So excited to see Lipizzans featured on PBS in one of their nature programs, Legendary White Stallions. Carrma’s grandparents came from Austria, so no doubt she has a few cousins over there.
Alas, I haven’t watched it, since I don’t have TV or internet at home and can’t stream anything at work. I’ll have to wait for the DVD. But from the buzz on the Lipizzan groups, it’s a wonderful way to feature the horses we love so much.
From the description on the site:
“The striking white Lipizzaner stallions of the famed Spanish Riding School in Vienna have been thrilling audiences for centuries. During the winter public performance season, the horses execute breathtaking displays of carefully choreographed and synchronized movements known as high classical dressage. The riding school’s success relies on the strong bonds the animals establish with their riders during years of training; Lipizzaner stallions go through a minimum of six years of practice and preparation before performing publicly. Legendary White Stallions explores how Lipizzaners have developed from horses bred for war in the rugged Atlas Mountains of North Africa into living works of art capturing the hearts of millions in a world-famous court of kings. “Legendary White Stallions” premieres Wednesday, May 1 at 8/7 check local listings).”
My girl is twenty-six years young today and looking better than ever. And, yes, she’s getting presents; a new fly mask and a rubber curry brush and apples. And attention. And she deserves all that and more.
Here’s a video I made of the two of us for her birthday; enjoy!
F/M/M BDSM Paranormal Romance
Eliana’s never asked for help in her life and doesn’t want to start now, but when she’s attacked by an incubus and saved by Kon, a gifted healer too beautiful to be real, she’s too hurting and hungry to refuse. Kon offers to help her in her search to find her Lakota father’s family, and Eliana reluctantly agrees to let him and his half-incubus partner, Dane, drive her north.
The trip gets interesting when Eliana witnesses Dane spanking a willing, naked Kon. Wounded physically and emotionally, Eliana had given up on the idea of ever enjoying sex, but seeing the two of them–and having erotic dreams–makes her yearn to give Kon the pain he craves. Dane agrees to share his lover and teach her the art of domination–but then she finds out Kon has been keeping a devastating secret, one that will put their lives at risk.
Hurt and furious, Eliana leaves and is determined to forget Kon and Dane completely. Though when Dane brings word that Kon is deathly ill and asking for her, Eliana must find the courage to do what she’s never done before–fall in love. Twice.
Out today from Loose Id:
(A levade is one of the “airs above the ground” Lipizzans are known for. It’s a position which requires a gread deal of control in which the horse stands on its hind legs at a 30 degree angle. For an example of a levade in action, check out this brief clip. )
Levade, an M/M (with a little M/F) paranormal romance from Loose Id. $7.99
Felipe’s world is shattered when he receives word his lover Lukas is dead, presumably swept away at sea. Grieving, he struggles to control the psychic gifts he was born with and trains to become a Warden—someone who hunts incubi and protects their sexually voracious half-human offspring. Despite erotic temptation and misadventure, Felipe never loses hope of reuniting with the man he truly loves.
Aided by Lukas’s herd of Lipizzans, Felipe learns that Lukas is alive and initiates a rescue. Their reunion does not go well. Lukas can’t remember Felipe nor can he answer questions about where he’s been. Despite Felipe’s repeated seduction attempts, Lukas’s condition deteriorates until he’s more horse than man.
Heartbroken, Felipe is afraid that unless Lukas can come to terms with the devastating truth of who—and what—he is their love will be lost forever.
Visit the blog of my good friend Jessica Freely for a chance to win a copy of Levade and its prequel, Capriole!
So, I’ve got good news: Levade, the sequel to Capriole, will be released from Loose Id on October 30th. Woohoo! My editor is busily marking up the MS at the moment, which means in a few days I’m going to be rather busy.
A related book to Levade, an untitled (and not quite finished) M/M/F, also just got an acceptance, and that will be out sometime next year. Woohoo!
The Loose Id website is back up and running and while they’re still working on adding bells and whistles, it looks lovely and all the books are back up and available.
Otherwise…we’re breaking heat records down here in Tucson, and my horse Carrma has a big nasty bug bite on her side. :>/ Though it’s likely I’m more worried about it than she is.
While not exactly writing-related, I’m organizing a retreat with Dr. Lewis Mehl-Madrona, author of Coyote Medicine, Coyote Wisdom, Coyote Healing, and Healing the Mind Through the Power of Story:The Promise of Narrative Psychiatry. (Book info here.) It’s a two-part retreat in Tucson, AZ from Dec. 27th-Jan1st. The first session will be on Narrative Medicine (an indigenous approach to psychiatry and medicine) and the second will be about Cherokee Bodywork (an indigenous method of healing.)
I attended a similar retreat this past May at Kripalu and can’t say enough good things about Lewis, his co-teacher Barb, my fellow attendees, and the healing work we learned and did for each other. So if you’re looking for a few days of retreat and renewal to bring in the New Year, come on down. There will be horses involved as well.
Complete details, including schedule, pricing and guest information, is available here.
