brichibiwritesthings:

huntersseries:

OMG!  You guys!  The girls of Grave Impressions (check out their webcomic btw it’s great) did some lovely watercolor art of Haven and Cyn!  Haven and Cyn are one of our favorite couples in the Hunters series, and these girls did wonderful fanart of them.

A bit of background:  Haven is use to being on the run, moving from place to place as he runs away from something he doesn’t quite understand. Meanwhile, Cyn is a pretty moody, gothic girl with a big attitude, but she uses it to hide the secrets of her dark past. I’m so happy with this picture, it’s all watercolor and gorgeous! They’re going to ship it to us, and we hope to use it to promote the book at conventions :)

Gorgeous fanart is gorgeous  *__*  Will most definitely be working with these wonderful artists again!

Huzzah for our first original fanart from our book  *__*  Thank you so much to the ladies of Grave Impressions.  I want to have a lovely table at a con with all of the wonderful arts that people do for us.

brichibiwritesthings:

When in doubt, he gives into his most basic instinct.

Run.

And that’s exactly what he does.

Hmmmm, mysterious teaser at the writing blog, what could it mean?

brichibiwritesthings:

So I’ve been trying to get something in a Dreamspinner Anthology for a while.  Last year, nothing made it, but this year I saw that they were doing a sports anthology.  I thought, “I’m gonna write about video games,” because… I’m a geek.

And holy shit it worked.

So I’m reposting this because it comes out in a month and my video game short story will be in it!  It’s a tale of gay romance, video game stereotypes and the people who happily turn them upside down.  It’s got all sorts of fun video game references, because video gaming is a sport, right?  You can either get the entire anthology, or buy the stories individually in June.  Mine is called “Press START to Play.”

Below is a story description and a small snippet where I make mention of my obsession a game series I like  ^^

Description:  Lukis Singleton’s once-popular sports column is fading fast, thanks to the terrible track record of the local football team.  In an attempt to save the column, Lukis’s editor, John, decides that he needs to go in a different direction.  Video games are all the rage these days, so John insists that sending Lukis to a huge video-game tournament in Los Angeles will shake up his current readers and bring in new ones.  Lukis isn’t thrilled about reporting of games with impossible powers or gamers who still live in Mon’s basement, but then he meets a tempting flaw in the game stereotypes of unwashed man-children.  Aaron Sanders is a gorgeous breath of fresh air at the tournament who takes Lukis’s less-than-stellar view of gamers and turns it on its head, leaving Lukis to wonder if if might be worth being Aaron’s player two.

Snippet:

Lukis wonders, as he watches the intro video, why high school students are even allowed to fight with swords and strange monsters that they can summon. Don’t they have parents? And since when can bears talk, fight, and smoke cigars? Was that a robot just now? With an axe?

“Told ya it was completely different,” Aaron says, picking some kid who uses a gun and has some sort of fly as a monster friend.

It’s still exciting to watch, he thinks. Aaron’s character is fighting against some tall, buff guy who uses a folding chair as a weapon, it makes no sense at all; who brings a chair to a gunfight?

***

Yes I made a kannao reference in something I’m getting published.  I realize I have a problem.  No I do not wish to seek help thanks though.

In which my OTP makes an appearance in my original writing.  Yeah.  

brichibiwritesthings:

Wow, I’ve hit 100 posts, yay! Now that Anime Detour is over and new followers have been acquired, I thought I would post a new snippet to the book.  I’m in the first round of edits right now and am about halfway done  :)

Warnings:  Gruesome imagery

Scene:  From chapter six

Story so far:  Matthew Sharpton went to an animal auction and brought home a bird, but that bird has the strange ability to turn human.  She only asks that she is “treated kindly,” and then she will do the same for hew new master.  Unfortunately, Matthew’s father has other plans for the lovely Ms. Jazzmyn, but those plans don’t go the way he thinks they will.  

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It’s been a while, but here’s a new snippet from the book  :)

brichibiwritesthings:

In the process of editing the book, hoping to have it done early next week EVEN WITH DETOUR BEING THIS WEEKEND!  Yep.  I’m crazy.  I know.

But I’m in the second chapter already, that’s good right?  Here’s my favorite quote so far from Alex, the main character, to his friend Nicholas in regards to them ever having a chance at dating:

“Nick-Nack I’ve told you that if you grow breasts and stop standing in line at midnight for hard to pronounce video games I’ll give you a shot.”

We’re in the first round of book edits!  Follow the blog for more information :)

brichibiwritesthings:

Check it out, guys!  I’m working on a new story before “Treat Me Kindly” gets published!  Some may say I’m crazy, but… well I am crazy, but this was actually done some time ago and I’m just editing/snazzing it up before sending it to publishers.

