q&A’s, planning podcasts, doing interviews, sharing things that feel like secrets…I often wonder if I am giving too much of myself away in these instances. Am I too free with my truths?

I was once told that true success in life comes from finding joy and passion in all that you do: your work, your home life, your play, the way you love, etc. It’s about the delicate balance of juggling all the parts of yourself that make you feel whole. And for some of us, there are many, many parts to juggle.

The most common questions I am asked these days are: “What made you want to write Miss Match?” And “what makes Miss Match special to you?” The answers to these questions are much more complicated than I can sort out truthfully in a few easy sentences.

I want to tell you about a story, a story about someone searching for a happy ending:

As a little girl, I loved to read. I wrote poetry and played music and was endlessly creative. As I got older, I pushed aside some of that creativity in the pursuit of academics and a career in the medical field. I became a professor. I had students to teach and a business to run and I probably worked too much. But I was happy. Blissfully ignorant and happy.

In the fall of 2012, two months after my twenty-eighth birthday I was diagnosed with advanced, metastatic cancer. I wasn’t given a lot of time to think about the weight of that diagnosis- within two weeks I was rushed into surgery and treatment in hopes of saving some semblance of my life. After a long and complicated surgical intervention with subsequent hospital stay, I was sent home to heal enough from the surgery to start chemotherapy. The worst of my treatment was ahead of me, not behind me and unfortunately for me, I knew all too well what to expect- this was something I taught my students about.

Leaving the hospital with my new friend, "Happy Feet.”

Leaving the hospital with my new friend, “Happy Feet.”

I’d been fooling around with words for a while when this happened. I’d written a few one-shots and even drafted an outline for the beginnings of what would become Miss Match about two weeks before my life got turned on its head. I went from being very busy, juggling two full-time careers to being essentially trapped in my house while undergoing treatment. I had a lot more time to reflect on what I wanted to accomplish in my life and suddenly was faced with the fact that I may have a lot less time to accomplish those things than I had originally thought.

Miss Match came to me as a dream on the summer before my diagnosis but became a reality when I needed a distraction from the side effects of the treatment that was intended to keep me alive. I wrote every day for as long as I could tolerate sitting. I wrote as often as the neuropathy from the chemotherapy in my hands and feet would allow. I dragged myself out of bed even when I felt my worst because I was dedicated on making sure that I would give my characters something I may not get for myself: a happy ending.

That’s why I decided to write a romance novel. I wanted to write a story about two people, overcoming obstacles in their lives and finding someone else to help them realize their true potential for happiness was within themselves all along.

The process of Miss Match getting published was a long and difficult one for me. I submitted the story to Bold Strokes Books just as I was finishing chemo. I received a note from Radclyffe with some advice to rework the story a little and resubmit. I used the summer after chemo to do just that and was making great progress until three months after I finished treatment, they found more cancer, this time somewhere new.

It was like hitting the reset button and tumbling back to the bottom on the long and windy path I had been on for almost a year. It was only eleven months after my initial diagnosis and I was back in surgery and facing another six months of chemotherapy. As I recovered, I spent my time trying to learn and improve my craft because I had made the decision that I was going to be a published author no matter what it took. I resubmitted my manuscript and by winter 2014 I had signed a contract: Miss Match was really happening.

Getting’ Christmas Eve chemo in style

Getting’ Christmas Eve chemo in style

When I was diagnosed at twenty-eight, I never thought I would live to see thirty. Suddenly, getting to the next decade of my life was something I was desperately hoping for, instead of running from like most of my peers. Getting older doesn’t scare me, never seeing “older” does. Even with a contract, there was no guarantee I would ever see Miss Match in print. That was a difficult, but important thing for me to accept: life goes on whether you are ready or not.

As sobering as my diagnosis was, it gave me the opportunity to reflect on the things that had been forgotten along the way. It gave me the chance to put all of my “adulting” responsibilities to the side and really focus on the parts of me that had been neglected for some time. Remember that little girl I mentioned earlier, the one that loved music and art? She made her presence known in a way that could not be ignored. She reminded me that once upon a time I wanted to be a writer and that the possibilities were endless. Had I not been diagnosed and subsequently treated for cancer, I don’t know that Miss Match would ever have been published.

Fast forward to today- a copy of Miss Match sits next to me as I write my next WIP. It’s a little surreal, looking back, organizing my thoughts, recounting the events that brought me to this moment…it almost feels like it happened to someone else.

