Excerpt from "Doing Time"

Republished by Liquid Silver Books, March 31st...

"...As I’ve often said, my life, like any other, has been a cautionary tale of wasted chances, broken dreams, and stale promises, but I’ve also been blessed with knowing where I fit in The Plan. We come into the world alone and leave the same way. But if we’re very lucky, we have the chance to share ourselves, all of ourselves, in between with those we love..." -- Charity Donovan


I know you'll think I'm crazy or crazier, but of all the changes to my physical body, the ones that meant the most were my hair and teeth … and of course not having to wear reading glasses any more. I must have spent five minutes reading the small print on the labels of every product on the bathroom shelves and on the Newsweek magazine lying on the counter.

I inspected the perky body a few times in the mirror. It seemed apart from me, more a memory than an old friend did. Because, despite the beauty of youth, I had come to terms with aging and mortality—two conditions that no longer applied to me.
I tucked the towel around my torso and shook out my hair, leaving it wet. No way was I going to blow-dry a single strand. I had makeup available and enjoyed not using any.

As I finished combing out my hair, a determined knocking sounded at the door. I opened it, catching Gavin in mid-knock, his hand poised to strike again. He looked me up and down. I hadn't realized before how much I wanted his approval, but now it seemed important.

When he kept staring, his hand still held in mid-air, I turned around slowly. "So what do you think?" I took another glance down my new, old body or old, new body, something like that. When he remained silent, I looked up into his face. The tingling along my spine the intense expression in his eyes inspired made me realize that modeling first thing in the morning in a towel might not be smart.

He tilted up my chin with the fingers of his knocking hand, turning my face from side to side, peering deeply, and searching for something. Then he smiled. "Still in there." It wasn't a question.

That annoying blushes again. I looked away and strode up to him to enter the room and search for clothes. "Of course I'm still in here. Where else would I be?"
I had nearly made it past him when Gavin grabbed my arm and tugged me back in front of him. "You know, I don't think I really got a good look at the new you."

He didn't look at my body, though, but inspected my face, seeming fascinated with exploring every part of it. When he'd satisfied himself, he looked into my eyes and smiled. I couldn't help but smile, too. Lowering his head, he lightly kissed me.

I forgot how little I had on and put my arms around his neck, pressing my full body length against him. As he wholeheartedly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me firmly against him, he chuckled against my lips, a deep, satisfied, male chuckle.
The towel around me slid down, aided by Gavin's roving hands. Only our bodies pressed together kept the towel from falling completely. I pulled back, sliding my hands down his sides, to look at him.

A burning intensity had replaced his playful smile. His gaze meshed with mine. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled the towel from between us, held it out straight, and dropped it to the floor.

When his gaze raked over my body, my nipples tightened, and my belly clenched. He smiled, but the smile, ravenous and carnal, did nothing to relieve the amatory tension running along my nerves and interfering with my breathing.

He cupped my face and pulled me to him. When he slanted his mouth over mine, not knowing exactly what to do with my hands, I held his waist loosely.

With an arm around my waist, he clasped me tightly against him, running his fingers through my damp hair and cupping the back of my head. Warm and inviting, like coming home, his lips tasted mine, making me feel wanted and desired. His hand fisted in my hair, the one splayed against my back holding me secure, keeping me positioned against him, so he could continue to explore my mouth and rub all my sensitive spots and his.

He tumbled us back onto the bed, me on top, keeping us clamped firmly together. I lifted my upper body, my weight supported by my hands against the bed on either side of him. He released my lips but kept his arms around me, his hands fastened securely in my hair and around my middle. While I stared into his eyes, he slid his hand from my waist and down my back and thighs.

The gleam in the blue forever of his eyes changed, flared into that look, the look men get when they have no intention of going back, when releasing you will come only after they finish with you … or at death. It had been years since I'd seen that look and even longer since it had flared from me. I didn't want this, and I couldn't live without it. This was the point of no return—on one side sanity, autonomy, and on the other … paradise.

An insistent knock broke the spell. I glanced over my shoulder at the door, as though I wasn't quite sure what it was.

Gavin's response was more colorful and succinct. "Fuck!"

Excerpt from "Crossing Faeryland"

Marnie & Jake:

Cautiously, Jake moved closer to the pair and closed his eyes, recalling the meditation exercises he hadn’t practiced in years. Connections to his physical self dropped away. His mind soared. He’d forgotten the heady sensations of freedom. Petty concerns seemed far away and insignificant. With difficulty, Jake turned his attention to the inhabitants of the barn.

Before she slammed down her shields, Jake felt himself connect with Marnie and noted her surprise at the speed and ease at which he’d managed psychic communications again. He remembered the pleasure he’d felt communicating this way with her and how much harder it could be with others.

Elusive, other ephemeral thoughts and desires passed through her mind. Jake looked away afraid to hope, but more afraid to have her see the hope in him.

He touched the consciousness of the stallion first, feeling the strength of character and nobility of purpose. The mare’s gaiety and sense of humor caught his fancy and he found himself eager to spend more time with both of them.

“I thank you all for your gracious offer of aid in helping us to cross your lands in safety. Be assured that I consider myself in your debt.”