So the good news is, Loose Id has accepted the sequel to CAPRIOLE called LEVADE. I mailed the contract out a couple days ago, so, hooray! I’m also about 3/4 done with a related M/M/F book, which will hopefully be accepted as well.
Though Loose Id was having some server issues and are going to upgrade their site very soon, but in the meantime, most books and authors aren’t available directly from their site. You can find my books at: Amazon, or Barnes and Noble.
I’m excited to annouce CAPRIOLE, an M/M Paranormal Romance is now available from Loose Id! And for fun, I put together a behind the scenes video so you can meet me and the horses who inspired the book. For an added bonus, visit my post over on Here Be Magic for a chance to win a copy of CAPRIOLE!
After fleeing a brutal mental hospital in Barcelona, Felipe Camarena is trying to forge a new life as a psychology student in San Diego. Trouble is, he has a knack of knowing things he shouldn’t about people, and the all-too-real demons from his past are coming back to haunt him.
Professor Lukas von Rainer is a Warden—someone who hunts incubi and tames their sexually ravenous and dangerous offspring. As a fellow Sensitive, Lukas is the only one who can help when Felipe is severely injured by an incubus. He takes Felipe to his ranch in hopes that his Lipizzan horses will help him recover, but Felipe refuses to face his past and attempts to seduce Lukas instead. Lukas fends him off, surprised to find himself falling for the young man he’s vowed to aid. For years, he’s believed a physically satisfying and truly loving relationship is impossible because of his abilities, but is it?
He may not get the chance to find out. Even as he and the horses work their magic to heal Felipe, the incubus tracking them means to kill him and anyone who gets in its way.
Once he’d left the dorm, Felipe simply ran. He had no goal, no destination beyond going somewhere he wasn’t. The afternoon passed in a haze of dream and delirium punctuated by the smooth white trunks of eucalyptus trees as he went by them. He might have stopped for a while. He might have slept as he walked. Nothing gave him any sort of marker.
Leaves crunched beneath his feet. He dreamed. Or hallucinated. He was never sure which. A breeze caressed his cheek, a chill promise of terrible things to come. The pale white trees morphed into other shapes. Some were terrifying, like Not-Rafael, its presence smothering as it whispered promises of death into Felipe’s ear. Others were comforting, like Lukas, handsome and strong, guns in hand, banishing the creature, or a horse, white and round and proud, just staring at him.
And as always, the voice from the hospital. “Demons aren’t real.” Click.
His own scream of terror stirred his consciousness enough for him to take note of himself and his surroundings. He had no idea where he was. Sweat soaked his shirt, yet he shivered uncontrollably. A sharp, lancing pain cut through his cheek. His shirt rubbed against the scratches on his chest, and his ankle burned. When he bent in the light of a streetlamp to pull up his pant leg and look, he saw livid red splotches that could have been the size and spacing of fingers had they not been swollen.
“I’m not crazy,” he told himself, yet it was the only explanation he had. That or delayed withdrawal of some sort. Whatever these symptoms were, they weren’t going to go away by themselves. Much as he hated to admit his weakness, he needed help.
He recalled the phone number Padre Rafael had given him before he’d left Barcelona. “If your life is in danger or if you have nowhere else to turn, call this number. Give him my name, and he’ll protect you.” He’d gripped Felipe’s shoulder and said with utter seriousness, “He’ll help you fight the demons.”
Demons. How strange they’d suddenly returned to his life. He’d spent too much time putting his mind and his life back together to lose everything he and Padre Rafael had worked for. Dead eucalyptus leaves crackled beneath his feet as he struggled to stay upright. Phone. He had to find a phone.
He staggered along, stopping as often as he could to lean against a tree for support. Every step left him weaker than the last. Down the way, bright lights illuminated a gas station and garage. They would have a pay phone.
By the time he reached the gas station, he was breathing hard and barely had the strength to stand. He always kept change in his shoe in case of emergencies. He pushed coins into the slot, where they fell with a reassuring clink. His fingers slipped out of the holes in the dial, and he had to eject the coins and start over.
The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Felipe began to lose hope anyone would answer. Then—
The voice was low with a faint German accent Felipe recognized. Impossible. It couldn’t be Lukas.
“Hello? Is someone there?” Lukas sounded more irritated.
He couldn’t hold back his shock. “Who the hell are you?”
“Who is this? How did you get this number?”
The sweat on his palm made the receiver difficult to hold. He rested his head against the phone casing. The cool metal soothed his fever. “Padre Rafael told me to call. He didn’t say it would be you.”
“Ramon.” Lukas’s voice had lost a little of its edge but not its wariness. “What’s the matter?”
“I…” He hated admitting weakness, but he’d run out of options. “I need your help.” When Lukas didn’t reply, Felipe swallowed his embarrassment. “Padre Rafael said…he said you would know how to deal with…things.”
“Demons.” Felipe broke off. Drawings and images of the creatures flashed through his mind. Terror clutched at his chest. “I can’t get them out of my head. I can’t get you out of my head.”
