Cate & Luna’s Love

Cate could feel herself blushing. She and Luna had made love hundreds of times, but the feeling was always new.
With a deep kiss, Cate laid Luna down on the blanket and pressed against her. Luna responded with a soft, sensual moan. The sounds of the stream shared the air with chirping robins and rustling oaks as the women wrapped themselves in each other.
Cate, in a sensual breath, whispered, “Luna—the brightest moon ever.”

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Coming Soon–Cate & Luna: Love In Changing Times

I know you love strong women and good romance as much as I do. So, here’s a tease from my new novelette that combines both, coming in April 2018. I hope you enjoy meeting Cate & Luna of Savior Hill.

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The Virginia mountains, North of the James River, 1916

Sheriff Cate Murphy and Deputy Luna Bell’s love for each other runs as deep as the river valleys and as long as the Appalachian summer days. Best friends since childhood, the two women are true country girls—from the top of their Stetson hats right down to the leather soles of their cowgirl boots.  And life is good in their home town of Savior Hill—a town built by former slaves—where Cate and Luna, two queer women of color, are loved and respected.

Yet, a change is happening—a great migration of colored folks away from the nurturing land and to the big cities, in search of a more dignified way of life. Cate sees the change, and her curiosity is piqued. Maybe she could learn to be a city girl. Luna is having no part of it, though. She’s happily tied to small-town living and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

But changing times have a way of teaching new lessons.  Come visit Cate and Luna in Savior Hill.

Excerpt:

A pale white moth fluttering over the campfire broke Cate’s stare just as Luna turned around.

“I make my appearance before the Lord every Sunday,” Cate said before taking in another spoonful of stew.

“Stickin’ your head in the front doors to say ‘Good mornin’’ to the choir and flickin’ a penny in the collection plate is not ‘makin’ an appearance,’ ” Luna said and wagged her finger. She walked over to her horse, Timber—a quiet, silky gray gelding that was tied up next to Magic. Luna fed Timber a piece of cornbread and patted him on his head before sitting down and facing Cate with her legs crossed also. “Shame on you too,” she added, “for tryin’ to bribe your way out of Ms. Pearl’s Sunday school class by offerin’ to buy one of her pies.”

Cate hung her head in mock guilt. “I confess, Your Honor. But in my defense, I have volunteered to help at the next church picnic.”

“You volunteered?” Luna asked with a raised brow. “To do what?”

“The most important job at a church picnic, of course—official pie taster!”

They both laughed out loud as Timber and Magic gave head bobs. As they sat and ate, Cate gazed up at the night sky and spotted a shooting star.

“Make a wish,” she said and pointed.

“A wish?” Luna looked.

“On a shooting star.”

Luna closed her eyes. “I wish the little devil that made hay fever gets struck by lightning while cleaning his pitchfork.” 

Cate laughed and patted Luna on the knee. “I promise this is the last time I let Sheriff Lucas talk me into roundin’ up those Dooley brothers again.”

“Liar. You know you’ve got a soft spot for that old rascal who’s too dang lazy to chase down those drunkards after they raise hell and skip out on their saloon tab. This is the fifth time in a year we’ve tracked and dragged their sorry behinds back to his jail.”

“He did offer us supper when we dropped the brothers off at his jail,” Cate said, “and he always says, ‘Thanks, Catie girl,’ with the biggest smile.”

“He’s got you wrapped round his finger.” Luna leaned forward and pulled Cate closer by the front of her shirt. “And I know you keep doin’ it ‘cause you like us bein’ out here all alone.” She quickly kissed Cate once, then twice.

It was true. Cate cherished the times that she and Luna were by themselves, so they could be themselves—two women who deeply loved and desired each other. Rumor had it that the Sheriff of Savior Hill preferred the company of women, but no one—other than her parents—had dared to ask Cate directly. The Murphys admitted  not understanding their daughter “takin’ a shine” to Luna. At first, they thought it was childish infatuation because the two had been inseparable as kids. But the two grew closer and closer as they matured, and it was obvious that Cate had no interest in being courted by any gentlemen callers. Any and all who were encouraged by Abel Murphy to try, had been summarily dismissed by his daughter—and her six-shooter.  