Jake felt his control slipping as the Unicorns accepted his gratitude and expressed pleasure in furthering their acquaintance. They too looked forward to future “talks.”
As Jake drifted away, he again felt Marnie’s presence, surprised now at the pleasure and fondness he detected there. This would be something to ponder later…alone.

Returning to himself abruptly, he staggered and shook his head. Wincing he put his fingertips on his temples rubbing at the spikes of pain. “I’d forgotten about this part.”

Marnie grabbed his arm to steady him and remarked, “If you had practiced, it wouldn’t be like this.”

Jake straightened and watched her steadily. “There didn’t seem to be much reason to.”
Stung, Marnie withdrew quickly and touched her fingertips to her lips. She backed away her eyes wide. Jake watched thoughts chase across her face—wonder, fear, confusion—before she wiped away all emotion.

He wanted to reach for her, even had his hand partially extended, but she turned away and returned to grooming the Unicorns. He glided closer nearly touching her until she stopped her brushing and swung to face him.

He reached for her again. This time she didn’t pull away. Raising his hand to her face, he brushed aside loose tendrils to stroke her cheek. “You’re even lovelier than I remembered.”

She remained motionless, expressionless, staring into his face, oblivious to the stroking of his hand and the scrutiny of his searching, roaming eyes. The path his gaze took eventually crossed with hers and locked. For countless moments and a split second, an eternity and an instant, they met on a level that mapped beyond the physical but nowhere in reality.

“I thought that I’d imagined your beauty and grace. I thought that the attraction would disappear like the dream that it had seemed to be,” he didn’t say.
“I thought that I’d never see you again,” she never replied.

She opened her mouth to speak, then frowned and turned away to groom the Unicorns once more. “We leave at daylight, even if the Little Princess is not here.”
He dropped his arm and watched her for a moment. She turned to face him, but any trace of what she’d been thinking or feeling, she managed to put away. He sighed temporarily defeated.

“She’ll be here.” Jake made his way to the door and paused. Turning to face her, he warned, “Oh, and Marnie,”

She paused in brushing Glitter and looked up at him. “I would call her Cat if I were you. She has a distinct dislike, right now, for being reminded of her place in life.”

She shrugged and returned to her task. He watched her a moment then turned to leave. At the door, he paused and turned to face her. Marnie stopped in mid-stroke and looked at him questioningly.

“Something else?”

He smiled. “Yeah, there is.” Walking around Glitter, he took the currycomb out of her loose grip and laid it on the stall. “I have to know.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he covered her lips with his, snaking an arm around her waist and cupping the back of her head with his other hand. All the broken pieces—his heart, his soul—slid back into place as he fit his body to hers.

"Crossing Faeryland" -- My New Cover

I’m a new writer for Red Rose Publishing and very proud to be here. Since most of you are unfamiliar with my work, and me, I’d like to spend a few minutes describing my terribly boring life.

In my spare time, I work as a Computer Analyst for a large toy manufacturer. I spend my time babysitting websites and troubleshooting problems with them. Like pets, I also get to take care of the servers living in the company’s web farms, seeing that they get the care and attention they need. (Psst! Given half a chance, they’ll run wild, pooping and chewing on all the well-behaved machines.)

I suppose I don’t have to tell you how much of my time I spend fantasizing about things having nothing to do with toys or computers. Although, I do have one recurring fantasy about the toy soldiers in Babes in Toyland marching out to battle the Evil Windows Giant.

In one fell swoop, the behemoth annihilates the soldiers with the Blue Screen of Death. Fear not, though. The toys send in a Trojan horse who wreaks havoc, bringing down the giant from within.

My mother tells me that she shouldn’t have been so stringent with my toilet training, while my kids just shake their heads and tell me to get some sleep. My dogs love me, though.

I have four Yorkies. I had five, but one of them died last Sunday. I cried all day, and then I went to work the next day and cried. I thought that with a pack of them, I wouldn’t hurt so much when it was their time. But it’s like people—they’re not interchangeable.

My love of animals, most especially dogs (and anything doggy like wolves), colors most of my writing. I’m particularly fond of the idea that animals may be like us, but are far nobler.

My Shapeshifters, be they wolf, panther, or dragon, are always the heroes. Being that they’re half-human, however, they do have pack mates who act up now and then. Faeries are the same way, don’t you think?

“Crossing Faeryland”, coming soon from Red Rose Publishing, explores the “what if” world of possibilities of a future where mankind no longer rules all. Come explore the world of Terrantoo and sit a spell.


Raine McIntyre

Crossing Faeryland

What happens when reality and fantasy merge? When duty and desire collide? When love and honor sit on opposite sides? My newest novel, Crossing Faeryland, is an Erotic Fantasy Romance that takes place in a fantastical future more than a century away. A plot to pair Marnie, a half dryad, with Jake, the heir to the American throne and Sam, Marnie’s half brother and half shapeshifter with Cat, Jake’s younger sister, the four are sent from the United States across the Elfkind country of Terrantoo to America. This epic adventure parallels the voyage of discovery each of them takes to become who destiny means them to be.

