Tremontaine Season 3!

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I’m beyond thrilled that Tremontaine Season 3 is out! I’m so happy to be back in Riverside, back with Rafe, Micah, Kaab, Diane the Duchess of Tremontaine. It’s a wonderful experience reading the book serially. I had the pleasure of reading the first two seasons back to back as full books. This is my first time reading a season one episode at a time.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, start reading now! Tremontaine is told serially, much like a written television show. Thirteen episodes, one a week. Tremontaine is set in the thrilling world of Ellen Kushner and acts as a prequel to her thrilling Swordspoint series. To say that I love Tremontaine would be putting it too mildly.

To learn more about Swordspoint and Ellen Kushner, click here:

As part of the celebrations around Season 3, there are weekly challenges. I thought I’d try my hand at this one:


So, come with me to Riverside as we meet Jamieson (cough!) in the Dog Tavern….

Ink and Shadow

Jamieson knew that there were shadows in Riverside.

Some of the shadows were imagined and some of them real. As he sat, trying to write by the guttering flame of a fat candle, he watched the smoke move around him. He wondered what it was about fire that was at once so cleansing and so dangerous?

There was a thump on the table as someone set their drink down. Ink from Jamieson’s bottle spat out and landed across the parchment, blurring out a few of the words he had written. Looking upward, Jamieson was ready to give the person who had dared disturb him a few choice words (imbecilic, lowlife and slobbering degenerate being just a few of them) when he saw who it was.

All the words dried up in his throat as he took in the beautiful face of Rafe Fenton. Some of the smoke from the candle crossed his face so that it looked as if Rafe were some kind of spirit made of smoke and whispers.

“All right there, Jamie?” Rafe said, sitting down.

“Never better.” He meant that to sound somewhat acidic, but it came out like in a happy sigh as Jamieson’s gaze took in Rafe’s deep brown eyes and his lush full lips. Jamieson cleared his throat. “I mean,” he said, trying to sound stern, “Yes, yes, I’m fine.”

Rafe cocked his head to the right and gave him one of his piercing looks, as if he was seeing right into you. “Are you sure you’re all right, Jamieson? You look a little flushed.”

“No, no, I’m fine. Really. I’m just writing.”

“Always scratching something out, aren’t you? I quite liked your last story, actually. A bit trite, but it had a happy ending. There’s something to be said for that.”

Jamieson felt a stab of joy and a stab of pain both at once. “I’m glad you liked it.” It had been his best writing yet and his biggest printing. Tess the Hand had set him up with a printing press and he had put the books out himself. He was so filled with words that it was all he could do to get them out fast enough.

He felt joy that Rafe would have deemed to read the book and a stab of pain because Rafe had called it trite. The book had been one of his dreams fictionalized, the one where Rafe and him ended up together, where Rafe looked at him and suddenly found he couldn’t live without him.

Jamieson had changed the names of course, but the emotions were still there, Rafe’s mannerisms that Jamieson knew so well, Like the way he ran a hand through his hair before he got up to get something else to drink. The way that mannerism always released the smell of the oil that Rafe used in his hair.

“You’ll need to tell me where you get your ideas from. I just don’t understand it; my mind is too filled with numbers these days.” He grinned and Jamieson melted into his wooden chair. “You want a drink?”

“Yes please.” Jamieson croaked. At the very least, it would ease his dry throat.

Watching Rafe go to the barkeep to get more brew, Jamieson wondered what he was doing. He had spent the last few years lusting after Rafe and had been unable to write about anything other than his fantasies.

That is why the shadows intrigued him. Jamieson wondered if he could somehow step into the shadows and become someone that Rafe would lust after…or even love? Rafe tended to go for the more roguish kind of men and, as a writer and a lover of literature and books, he was far from being that kind of man.

Jamieson wondered what it would take to get Rafe to notice him? He had been doodling with his finger on his paper with the droplets of ink that had landed there. Jamieson was so distracted, he had not noticed Micah sitting beside him until she spoke up.

“That seems like an odd way to write, Jamieson. Maybe it would be better if you use your quill?”

Looking up from the paper, he gave a little laugh. “I’m sorry, Micah. I was a little lost in thought. Have you seen Rafe? He was supposed to be back with drinks.”

“He’s up there.” She pointed towards the bar.

Another devilishly handsome man was talking to Rafe and Rafe was looking at the handsome man entranced. Jamieson wished that Rafe would look at him that way. “Oh, but he was going to get me some brew.”

“He gave it to the man he’s talking to. But look, I brought you some and a tomato pie. I hope that’s okay? I’m a little hungry and it’s always better to have someone to eat with.” She took a large bite of tomato pie and washed it down with some brew. “That’s what my mother always says.”

“Yes, yes.” Jamieson said, still looking at Rafe.

It was silent for a moment until Micah spoke again. “You will set Rafe on fire faster then a candle if you keep looking at him like that. Besides, staring isn’t polite.”

Letting out a laugh, Jamieson took a swig of brew and gave Micah a weak smile. “I’m sorry for being such terrible company tonight Micah.”

“That’s all right. Rafe says that all of you artistic types should be excused from normal behaviours as your heads are always somewhere else. I don’t know quite what he means by that as your head is on your shoulders.”

The laugh that came out this time surprised Micah for it was loud and joyous. It also surprised Jamieson. “Thank you for that, Micah, truly. I’m just such a mess.”

“It’s always that way when you love someone who doesn’t see you.”