When Cate and Luna decided to live together, they did it under the guise of two childhood friends wanting to be “roommates” who were destined to be old spinsters. But they had each other, and having each other meant more than anything else in the world to them.

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Writing from the heart

Reblogged from Women and Words

Women and Words

Surviving our national challenge of 2017 has taught me something important about writing. Not just any writing—our writing. Our stories. Queer, feminist, black, white, survivor, triumphant, unique and challenging stories. The lessons of our life told through our fiction and poetry and lyrics.

We live in uncertain, volatile times. Everyday brings another assault on our freedoms. And if you’re like me, you feel as if you might go crazy because it seems nobody is listening outside of our families of choice or our liberal, literary communities. The rest of the world I inhabit doesn’t want to hear my warning cries. I feel unheard. Our rights are increasingly endangered and they couldn’t care less.

I know now this is the time for artists to dig deep. Telling our stories feels urgent and necessary now more than ever in times like these. Because story is how we translate the personal into messages…

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Cover Reveal: County Vices

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*Takes a deep breath* My second novel, County Vices, is ready for the world. Yaaay!! Olivia and Maureen, the gorgeous duo, are back with more crime-fighting action! County Vices will be available August 30th in both paperback and eBook on Amazon. In the meantime, check out the cover and the teasers below.

Detective Olivia Winston and IRS Special Agent Maureen Jeffries have “tied the knot” and happily settled into married life. But crime in their home county of Goslyn hasn’t settled down—in fact, it’s at an all-time high. Drugs and corruption have found a foothole in the once small, quiet community, and Olivia and Maureen discover it’s a family affair that reaches from the street corner dealer right up to the County Board of Supervisors.

The love-hate drama between Supervisor Cleo Jacobs and her street-wise nephew, Chris Jacobs, has filled their pockets with plenty of cash but caused a dangerous rift between the two as both try to make their mark in the drug game. Driven by greed and ego, the Jacobs do their best to satisfy the growing demand for pills that “make you happy” and “numb the pain.” But their love of money comes with a callous disregard for others, including those close to Detective Winston and Special Agent Jeffries, who find themselves right in the middle of Goslyn’s biggest crime story.

Love, violence, and betrayal combine to make the perfect, poisonous pill.

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 “If you wanna live large, you gotta play big.”
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Chris Jacobs tossed his phone on the van’s
dashboard.
“Was that Roy again?” Terry Gordon asked.
“Yeah. He’s a pain in the ass. He acts like
nobody knows what to do but him!”
“I know, man. But we never moved this much
stuff before. We’ve got enough Oxy and Ritalin to
get twenty years with the Feds.”
Chris scowled. “We need to make a name for
ourselves. So don’t punk out on me now!”
“Take it easy, man. I’m down for anything. I’ll
do my part as long as I keep gettin’ paid.”

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“Police! Drop the gun!” Olivia shouted as she
and Maureen sprinted toward the men on the
ground. She stepped on Chris’ hand and pointed her
gun at his head.
“He tried to kill me!” Roy yelled as he
scrambled to get up.
Maureen pulled him up from behind and pinned
him against the jeep. “Don’t move!” she ordered
and frisked him. She then pulled him away from the
Jeep and pointed to the ground. “Sit down and shut
up!”
Roy obeyed.
Three cruisers arrived at high speed and flung
open their doors. “Which one shot Nick?!” one of
the officers barked. “Which one?!”
Olivia stared down at Chris, who looked like a
wounded animal that just lost a fight. It was the first
time she seriously thought about shooting a suspect
in custody. This was the callous perp who had just
shot a cop. Did he assault her student and harass
Mr. Bennett, too? She flipped him over, and one of
the other officers handcuffed him and patted him
down. The officer found the envelope stuffed in the
back of Chris’ pants and handed it to Olivia.
Olivia looked in the envelope then smacked
Chris on the back of his head with it. “This is worth
killing for?!”
The officer stood Chris up, and Olivia looked at
him from head to toe. Covered in dirt and sweat,
there was nothing intimidating about Chris Jacobs.
To Olivia, he was just another young, gun-toting
hard-ass type that was showing up in Goslyn more
and more.
“God, what a waste,” Olivia mumbled to
herself.