Although the denizens of Terrantoo prove dangerous, family plots of the scheming kind, shared histories of wounded pride and mistrust, mutual attraction and sensual exploration that scorch the heart turn out to be the true threat to their peaceful, predictable lives. They battle Ogres, Harpies, Pixies, and Brownies as well as humans and Faeries, to survive while discovering new love and rediscovering old along the way. Magic and passion combine in this erotic tale of political intrigue in a time when fantasy and reality have come to occupy the same space.

I am signing the contract with my new publisher whom I'm keeping secret after that debacle with Triskelion. Frankly, I'm sick of the whole thing!

Raine

“Under a Wild Wolf Moon”

"Doing Time"

Enter the World of Raine McIntyre—Where Magick & Passion Turn Ordinary Lives Into Extraordinary Adventures!

Are you ready?

Sooooo, anyone ready for Christmas? I just finished my class and, of course, I have to change my schedule for work, although not too much this time. My son has decided that going to school is an option, and my 5 Yorkies feel the same way about using the poopie paper (paper you go poopie on).

Sometimes I feel my life skidding out of control. Then I realize that the illusion is when I think that I have control. In real life there just is no such thing as complete control.

I recently was able to participate as a judge in an ebook contest. The books were great and made me realize again how much quality work is in ebooks today. Strange, but never once did I compare my books to theirs. I was judging the erotica category and competing in the romance category, so it wasn't the same thing, but writing is writing no matter the category. I encourage everyone to read.

I don't have as much time to read anymore, with work and writing. I have to force myself to put down my pencil (I write long hand) and read instead of write sometimes. It's well worth it though.

I rarely noticed technique before I started writing seriously. Now, I'm amazed at what I was missing. I really admire how well some writers write and I'm surprised at how many best-selling authors don't write all that well. Oh, well. Who am I to criticize?

I recently finished the rough draft of my new Fantasy novel, Crossing Faerieland. Each book I write is more interesting to me than the last. This one has faeries, shapeshifters, humans, dryads, dragons, pixies, brownies, ogres, and probably others I've forgotten. It's full of sex and violence--a little something for everyone.

I do have a conundrum, though. I wrote a scene with m/m sex in it. I'm conflicted about whether or not to include it. I've got it. I'll run a poll and see which users prefer. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Well, everyone shop safely. Be sure to vote for your favorite version on my website at http://rainemcintyre.net/.


Raine McIntyre
“Under the Wild Wolf Moon” , Available from Triskelion
"Doing Time" , Available Now from Triskelion
WhereMagick & Passion Transform Ordinary Lives Into Extraordinary Adventures!

"Doing Time" was released the 15th...

Yeah!!!! My book is out! "Doing Time" is now available from Triskelion Publishing. Here's the link... Link to "Doing Time" Order Page . Get your copy while they're hot.


Raine McIntyre
http://RaineMcIntyre.net/
"Under The Wild Wolf Moon" Available from Triskelion
"Doing Time" Available Now From Triskelion
Where Magick & Passion Turn Ordinary Lives Into Extraordinary Adventures!

I write Erotic Paranormal Romance. The characters that have lived only in my imagination, begged me to be let out, so I let them out. They're spilled all over the pages of my novels and short stories. I can't get them out fast enough, so I know there is plenty more to come. Writer's block has yet to visit me.

A strange thing happens when you write, the characters do whatever they want. Most people think they do what the writer wants, but I've never known it to be that way. How about you writers out there. Do your characters behave or do they live out their own fantasies?

My first novel, "Under The Wild Wolf Moon", is the first in a trio of books about an Irish Clan of Shapeshifters (not werewolves) living in Montana. Check out my website for more information.

Saving the wolves has become personal and dangerous for biologists Siobhan McMahon and Faelan Conroy. Someone is out to destroy the recently re-introduced Gray Wolves, as
well as the couple’s centuries-old Irish Shapeshifter Clan. With the help of Faelan, Siobhan must first regain her memory of the night of her parents’ murders, which holds the secret of the evil in their midst. The cold winter of Montana cannot stifle the growing heat between them as they struggle to protect a vanishing species and a disappearing way of life Under the Wild Wolf Moon.

My second book, "Doing Time", is due out any day now from Triskelion Publishing. Keep checking back to get your copy.

What if time wasn’t linear? What if the order of the universe required guardians—Time Dancers—to keep the fabric of time from unraveling? What if these Time Dancers had to be true soul mates, and what if you were told that your destiny was to become one?

My name is Charity Donovan. I am sure that gorgeous Gavin Carpenter is delusional, nuts or both when he informs me that we are soul mates destined to save the universe and everyone in it. That is until we're swept into the battle between Good and Evil, angels and demons, on a quest to repair a time rift that threatens the universe.

It has a surprise ending. Cool, huh? Write to me and let me know your thoughts.

Raine McIntyre
http://rainemcintyre.net/
“Under the Wild Wolf Moon”, February 2006, Triskelion
"Doing Time" Coming Soon from Triskelion
Where Magick & Passion Turn Ordinary Lives Into Extraordinary Adventures!