Publisher:
Mischief Corner Books
Authors:
Gregory L. Norris, J. Scott Coatsworth & Wendy Rathbone
Cover
Artist: Freddy MacKay
Length: 40.8k,
228 pages
Format: eBook,
Paperback
Release
Date: 12/14/16
Pairing:
MM
Price: 4.99,
10.99
Genres: mm romance, holiday, Christmas, gay science
fiction, gay contemporary
Blurbs:
Warmth,
family, good cheer? Not everyone associates these things with the winter
holidays. For some, it’s a time of longing and reflection. Mischief Corner
Books invites authors to create stories set during the holiday season and
centered on the fulfillment of a wish or desire.
Fear
of Fire by
Gregory L. Norris
Glass
Artist Lucius Price works desperately to create a holiday symbol intended to
help the town of Villatopia heal from a rash of unsolved hate crimes against
gay men. When he is targeted next and his studio set ablaze, handsome
firefighter Oscar Ramos rescues Lucius from the flames, creating a different
kind of fire during an unforgettable Christmas.
Wonderland by J. Scott Coatsworth
Zeke is
a loner his late forties, living in a small cabin in rural Montana. Nathan has
been traveling across country on foot since the zombie apocalypse, dealing with
his OCD in an empty world. Zeke just wants someone to love. Nathan
just wants to be home again.
Fate
brings them together in a winter wonderland, but their own fears and baggage
may tear them apart.
Is there
still hope for love at Christmas, at the end of the world?
Eve
of the Great Frost
by Wendy Rathbone
Remi has
prepared for over a year to be the king’s gift at the annual celebration of the
Eve of the Great Frost on the planet Niobe. Twelve men, taught under the
tutelage of the Pleasure Master, hope to be the one (or one of several) chosen
to spend an erotic night with the mysterious alien king who always wears a
mask. But when Remi’s turn comes to be presented to His Majesty, everything
goes wrong from a costume malfunction to breaking protocol. What happens next
is a shock, and a night he will never forget
Excerpt from Wonderland:
December 19
Zeke stared up at the darkening sky from
the porch of his log cabin. The clouds were rolling in over the mountains,
thick as cotton. A year and four months he'd been here all alone, since he'd
last seen another living human being. At forty-eight, he was resigned to the
fact that nothing much was likely to change in his life from now on.
A good storm was coming—he felt it in his
bones, although the winter had been unusually warm and dry so far. He'd need to
haul some firewood inside the cabin and check his food stocks. He scratched at
his scraggly beard as he carried in the chopped wood to lay it next to the
fireplace.
Zeke lived off a combination of trout from
the Clark Fork River and an assortment of canned goods from the local Grocery
Surplus store, but even that vast source of food was starting to wear thin.
Winter was just starting—and still not an inch of snow, though that looked to
be changing quickly.
Sometimes he wished that he wasn't the
last man on Earth. He'd always been a loner. He'd lived up here on the slopes
of the Reservation Divide his whole life, first with his father, and then these
last ten years by himself. He'd acted on his impulses once or twice, driving
down to Missoula for some big-city life in the town's two gay bars, but he'd
never found what he was looking for, and now it was too late.
It turned out that absence really did make
the heart grow fonder. He wished that he had someone—anyone—to talk to. He
snorted. If wishes were fishes, we'd all live in the sea—one of his father's
favorite sayings.
Maybe I should think about heading south.
The first year after the plague, he'd
stayed put as it ravaged Thompson Falls down in the valley below. Even rural
Montana hadn't escaped its reach. Even so, he'd run into one of the besotted, still living a couple weeks
after the end, and had blown it away with his rifle. Its blood had splattered
all over his face, but he hadn't gotten sick.
He shrugged. Someone had to be immune. Maybe I was the unlucky sod.
Zeke covered the rest of the wood with a
new waterproof tarp to keep out the snow and sleet. That was one advantage of
being the last man in the world—there were so many things at his
disposal, right there for the taking, and he didn't have to pay a dime for
them.
He snorted. Money—such a strange, strange
thing. Sometimes he would crack open a cash register in town to grab a handful
of metal coins—quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies—just to run them through
his hands.
He cranked up the generator out back and
went into his library room to check the shortwave radio, just like he'd done
every day since the plague. It was his ritual, though he'd long since given up
hope.
He sat down and scanned through the bands,
listening intently for anything signifying human contact. There was only
static.
Zeke went back outside and sniffed the
air. Cold wind whipped at his beard. Snow was coming, for sure, but he should
have enough time to make it down to the market for a quick supply run before
the storm began.
He checked the fuel gauge on his ATV. It
was low—he should probably top off in town. The first month after the plague,
when he'd deemed it safe again to go out, he'd found a way to tap the
underground tanks at the old Sinclair gas station, so he had all the fuel he needed.
He strapped one of his heavy-duty canvas
sacks onto the back of the vehicle and hopped on, firing her up. He took a deep
breath of the cool pine-scented air and then started off down the canyon toward
the empty town of Thompson Falls.
