“A Brighter Palette” is Live!

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Summary:

Annie Slocum is a bisexual woman struggling to make a living as a freelance writer. Stuck in a rut, she feels bored with her career, her relationships—her life. A chance meeting with Siobhán at a gallery adds a bright spark to her dull life.

Siobhán Murray is a lesbian Irish painter living in Boston. She loves her career, loves her life, but she’s missing the one piece that will make her life complete—a partner. She falls hard for Annie and is delighted to realize Annie inspires her work. But a string of failed relationships has left her wary of bisexual women and wondering if she can trust that Annie won’t leave her.

When Siobhán’s past comes back to haunt them, they’ll have to decide if the new relationship is something that will burn bright and end quickly or if it’s meant to last.

Excerpt:

“God, that accent of yours.”

To her surprise, Siobhán flushed. “Impenetrable, isn’t it?”

“No, sexy,” Annie said. She leaned in to kiss Siobhán’s shoulder. “Very, very sexy.”

“You must have enjoyed yourself in Ireland then,” Siobhán murmured.

“I did.” Annie smiled, remembering the redheaded woman she’d shared a bed with for most of the semester.

Siobhán’s grin was salacious. “That sounds like a story I’d like to hear.”

“Really?” Annie asked with a laugh. “You want to hear about Brigid, the pretty redhead I dated? Or about the time her roommate almost caught us? I had my head between her legs when the poor girl walked in the room.”

“How naughty. I love that. You’re so cool and collected on the outside, Annie, but once we started talking, I could see the passionate side eager to get out.”

“I used to have a very passionate side,” Annie admitted. “Actually, what I told you about the redhead wasn’t the whole story. There’s a lot more to it.”

“I’m intrigued.” Siobhán propped her chin up on her hand.

“Well, Nora—her roommate—was definitely shocked. But she was less horrified than Brigid and I expected.” Annie felt her cheeks heat a little. “One night a week or so later, the three of us had a few drinks, and well, Nora confessed she was curious.”

Siobhán raised an eyebrow. “Curious about women?”

“Yes.”

“Go on then.”

Annie laughed. “Well, one thing led to another, and it wasn’t long before I was in bed with two women. And Brigid and I showed Nora just how good it could be.”

“Mmm, you little minx. And what did she think in the morning?”

“Oh, we’d thoroughly converted her to our ways,” Annie said with a laugh. “I don’t think she had another date with a guy for the rest of the semester.”

“And did she find her way into another threesome with you and Brigid?”

“A few times,” Annie admitted. “In fact, after my going-away party, I staggered back to their room and had one hell of a going-away after-party.” She grinned at Siobhán. “And then I felt like I was going to die on the flight home to Boston.”

“Worth it though?”

“Totally.” Annie sighed. “But after I got back to the U.S., I threw myself into school and work, and everything else fell by the wayside. I felt like I had to grow up and be serious. Focus on my career, find the right partner, make the smart choices. Until tonight, it had been a very long time since my passionate side had come out.”

“Why were you keeping her locked away?”

Annie rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “Fear, I suppose. After my last relationship went south, I just couldn’t work up the courage to try again.” She sighed. “So, my love life was boring, my job was boring, and I felt boring. Boring leads to more boring. I was just waiting for something to come along and wake me up.”

Siobhán sat up and straddled Annie, her dark hair falling like a curtain around them. “Well, here I am.”

She leaned down and kissed Annie, her mouth tasting of wine and chocolate now.

Here you are, Annie thought, and she wasn’t sure if it was nerves or excitement that coursed through her when she realized she had no idea if this was one night or the promise of something more.

Series and Number: Colors #1

Publisher: Two Peninsulas Press (Indie/Self-Published)

Word Count /or Page Number: 56,025

Formats/Price: eBook – $3.99/ Print – Coming Soon

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Upcoming Release – A Brighter Palette

Coming June 30, 2017 – A Brighter Palette

A little over two years ago, I wrote this flash fic.  I’ve been wanting to tell Annie and Siobhán’s story ever since.

I’ve been working hard on it this spring and I’m excited to announce that I will be releasing the first book in their series, “A Brighter Palette” on June 30.  The series will be the “Color” series. “A Brighter Palette” will include their first meeting in Boston at an art gallery and the beginning of their relationship. The second book, “The Greenest Isle” will follow their move to Ireland and their life there.

I don’t currently have any ideas for a third book, but that’s always a possibility! Sometimes the characters just demand more.

Without further ado, here’s the cover, blurb, and a teaser from the first book.

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Summary:

Annie Slocum is a bisexual woman struggling to make a living as a freelance writer. Stuck in a rut, she feels bored with her career, her relationships—her life. A chance meeting with Siobhán at a gallery adds a bright spark to her dull life.

Siobhán Murray is a lesbian Irish painter living in Boston. She loves her career, loves her life, but she’s missing the one piece that will make her life complete—a partner. She falls hard for Annie and is delighted to realize Annie inspires her work. But a string of failed relationships has left her wary of bisexual women and wondering if she can trust that Annie won’t leave her.

When Siobhán’s past comes back to haunt them, they’ll have to decide if the new relationship is something that will burn bright and end quickly or if it’s meant to last.

Excerpt:

Annie pressed her palms to her cheeks. “I got a little carried away.”

Siobhán straightened but didn’t slide away. “I enjoyed watching you get carried away. We’ll have to do that again when we aren’t in such a public place.”