“Ramon.” The voice grew urgent. “Tell me where you are.”
“At a gas station.”
“That narrows it down. What are the cross streets?”
Blinking hard to clear his vision, Felipe studied the signs barely visible under the streetlamps and read them to Lukas.
“I’ll be there in less than fifteen minutes. Stay there, do you understand me? Don’t move.”
That wouldn’t be hard to do. Felipe let the receiver drop as he leaned against the phone to keep from falling.
* * * *
Lukas brought his Mustang to a skidding halt just in front of the closed garage. He pointed the headlights straight at the pay phone where Ramon hung, white-knuckled, ready to collapse if he let go. From his sweat-shined skin and swollen face, Lukas knew infection had set in. What had been a concern when Ramon was attacked had now turned into a crisis. If he didn’t get Ramon back to the enclave soon, he’d die.
Ramon blinked in the brightness of the headlights as Lukas approached. “Who are you?”
“Why don’t you tell me why Padre Rafael Esparza gave you my phone number? You’ve mentioned demons twice now.”
At the word demon, Ramon’s face pinched in pain. A moment later, he corrected it with a shake of his head, obviously angry at himself. “He told me to call if—” He took a couple of deep breaths before he was able to finish. “If I thought I was going crazy again.”
“Will you tell me why you think that?”
“Who are you? Why would Padre Rafael know you?”
Much as Lukas would have liked to tell him the truth, he decided to wait until he knew more about Ramon. “We’re colleagues. We met at a conference for those employed in the healing arts and interested in alternative therapies.” All of that was true enough and could be corroborated through his publications. “If he gave you my number, it was because he wanted to make sure you had someone to trust and support you if you needed it.” Lukas didn’t know if Ramon had understood or not; he went ashen as his energy fluctuated.
“Yo no estoy loco.”
Great. The kid thought he was crazy. All he wanted to do was see Ramon safely to the enclave before he keeled over, and then he’d worry about convincing the kid otherwise. “I swear I won’t let any harm come to you. I just want to help.” He took off his leather jacket and draped it over Ramon’s trembling shoulders, sensing just how dangerously tangled the kid’s energy had become.
Ramon shrank back. “Don’t touch me.”
Lukas considered simply carrying him off when, to his annoyance, red and blue lights flickered as a police car ambled into the lot.
“I have to go.” Ramon turned, but there was no place to flee and no way he could have made it if there was.
“Easy. I’ll get you out of this,” Lukas said. He guided the kid toward a trash can. “Lean over it and puke like you drank too much. If you don’t feel like it, pretend.” With luck, the officer wouldn’t recognize Ramon beneath the cuts on his face.
A burly officer stepped out of the car, hand on his baton. “Problem here, boys?” He shined a flashlight on Ramon, who was pale and clinging to the trash can as he retched.
“Not a thing,” Lukas said smoothly, erasing more of his German accent than he usually did. While he had a permit to carry the two guns he hid under his jacket, he didn’t want to risk doing anything that would make the cop search him and cause more trouble than they needed. “My roommate had a little too much to drink and wandered off. I came to fetch him. I’d better get him home.” Lukas wrapped an arm around his shoulders as much to keep him standing as to prevent him from running. The kid flinched at the touch but fortunately didn’t try to break away.
“Wait,” the cop said. Both men froze. The officer looked from Lukas to Ramon, then spoke loudly and slowly as if the kid was deaf or stupid. “You don’t look good. You all right?”
Ramon managed a weak smile. “I’m fine.”
“Who did that to your face?”
“A guy who thought my girlfriend was his.” He pulled the jacket more tightly around himself.
The cop gave a wry smile. “Did you win?”
He was spared from answering by collapsing against Lukas in a near faint.
The officer waved them off. “Go on. Take care of him.”
Lukas opened the passenger side door for Ramon, then got in the other side, sliding down the leather seats and breathing deeply. “You did well out there. Thank you for playing along.”
Ramon slumped in the seat and shivered, all reservoirs of strength emptied. He didn’t seem inclined to talk. Lukas started the car and flipped on the radio.
He took a right out of the gas station. In the light of the passing streetlamps, Ramon was pale and struggling to stay conscious. “Hang on, Ramon. We’ll be there soon.”
But not soon enough. Ramon’s head lolled. His trembling turned into a full seizure.
Lukas floored the gas pedal, sending his Mustang roaring up the main road leading toward the enclave.
So I just got my cover for CAPRIOLE, done by the fabulous Anne Cain. Complete with a capriole horse!
The book is out a week from Tuesday on the 13th from Loose Id, and to celebrate I’ll give away at least one copy. I don’t have the official blurb or excerpt to post yet, but will when I do.
At the moment, I’m busy working on the sequel, trying to work out the plot, though I’ve got a good chunk of it done.
And I think I’ve also neglected to mention that DEMON’S DANCE is a finalist in the EPIC eBook awards in the Horror Romance, and the awards ceremony is on March 17th, so, fingers crossed!