Miss Match came to me as a dream, but in the end, writing Miss Match got me through the darkest time of my life. Samantha and Lucinda were so vivid and so real to me because they came to me when I needed something to help me get through the difficulties of my own life. I was able to express the usual levity and playfulness of my true nature through their dialogue and flirtation. I could put my passion for life on display when they danced and *truly* showcase it when they loved. Writing a story about a matchmaker who has failed to find love for herself when she finds it for everyone else, was just the right distraction I needed in my own life. And when a beautiful dancer with a troubled past, resigned to living a life alone crosses paths with that same matchmaker? Well, that felt like a story that needed to be written.

The reason that Lukas Graham song gives me all the feels is because I really hope I see sixty years old. I really hope my story gets told and I really hope I have many more stories to share with everyone. Miss Match is about two women searching for their happy ending and wading through all of life’s challenges with hopes of finding it. It was a dream to write, even if the reason I wrote it was kind of selfish. 😉

As I embark on the next part of my life, I am looking forward to all of the adventures Samantha and Lucinda have in store for me. As of right now though? I’m living my life every moment. 🙂



Fiona Riley

Anatomy of a Table of Contents

By Tom Cardamone


I’ve not seen much discussion on how writers lay out their table of contents when it comes to ordering a short story collection, yet it is probably as equally important as the title and cover. Really, we’re talking about the alignment of singular pieces so the whole tells an additional story.

When I put together my first collection, Pumpkin Teeth, I followed the old advice of placing your three best stories at the beginning, in the middle, and at the end. That way more experimental or unusual work would be able to stand on its own in between, the uniqueness would breathe, buttressed by the previously published, or what you just knew were stronger stories. Plus you get to “wow” the reader at the beginning and leave ‘em satisfied and wanting more at the end. So after that, I went with what felt organic in terms of each stories’ placement versus voice, content, theme. Since the goal is for the sum to be greater than the whole, what does a misstep look like? A sudden change in quality. That unpublished work has to stand on its own. The editor’s input here is really important. On its own, if the piece works, it can be more daring than what made its way into print, harder to place but somehow more solid. Though it’s essential that there’s not a too sudden shift it tone. It is okay to pivot, but something jarring can give the reader an excuse to put the book down or question the veracity of the collection.

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I was fortunate enough to place several of the stories that appear in Night Sweats: Tales of Homosexual Wonder and Woe, prior to the book’s publication. The opening story, Owl Aerie, was previously published in the second issue of Chelsea Station. I was never able to find a home for the second story, MS Found in a Bookstore. A tribute to Poe, and a personal favorite, these stories go together as both have a New England location and youthful first person narrator. (I really gave this one my all, as Poe has been a lifelong obsession, from reading his poem, Alone, in the seventh grade and feeling that bolt of recognition, to further readings, visiting his homes in the Bronx and Philadelphia, his grave in Baltimore, reading biographies, obsessively collecting marginalia -finally paying tribute in a short story seemed overdue). To mix things up, I followed them with a brief tale of a dragon hovering over a park in Queens.

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The middle of the book contained two super hero stories (well, in one, Ice King, the villain is the more prominent character, but that’s kind of my thing –I edited a collection of gay super villain tales a few years ago. I’m always rooting for the bad guy). Though not overtly linked, they inhabit the same universe, one I’ve written short stories in before, and hope to return to again. The stories that follow include an epistolary tale between a Roman Emperor and a life-long friend that turns darker and darker. I’d always wanted to write something in an epistolary format; pleased with the results, I knew that I couldn’t open the book with a series of letters, but thought it would work better toward the end, the change in form hopefully refreshing/intriguing to the reader. Doubling down, I considered it a solid enough piece of writing to put between two shorter works, one, a tale of zombies in Japan, nearly flash fiction, the other derived from a dream I had in 1999 when I was living in Hell’s Kitchen where I realized I worked in beheading factory and woke up with a start. This let me end with two fully realized, previously published pieces. The last one, Halloween Parade, was in the running as the title of the collection, but I didn’t feel it flaunted the book’s gayness as much as Night Sweats. I did like that the story was such a New York tale –almost half the stories take place within New York City, the place where I found my voice, identified my fears, and then started using one to press the other to the page.


Thirteen tales. Is that the rule of thumb with short story collections? I think I picked up the requirement from Nabokov’s Dozen (remembering/writing about this book makes me want to revisit the master’s shorter work again). I’m not sure if this is universal, though. But the number thirteen felt right and was aligned with the sinister themes throughout Night Sweats: Tales of Homosexual Wonder and Woe.

And to further support the title, I called the Table of Contents page Drops of Sweat.

