ARC’s of Comet available now!

To celebrate Comet’s release NEXT WEEK (omg!) I’m giving away a limited number of arc (advance reader copies) for free at Brooksprout. You can pick between epub, mobi (kindle), and a pdf. The only requirement is that you review the book (HONESTLY) at Amazon.

Here’s a snippet

The subway was crowded when Jillian and I boarded. There were no seats, so we stood facing each other holding one of the central poles in the car. As the train headed downtown, it filled with more and more humans, pushing Jillian and I closer and closer.

“One more stop.” Jillian had leaned into me, so she could speak directly into my ear instead of shouting over the noise. Her breath was warm against my skin. I shivered, wishing I knew if she liked me, even a little. As the train screamed down the track, she gave me a smile. Then she leaned in again. “How do you like the subway?”

Another millimeter and my lips would graze the shell of her ear. “I like flying better.”

Her laughter crackled over my skin, making me want.

Our eyes met, and the screeching the train and the chatter of a dozen languages faded away. I felt my tongue wet my suddenly dry lips, and her eyes went molten. She was leaning in, my heart pounding so hard I was shocked it wasn’t audible above the cacophony. Then someone pushed past me, shoving me into Jillian’s arms. She caught me, our arms instinctively going around each other.

Plastered against Jillian, my heartbeat kicked up to a gallop. Our eyes met, and it was like we were enveloped in one of those snowstorms that make everything hushed and quiet. Her lashes were long, and dark with mascara. She had a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were a deep blue, almost like a Caribbean Sea. When she licked her lips, my eyes were glued to the action.

I had an irrational thought—I was sure she’d kiss me. The desire was written clearly on her face for anyone to see. I was sure that my own desire was nakedly obvious on my own. She leaned in…

The subway shuddered to a stop. “42nd Street – Bryant Park,” crackled the distorted audio.

The moment was over, but I was (mostly) sure I hadn’t hallucinated it. Jillian pulled my hand, urging me toward the door before they closed. We stumbled off the subway car, and I blinked owlishly as I tried to reorient myself back to my mission. I was here on a mission, and it was not to fall for my P.A. But Jillian didn’t let go of my hand immediately.

What does that mean?

My romantic experience was pretty limited when it came to elves. I knew how things worked for reindeer. I knew from media the myriad way humans did and didn’t work things out in a variety of cultures. But elves? I knew their lives were close-ish to humans, but I didn’t know what dating was like for them. I’d had a few reindeer girlfriends, and I’d gone out on a few dates with elves, but not nearly enough to feel like I had a grip on elf dating rituals. Reindeer dates had been in reindeer form and usually involved hiking, or trying out human things with another potential. My elven dates had mimicked human dates—dinner or a movie.

If elves just go around holding hands with friends, why didn’t they teach us that? I don’t have any elf friends I could ask. That’s a shame—I wish I could talk to someone about these feelings, and how confused I feel around her.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, dropping my suddenly bereft hand.

“It’s—” wonderful, stupendous, magical, and I never want it to stop. “fine. You’re an excellent hand holder,” I offered with a smile.

An excellent hand holder? Pathetic! What’s wrong with you?

“Any time you have need of my services, I’m available,” she said with a flash of those dimples.

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Pre-order Comet’s First Christmas!

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I’m so excited to finally share Comet with you! This lesbian low-angst Christmas novella was exactly what I needed during this brutal year.

Will a bad Santa ruin the holiday before the reindeer go hooves-up on Christmas Eve?

Claudia
I’ve dreamed of this day for years, and now it’s reality. I’ve been called up for the Big Show. Official Pole phone and email, Naughty-or-Nice login, and upgraded I.D. with my new job title—Comet. In three weeks, I’ll be part of the team flying Santa around the world.

In an instant my life goes from peaceful, if boring, to a blizzard of last-minute flight preparations, route planning, and anxiety-triggering stress.

The moment I meet my P.A., Jillian, her beautiful smile and sparkling blue eyes are an oasis of calm. But I’ve barely got enough time to wonder if her plump lips taste as sugarplum sweet as they look. Disturbing news has popped up on Santa’s radar.

Someone is turning Santa’s most fervent believers into non-believers overnight. If we can’t find and stop this hacker, there won’t be enough reindeer cutout cookies and hot chocolate in the world to restore balance to Santa’s Naughty-or-Nice list in time for Christmas Eve.

Note to reader: What sweet Christmas romance would be complete without reindeer, The Nutcracker, ice skating at Rockefeller Center, and New York pizza?

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Comet’s First Christmas

I’ve been hard at work on Comet’s First Christmas. We’re halfway through edits and I can’t wait for you to read this and see the cover. I’m planning a cover reveal for when I can’t take it anymore because I’m so excited.

Here’s a sneak peek at the opening

Pulling Santa’s sleigh is as prestigious as it gets. When I trained as a potential team member, I knew the odds of ever actually pulling the sleigh were low. But I did let myself fantasize about how one day there would be a knock at my door, and Rudolph would be there to activate me.

Never once did I picture it happening in December.

That would be insane.

I was studying in human form when the doorbell to my home rang. It was probably my mom, trying to get me to date some friend’s daughter. I went to the door, expecting a guilt trip and “the perfect woman” for me to date and eventually produce little calves with for my mother to spoil. I nabbed a handful of hay and took a big mouthful before I nudged the door open with my foot.

It wasn’t my mother.

The reindeer who’d pawed at my door was Rudolph. Rudolph! She wasn’t wearing any regalia, but I’d been a huge fan for years. She used to be Prancer, but became Rudolph when the previous Rudolph retired—job names were permanent, the people filling those positions were not.

I realized I was (a) staring and (b) had a mouth full of hay.

“Excuse me,” I mumbled through the hay, and I hastily ate it. I wished I was in my reindeer form—my human face was burning with humiliation.

“Claudia?”

I forced down the last gulp of hay, feeling the less well-chewed bits scrape my throat as the unpleasant bite made its way down my gullet.

“Y—yes? Am I in trouble?”

Had I posted something online that was in poor taste? Had I done something to disqualify myself as a potential? My brain seized up with anxiety, and I couldn’t find a clear thought.

Rudolph laughed. “No, that was my first thought when I was called up, too, though.”

Wait, what? Called up?

“Excuse me?” I was so confused.

“Claudia, you’re being called up. You’re being asked to help guide the sleigh. Comet can’t fly this year,” Rudolph said.

The world both turned to static. It made my brain pulse.

“Calling me up?” My voice sounded far away, and the world had suddenly gone from static into stark relief. Nothing made sense. Nothing.

Rudolph whuffed in irritation. “Yes, calling you up. Report to the barn in an hour. Unless you’re not interested…” Her voice trailed off, and she tossed her antlers.

“I am! I am interested!” I had to get it out before the opportunity was taken away from me. “I want to!”

Rudolph snorted with amusement. “Okay, you want to do it. Good. Report to the barn in an hour,” she repeated and left. Before she got too far from my door, she turned back. “You’re going to want to hurry up. Only twenty-three days left until the Big Show.” She leapt in the air and bounded away.