Excerpt from Eve of the Great
Frost:
I stood quiet and still as instructed, my
hands clasped behind my back, my head slightly bowed. The red jewels on my
sleeves caught the light, winking. All twelve of us glimmered in rubies.
We waited.
The pleasure master was a short, portly man
with gray-silver hair tied tightly back. His black shirt was trimmed in white
fur. He held a traditional leather whip, black as onyx, that he gestured with
the way a conductor of an orchestra might use his baton. Since the new ways and
laws came into effect, whips were for ornament only, never used for punishment.
Some said the new young king wanted to do
away with slavery for good. I did not know. If it were true, why were we here
tonight, clad in the Cloaks of Erotic Promise? Was it for the ritual and
nothing more?
My stomach lurched at the thought. I wanted
more than ritual. I wanted this night to prove to myself I had something to
give. I'd trained hard and with great dedication. I longed to belong to another
in pleasure, in surrender. Decadence, sensual ardor, red passion's heat—these
were things I craved. To be worthy. To be wanted. I would not have sold myself
otherwise. I knew my family would be taken care of by being chosen, but
honestly, I was doing this for myself.
I stood on that gold stage worried,
nervous, excited. My fingers clenched to fists, something we were told not to
do. The sounds of revelry began to diminish, the volume softening across the
ocean of dancing, moving bodies until only the voices from the guests outside
could be heard wafting on the cool breeze.
Heads turned. The celebrants looked in the
direction behind me. I was not allowed to move. I could not see what was
happening, but I could feel it: the electricity of his approach; the change in
air pressure.
The king had made his entrance.
The air seemed to flutter about me. Light
and flame, gilt and tinsel—everything glowed. The great hall seemed too small
to contain it all.
I could feel his presence looming closer, a
psychic weight, a change in the dimensions of reality both subtle and dramatic.
Everything blurred, all heat and distant ringing of stemware and held breaths
mixing with raised pulse rates, the inner hum of awe, the rustle of silks as
people realized they now occupied the same space as a legend.
Every part of my being wished to break
formation, to turn and look upon the origin of this catalyst of change and
upheaval, this man who'd brought an end to our suffering ways.
Only my vow of discipline kept me in my
place.
The pleasure master said from somewhere behind
me in a voice of wavering bass tones, "Welcome, Your Highness, Emperor of
Niobe, Greatest of Venerables, King Shin. I have the honor of presenting to you
on this glorious evening the revered and most exotic gifts of our land, the
finest and most beautiful physical representatives of our male citizens,
trained in the esteemed art of exquisite gratification."
An enthralling voice replied, "The honor is
mine."
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Author
Bios:
Gregory L. Norris
I am a
full-time professional writer, with numerous publication credits to my resume,
mostly in national magazines and fiction anthologies. A former writer at Sci
Fi, the official magazine of the Sci Fi Channel (before all those ridiculous Ys
invaded), I once worked as a screenwriter on two episodes of Paramount’s modern
classic, Star Trek: Voyager and am the author of the handbook to
all-things-Sunnydale, The Q Guide to Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Alyson Books,
2008).
In late
2009, two of my paranormal romance novels for Ravenous Romance
(www.ravenousromance.com) were reprinted as special editions by Home Shopping
Network as part of their “Escape with Romance” segment – the first time HSN has
offered novels to their customers. In late 2011, my collection of brandy-new
terrifying short and long fiction, The Fierce and Unforgiving Muse: A Baker’s
Dozen From the Terrifying Mind of Gregory L. Norris is being published by Evil Jester
Press. I have fiction forthcoming from the fine people at Cleis Press,
STARbooks, EJP, The Library of Horror, Simon and Schuster, and Pill Hill Press,
to name a few.
J. Scott Coatsworth
Scott has
been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona
writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci fi story (with illustrations!).
He finished his first novel in his mid twenties, but after seeing it rejected
by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.
Over the
ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one
day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had
been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him
"the only one stopping you from writing is you."
Since
then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way. He has sold more than a
dozen short stories - some new, some that he had started years before. He is
currently working on two sci fi trilogies, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi
(http://www.queerscifi.com) site, a group for readers and writers of gay sci
fi, fantasy, and paranormal fiction.
Website:
http://www.jscottcoatsworth.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jscoatsworth
Wendy Rathbone
Wendy Rathbone has been writing for many years in the fields
of science fiction, fantasy, horror, romance and erotica. Her poetry and short
stories have been widely published in magazines and anthologies, and won many
awards. She is a Writers of the Future alum (second place, vol 8) and has two
stories in the classic, still in print, Hot Blood series, as well as a story in
the scifi volume of the classic gay anthology Bending the Landscape.
While she has always written GLBTQ characters in her fiction
and fan fiction, in 2011 she began to delve deeply into the realm of male/male
romance and erotica. She has many indie m/m romance novels, the most recent
being “The Moonling Prince” and its sequel “The Coming of the Light”. This year
she sold her newest novel “The Android and the Thief” to Dreamspinner Press for
publication in April, 2017.
Wendy lives in Yucca Valley, CA with her partner of 36
years, Della Van Hise, and is currently hard at work on a new m/m romance
novel.
Website: http://wendyrathbone.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/wendyrathbone1
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