This is a gay romance story that suddenly turned novel length (oops?)  It’s kinda got a crime thriller vibe, with some supernatural elements mixed in and a touch bit of horror?  There’s a brief description below followed by a snippet of the two main boys in the story and how they interact with one another  :)

Warnings:  Geekery, cute boys doing cute boy things, me trying to tempt you with my writing more

Brief synopsis:  When something tragic happens in your life you want nothing more than to close your eyes, go to sleep, and make all of the pain go away.  For Gable Peterson it’s a little more complicated than that.  When detective Maurice Ashford shows up at his door with news that his boyfriend, Avery Blair, has been found dead, Gable is left devastated.  Gable does the same thing he did when his grandfather died back when he was a little boy; he closes his eyes and imagines a world where his loved one is still alive.

Only, when Gable wakes up, he’s surprised to see that Avery is actually still alive!

Gable discovers something very peculiar about himself.  There’s a place inside of his head where another Gable Peterson exists. This other Gable tells him that he has the power to go back and keep Avery from dying.  Of course, Gable doesn’t believe anything that he’s hearing.

Until Avery dies for the second time.  

Shortly after, Gable finds himself back at day one.  Now he’s more determined than ever to save his boyfriend.

But is it worth the hardship he’s about to face?

This isn’t just some accident that happens to Avery.  Gable’s boyfriend is murdered in cold blood by someone who the media has called “The Horrific Homophobe” or “The Double H Murderer.”  This killer roams the streets of Minneapolis, kidnapping gay men who turn up dead in a week’s time.  They’re not just brutally killed, there are derogatory words written all over their bodies in a terrifying display of the hell they had suffered through during the week.  Oddly enough, along with words like FAGGOT and QUEER and HOMO are compliments of nice eyes or beautiful smile and other charming words that have no business being anywhere near such hatred.  Gable suddenly finds himself tracking down a killer, but can he save Avery in time?

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*gasp*  A new story has emerged!  Dun dun dunnnnn!

brichibiwritesthings:

Hello dear followers.  In case you missed it (though you probably didn’t because I keep spazzing about it) I am releasing a book.  It’s an urban supernatural crime thriller full of strange deaths that have been happening in the city where the only clue tends to be some sort of animal, or part of an animal (bird feathers, for example).  Today, I want to post a small snippet from the book.  Currently, it’s being assigned an editor, then that whole process can begin  :)

This is a small scene between two main characters:  Alex Sampson (the detective in charge of the strange murder case) and Nicholas Ryker (geeky friend extraordinaire)

Warnings for this snippet:  Friendly banter

Story up to this point:  A rock star has been found dead and the only clue is a small butterfly.

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“Any word Nick-Nack?”  

“It’s still Nicholas, Alex.”

Nicholas ‘Nick-Nack’ — it’s still Nicholas, Alex — Ryker sits at his computer, several windows open and showing different pictures of butterflies.  His eyes scan each box, closing the ones he doesn’t need and opening up five more in a matter of seconds.  At least, it would be seconds, if not for the outdated technology of the city’s finests.  What kind of officers of the law are they when they can’t even afford decent internet?

“Isn’t that it?”  Alex points at one of the butterflies on the screen, standing behind Nicholas now.  

“No,”  Nicholas says, “That’s not the right shade of purple in its wings.”

“Looks like it to me.”

“Well it’s not.”  

“How can you tell?”

Nicholas spins around in his computer chair to look up at Alex. He’s wearing a pair of large, black glasses, the thick frames wrapped around eyes that are bright like green Christmas lights.  His hair is a couple of different shades like browning autumn leaves, the strands sticking up thanks to a handful of hair gel.  A black and white striped shirt covers his thin build, tucked into a pair of crisp blue jeans.  He doesn’t look like he’s a part of the police force, his skin is smooth and the perfect shade of baby pink unlike Alex’s rough texture.  His hours are spent on the computer and he doesn’t have the ‘luxury’ of investigations, crime scenes, and living on energy drinks and packaged Japanese noodles.  

“It’s too light, Alex,”  Nicholas says, voice laced with disdain, “God, didn’t you learn basic colors in elementary school?”

“Yeah.  Red blue and whatever the hell,”  then Alex smirks, “I know how you know the difference.  It’s because you’re-”

“Gay.  Yes.  Yes I am gay and I know colors.”