Jamieson gave her a shocked look. “How did you…?”

“I read your last story. I read all of your stories. You should write something longer. They are always over too soon.”

“Are the stories that obvious?” Jamieson asked meekly.

“To those that aren’t too blind to see.” Micah shrugged. “You should fall in love with someone who can see you. Like that guy over there. He’s been staring at you hopefully for the past hour we’ve been here. You should go and say hello. He looks even more shy than you.”

Looking to where Micah had pointed, he saw a tall broad-shouldered man with short hair and a kind smile. When the man saw Jamieson looking at him, he began to blush and Jamieson swore he could feel the heat of his skin from where he sat.

“I don’t even know his name.” Jamieson said.

“There’s only one way to find that out.” Micah said, taking another bite of tomato pie.

Gathering his courage, Jamieson rose to his feet and began walking toward the other man whose blush deepened when he saw Jamieson walking toward him.

As Jamieson walked across the floor, he thought: ‘This would make a great beginning to a novel…’

I’ll be at Can-Con 2017!


This weekend, I will be at Can-Con!

It’s my first time at the event and I can’t wait. It’s going to be filled with books and the authors who write them! Even more awesome? I will be there!

I’m doing a signing and a reading for my book Lust and Lemonade. I’m even on two panels! Here’s the rundown of the weekend and where to find me:


CAN-CON 2017

October 13-15, 2017 – Sheraton Hotel, Ottawa, Canada

Saturday October 14th

10-10:30 AM – Signing – Dealers Room

3pm to 3:30PM: I’m on a panel called What Makes Romantic Chemistry Between Characters? – Salon F

4pm to 5pm: Working at the Renaissance Press table!

9pm to 10pm: I’m on another panel called Spooning with Spoonies! – Salon E

Sunday October 15th

10-11AM –  Reading from Lust and Lemonade – Salon B


It’s sure to be a fun filled weekend. I’m so excited! I can’t wait to see you all there.

Learn more about Can-Con 2017 here:

The Spoonie Manifesto – A Poem


I will be unstoppable

I will overcome that which stands in my way

It will always be like this

I will climb the flat mountain

I will take on the world with what others will call bravery

when it is the only way

I will be incredible

I will grow wings so that I can find a way to fly

and I will be amazing

Cloud in My Hand – A Poem

Cloud computing concept

I can feel

the storm gathering

within me, an

unexplained torrent of

emotion that has

no name or

cause. It builds

within me the

whole day, begging

for release. It

has become too

big for my

body to hold

and I watch

as white vapour

starts to slide

from my fingers.

I watch with

fear as the

tendrils of mist

start to gather

strength and substance.

They start to

form oblong shapes

within my palms

and I hold

them up to

stare at what

is becoming inside

of my grasp.

When the thunder

comes, it is

louder than should

be possible. When

the lightning snaps

along my skin,

I grow even

more frightened. I

know what this

is and try

with all my

might to pull

it back within

me, the thunder

letting out another

bellow that seems

too loud for

the size of

cloud I have

created. I focus

and the clouds

in my palms

begin to shrink.

I breathe out

a sigh of

relief when a

woman’s voice says:

“Now why are you doing that?”

I look up

and see a

woman dressed in

a long white

dress. She gestures

at the clouds

in my hands.

“What else am I supposed to do with it?”

I ask her.

She gives me

a small smile

“Why, let it out, of course. It wants

to be free.”

I shake my

head, tears running

down my cheeks.

“I’m angry all the time lately.”

I tell her.

“I’m always so angry. I just don’t know

what to do.”

She gives me

a sage and

knowing look. She

holds out one

of her hands.

“It’s okay, to be angry.”

She says softly.

“Anger can pass like a swift wind,

of a powerful storm.”

She reached out

and took one

of the clouds

from my hands.

She held it

up so that

I could see it.

“After every storm, there is

always a rainbow. You need to

let the anger go and hold

on to the rainbow instead.”

The little cloud

let out a

bang of thunder

and a tongue

of thunder. The

cloud I still

held let out

an answering rumble.

“Let the anger go, but hold onto

the rainbow of emotions,

the joy, the happiness, the hope.

Hold on to those.”

I watched as

the cloud she

held grew larger.

I nodded decisively.

“I know what I have to do.”

I let my

small cloud grow,

pouring all of

my anger and

all of my

rage into it.

It grew and

started to float

into the sky.

The cloud that

she held rose

up to join

mine and they

seemed to dance

in the sky

as they rose

higher and higher.

There was an

earth shattering boom

followed by large

tongues of lightning

that slid along

the sky. I

looked up and

watched as rain

began to fall,

small pearls of

glass that slid

over my skin,

washing away the

tears. The storm

went as quickly

as it came.

When the clouds

I had created

dissipated, a double

rainbow as if

the sky was

rejoicing and celebrating

right along with

me. I looked

for the lady

in white but

she was gone.

Where she had

been standing, I

see a small

star, made out

of crystal. It

shines in the

half light of

day as if

it is made

of rainbows. I

pick it up

and feel as

if I am holding

a piece of

the sky.

The Author’s Journey with Mony Dojeiji

In August, I was asked to be on The Author’s Journey with Mony Dojeiji. I was honured to be the on the first episode ever taped.

Though out the interview, we talked about my journey as a writer, from where I began with my writing to where I am now.

I had such a good time with Mony on The Author’s Journey! So click below and watch! I hope you enjoy watching The Author’s Journey!

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