Annie glanced around. Thankfully, they were toward the back of the nearly empty lounge and the backs of the booths had dividers. Unless a waitress had walked by, it was unlikely anyone had seen them.

“This is so unlike me,” Annie admitted.

Siobhán tilted her chin and gave Annie an appraising look. “Perhaps it’s just what you need.”

Annie’s embarrassment began to fade, and she offered Siobhán a small smile. “I certainly could use a bit more excitement in my life,” she admitted. “Although, that doesn’t necessarily include a public exhibition.”

“Public exhibition is optional,” Siobhán said, “but passion shouldn’t be.”


“A Brighter Palette” is available for Pre-Order on Amazon now!

Flash Fiction Monday – Family History

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“That was your grandmother?” Lena turned the photograph over to see Jeanette Fleming – 1943 in beautiful looping script on the back.

Amelia nodded. “Grandma was unique, to say the least.”

“Apparently.” Lena looked at the photo of a young, dark-haired woman perched on the edge of a rocky cliff. Inside of a giant egg. There were holes for her face and legs—slender, shapely legs at that—but none for her arms. Bizarre. When she glanced up, Amelia’s face was filled with mirth. For a moment, Lena could see the resemblance between daughter and granddaughter in the shape of her mouth and her laughing eyes. Not to mention the legs.

“So what was this photo for?” Lena asked. “I know you said she was a model in the 40s, but I’m perplexed about what kind of advertising campaign calls for a woman inside an egg suit.”

“It wasn’t an ad.” Amelia sipped tea from a large, blue ceramic mug. “She was a pinup.”

Lena eyed the photo skeptically. “I know the troops were hard up for women, but I would have thought the Vargas pinup girls would have been a lot more appealing than an egg. Unless this is some sort of straight-person fetish I’m unaware of.”

Amelia threw her head back and laughed. “I don’t believe so. It was part of a whole Easter series. You’ll find a few more of the photos somewhere in this box. There’s ones of her in bunny ears and a tail too.”

“Now that makes more sense to me,” Lena said drily as she set the photo aside. She picked up another photo that showed two women embracing. “Your grandma and her sister?”

“No, that’s Jeanette’s best friend Ada.”

“They look close.”

Amelia slid closer to Lena on the couch. “There are rumors they were a bit more than friends.”

“Really?” Lena inspected the photo more closely. It was always hard to tell with vintage photographs.

“It’s been a persistent family rumor. Supposedly they were involved before she settled down with my grandpa.”

“Hmm. Do you think she married because she had to? Because she couldn’t be with Ada?”

“I can’t be sure of course, but I don’t think so,” Amelia said slowly. “She and grandpa always seemed to be in love. They held hands all the time and one time I caught them kissing—quite passionately—when she was hanging up the washing on the line and he came to help.”

“Interesting.” Lena mulled over the idea. “I wonder if she was bisexual.”

“I don’t suppose we’ll ever know,” Amelia said with a soft sigh. She slipped an arm around Lena’s waist, and Lena pulled her closer. “She’s not around to ask.”

“What a shame,” Lena said. “I wish I’d met her.”

“You two would have gotten along famously.”

“Want to keep searching for clues about Jeanette and Ada’s relationship?” Lena asked, dragging the box of photos onto her lap so she could continue to search through them without letting go of her girlfriend.

“I’d love to.”


I had NO idea where I was going with this when I posted the photo, but I am really pleased with the way this turned out. Did you enjoy it?

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Bisexual Visibility Day – Feeling Like I Don’t Fit

It’s funny, I’ve had this half-finished blog post sitting in my drafts for months.  It never felt like quite the right time to post it.  Even though it’s Bisexual Visibility Day, I still hesitated to write a blog post about it.  And why is that?

The very reason I should blog about it is the reason I hesitate.

I don’t feel like I fit anywhere. I don’t feel like I have an identity.

I hate that. I know I’m letting other people’s views of me color who I am and how I behave.  That’s not me.  But I’m human.  I have doubts,  I second-guess myself.

I live in a world where some people honestly believe that bisexuals don’t exist.  They think it’s a phase, or something that people grow out of.  They think that by marrying a man, my bisexuality no longer exists.

And although I know better, on some level, those thoughts are internalized.

But choosing to marry my husband doesn’t negate my previous relationship with a woman.  It doesn’t negate how much she meant to me or how devastated I was when our relationship ended.  It doesn’t change the fact that I am still attracted to women.  That if, perish the thought, my husband were no longer around, I might fall in love with a woman again.

Why is so hard to believe that we human beings are capable of a broad range of emotions? Why is it difficult to believe that gender isn’t the most crucial part of attraction for some of us?

I don’t have the answers.  I don’t have the magic words to explain it to people.

I do think this video does an excellent job summing up many of the frustrations I have while educating in a humorous way.

I guess when it comes right down to it, I’m a work in progress.  I’m still learning about myself, I’m still discovering my identity.  Sometimes I think pansexual might be a better term for who I am and how I feel, but that’s a post for another day.

There will be days when I don’t feel like I fit.  Days where I resent having to label myself at all. And days where I know I’m part of a much larger community.  One who supports me, encourages me, makes me feel welcome.  One who embraces me for being me.

Today is the latter and I’m grateful for that.

So speak up.  Be proud of who you are.  And know you’re not alone.