Alex attempts to ruffle Nicholas’ hair and fails, the gel forcing him to smash the molded hair down like a crispy pancake.  It springs back up as soon as Alex moves his hand away, “Damn, how do you get your hair like that?”

Nicholas smiles, “It’s a secret amongst us gay men.  If you join the club I’ll let you know.”

“Nick-Nack I’ve told you that if you grow breasts and stop standing in line at midnight for hard to pronounce video games I’ll give you a shot.”

Nicholas sighs and says it again.  “It’s still Nicholas, Alex.”

*gasp*  Can this be?  A scene from my book?  You bet!  Be sure to follow the writing blog for more snippets from my book and other upcoming projects.  Tell your friends.  Tell the dog.  Tell the mailman.  Tell everyone!  But especially the puppy because I love puppies  ^^;;;  

brichibiwritesthings:

O.K. So bookmarks are actually pretty spendy to have made, especially for the amount I want for our tables at conventions. But my wonderful partner gave me the idea of making business cards with my writing blog listed on it, for now, and then when the book comes out I can splurge for bookmarks and put links on where it can be purchased :)  This would hopefully gain followers at conventions, where I can talk about the book and tease at it, and the blog would have links of where the book can be purchased anyway  :)

So here’s what I’m thinking for the cards. The snippet on the back is from a crime scene in the book ^^  I thought it would be best to pick a crime scene of some sort to get people interested.

Thoughts?

Reblogging for advertising myself!  Be sure to follow the writing blog for more details  :)

brichibiwritesthings:

Here it is, guys.  Many thanks to Dawne Dominique for making such an amazing cover!  Along with the cover is a quick synopsis of the story so you know what to look forward to  :)

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Everything that can go wrong has gone far beyond wrong for Matthew Sharpton.  After his beautiful fiancee decides to upgrade to a better man, Matthew is forced to move into the zero-star establishment of his parents’ basement. Roommates with his shattered dreams and a father that disapproves of his entire existence, Matthew is now jobless, womanless, and every other less you can think of.  The only thing he has going for him is a tiny pink bird he picked up at an animal auction.  But apparently, Matthew can’t even properly pick pets.  Instead of a bird he finds himself with a gorgeous, naked woman who seems to think that he’s her master.  

“Treat me kindly,” she says, but the hidden message in the bottle whispers to Matthew, “…or else.”

Elsewhere, deep within the busy walls of city-tropolis, Detective Alex Sampson is enjoying the days of flipping on his sirens and watching traffic part for him as if he’s royalty.  He gets a call for a recent homicide and rushes to one of the finest condominiums in the city.  Unsurprisingly, no one is mourning the death of animal cruelty expert number one, Frank Marko.  After being shamed out of his career for participating in dog fights, his last chance for redemption — and good P.R. — rested at a prestigious animal charity auction.  With a promise of something “rare and exotic,” the punk rocker apparently got way more than he could’ve possible bargained for.  Alex finds him dead in his lavish home, the only clue to his demise a small bruise on his neck and the beautiful butterfly found on the corpse.

Alex turns to his friend and colleague “Nick-Nack” — it’s still Nicholas, Alex — for leads in regards to the butterfly.  There’s just one teeny, tiny, colossal problem.  Butterflies don’t bite, don’t sting, and this particular breed found on Marko’s body is extinct.  It’s been awhile since Alex has been in detention, but he swears that “extinct” is another way of saying “dead from now until forever more.”  On top of that, the body count grows higher and more grotesque by the day.  

Isn’t being a detective grand?

*gaaaaaaaaaaasp*  GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

brichibiwritesthings:

Why couldn’t he be like those cartoon heroes

That they’d watch together on Saturday mornings

Who hid that impenetrable S behind a suit jacket

Or keep nifty gadgets in a bright, yellow belt

Why couldn’t he a hero from Japan

That could create a blaze of blue fire between his fingertips

Who shouted out outrageous commands ka me…

Before he released the destruction from the palms of his hands

Why couldn’t he be a ranger of justice

Who transformed with a morpher and coin

Who knew all sorts of martial arts

And called on prehistoric robots that created something mega

Why couldn’t he be like the 8-bit heroes

Who could touch a flower and burn things to a crisp

Who could grab a leaf and fly high into the sky

Who could jump on a turtle use its shell as a weapon

Instead

He’s breathing out his last life

Wondering why

He couldn’t be any of those heroes

Who would never leave her behind

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Notes:  Urm… yeah, I’ve been thinking about my big brother lately and this is what came out of that.  I’ve written something like this before quite some time ago, but from my point of view, not his.  So… here?

I’m not sure why its angst day at the writing blog, but apparently it is.  You’re all invited?