Too Long for a Short


threeI’ve long been a lover of short fiction, and my path into writing came from that direction, too. My first published work with Bold Strokes was a short story, “Three,” that was accepted in an anthology of gay vampire erotica, Blood Sacraments.


When I wrote “Three,” I’d recently re-read Dracula (I often read books on a similar theme when I’m trying to spark an idea for a short story), and I’d been inspired by Dracula’s three wives. They’ve always struck me as a strange part of the narrative: who were they? Why were they there? Why three of them?


What came from those musings was the kernel of the idea for “Three.” I wondered what it would be like if the various supernatural beings of the world—not just vampires, mind you, but demons, and werewolves, and even wizards, say—became more powerful if they created groups of three or more. From there, I decided to make it even more important: those who weren’t a member of a group of three or more had, in fact, less power, less resistance, and were easily kicked around by those who did have a group to call their own.


In another moment of inspiration, I decided to play with the “must be a full moon” notion about how things get a little wild and crazy on the nights of the full moon by making the three nights the moon is full be the time those groups gathered and reinforced their bonds with each other. That left the ones flying solo relatively safe to run amok and try to get their own needs met—all within three crazy nights.


“Three,” then, became a short story about a vampire without a group of his own, Luc, trying to get himself through another month by delving out on the first of those three nights of relative freedom. Instead, he bumps into a rival (a demon who is also on his own, Anders) and the two of them butt heads (and then other parts) when they discover Curtis, a handsome young man they’d both like to spend the evening with who proves curiously resistant to their influence.


Once written, I was happy with how the story turned out, and even happier when it was accepted. As always, the editing tightened the story, and that was that.




Later there was another call, this time a gay erotica collection with a theme for angels, Wings, and I couldn’t help but think of my demon, Anders, from “Three,” and before I knew it, I’d written a sequel. After that, it seemed sort of unfair to have a story about two out of three of the guys, but that was solved when Erotica Exotica appeared.


There, I thought. Three characters, three stories. These guys are done. I was chuffed when I received quite a bit of e-mail and comments from readers about the three guys, and was glad I’d spent time revisiting the characters. Especially Anders, the demon, who appeared to be a fan favourite, if short fiction could be said to have fans.


Then Raising Hell appeared, and really, how could Anders not come out to play another time when the opportunity for a demonic gay erotica collection appeared? This story, though, was much harder work, and the original attempts I made at writing my first idea wouldn’t fit in the word count. I ended up scrapping two ideas before the third one worked under the word count limit.


After that, I really did think I was done. I tinkered with the other two ideas a couple of times, seeing if I could get them into shape for a potential anthology sometime far off in the future, but no, the concepts were too big for short fiction.


The “Aha!” moment was more like a face palm moment, really. When I was trying to figure out what major project to work on after Light was finished, I had made little cue cards of all my ideas, and one of the cue cards read “more Triad.” When my husband saw it—I should have mentioned he’s one of the biggest fans I’ve got of the Triad guys—he said, “Oh! Yes! Do that one. Write a Triad novel.”


“Oh, I didn’t mean—“ I started, but then stopped. When I’d written the cue card, I hadn’t meant a novel. I’d meant work on more short stories. But, like I said, facepalm moment.


There was a reason those short stories weren’t working.


They weren’t short stories.


Triad BloodI sent in the pitch for Triad Blood, it was accepted, and I got to work. Writing with Luc, Curtis, and Anders was like putting on a comfortable sweater. I knew them already, their voices were already pretty solid, and once I gave myself permission to grow the story ideas rather than try and cut them back, those two ideas—and a third—tangled up together into one ongoing narrative that became the novel. It was a blast to write, and though writing a novel will always be hard work, and I’ll always love the short fiction process more, stepping these guys from a series of short stories into their first novel was so much less painful than writing a novel from a blank slate.


I hope readers have as much fun reading the fellas in a full length novel as I had writing one. Even better? Bold Strokes is doing an amazing thing all through May: if you pick up any of their titles in e-format, you get “Three” (that original short story that introduces the Triad guys) as a free e-short story. Reformatted on its own with a truly lovely fellow on the cover representing Luc. Seriously. French Canadian vampire never looked so good.


Going back to the very beginning was a real joy, and seeing how far the characters had come was a lot of fun. And sending off the final proof copies for this novel was bittersweet. It really had been a blast to play with these guys again.


Of course, when I finished Triad Blood, I was once again sitting with my pile of cue cards and thinking about what my next project should be.


My husband leaned in the room and just said, “Really?”

I’m working on Triad Soul now.

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