Looking Back with Love

Check out my blog post at Musa Publishing, Looking Back with Love from today. It's a personal memory that many may just well enjoy and even relate to.
More news on the Works In Progress soon!

Coming this summer

From Musa Publishing.

Toasted: Final Cut:Miami

Out this Friday at Changeling Press.

Armand is always cold. Little does he know he’s about to get “toasted” in ways he’d never imagined.

Dressed for far colder weather, Armand makes a strange spectacle in Final Cut. Krakow cannot believe Nicodemo the bartender sends the man over to his corner, especially when he told the sex demon he wanted to be alone. His disgruntlement soon changes when he realises there's something different about Armand. Has Nico done the impossible and found someone Krakow can finally share intimacy with?

Krakow has the answers to Armand’s lonely existence and a cure so Armand no longer has to feel cold.

Click cover to purchase or read an excerpt at Changeling. Read another excerpt at the author's website.

NB: this title was previously published as Toasted Almond and has been re-edited to fit this series.

Musa Blog Hop

There's a I Love Musa Blog Hop going on from the 16th to the 19th where the writers are telling everyone why they love Musa and drawing attention to some of their favourite works. To start the hop and read mine drop by my website. There's also a chance to win my m/m contemporary romance to receive as soon as it's available in August.

Pop along to http://www.sharonbidwell.co.uk

Fancy a free read?

The latest Changeling ezine is out and I have an Encounter in it: that's a free short read for those of you who don't know. Pop along to A Cheeky Changeling and download 'Something Special' to get to know Peter and Christopher from my book, 'All Washed Up' available from Changeling Press.

Faerie

When Adam overreacts to his mother's matchmaking owing to stress, and insults an old friend, little does he know he's closer to the truth than he thinks. Calling Lane a fairy isn't the slight he thinks it is. Adam has very clear ideas concerning the type of man he's attracted to, and Lane isn't it.

Little does he know he's also goaded the other man into acting on feelings long suppressed. For both of them what they feel during sex and afterwards, brings more than a little magic into their lives. If they can survive their own mistaken beliefs and prejudices, and outside threats, they might just find something lasting together, and Adam might have to change his mind over the importance of physical attraction and what it means.

While Adam's shop burns around him, can he salvage more than the precious items for sale?


Footnote: As of a couple of weeks ago, I received my release letter from AMP. All titles previously released by them now revert to me. I will continue to support the other writers in the matter as much as possible until they are satisfied, but for me I consider the matter closed.

The Texture of Winter

Winter has textures. Soft and sharp. Rough and smooth. For one woman, winter has always embodied a feminine persona. Now, seeking an embrace as ultimately forgiving as that of a mother's love, she wanders a bleak path leading to an end that is at once brutal as it is loving.

A work of experimental fiction from our short story line The Lab.

Click on the cover to go to the publisher's site to purchase.





Excerpt:

Strange that winter should be feminine.

The world had turned white, yet that was untrue; it held so many more hues than milk, or chalk. There was grey in the pallor. Some of the scenery looked dull. Elsewhere, it looked so bright that it sent a sharp pain stabbing into the eyes. Hints of blue, purple, and rose refracted the light. The sun tried to pierce a grey dawn, but the clouds sent its rays back in defiance.

She felt cold. Tears once cried became frosted gems. Reaching up with stiffening fingers, she brushed at the frozen moisture on her cheek and gasped in surprise to stare down at the diamond that came away in her hand. Nature had studded the landscape with similar crystals.

Bending, she scooped up some of the ice to place on her tongue; it melted in the heat of a moment. She swallowed more, holding so much in her mouth as to make her teeth ache. The sensation flooded out into her face. When the pain made her moan, she swallowed what remained, the cold so fierce it burned her throat. The ice trickled all the way down inside, amazing her. How strange to feel something having felt numb for so long.

She kicked off a shoe.

To step onto the ice felt like walking onto cold steel. The ache quickly penetrated her foot, sunk down into her flesh in search of bone. The muscles of her calf began to tremble.

Leaving another shoe behind, she started out barefoot.

(c) Sharon Bidwell