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September 24, 2023
Solar Fantasy – Aubrey & Lindsey Retold – Ch. 7 up on Patreon!
Scene 7 of
Solar Fantasy – Aubrey & Lindsey Retold
is up on my Patre♡n! Wherein Aubrey realizes precisely who he dallied with at the party. Please enjoy this sneak peek and join me for more.
~
“Apparently the prince met someone at the party and is absolutely besotted.”
Aubrey, who’d spent the last few moments trying and failing to remember which prince was called Lindsey, felt a growing unease at this. “Oh?”
“Yes. So besotted, in fact, that he failed to learn the man’s name. He’s turned to Graves for help with the matter. And Graves went down the whole guest list, searching for anyone who matches the description Prince Lindsey gave, or anyone who saw such a person at the party. Several people have claimed to, of course, but Graves has discredited their testimonies.”
Aubrey’s stomach did an uncomfortable flip. “What description did the prince give?”
“That’s the funniest part. Small, dark, large eyes, sharp features. Sound familiar?” Halloway asked with a grin.
Aubrey didn’t think it very funny at all, but forced a smile.
“Finally,” Halloway continued, “Graves got so fed up with the whole business that he came to me in desperation and asked if I’d brought anyone particularly beautiful along to the party—one of my models, perhaps? And I told him no, not any of my models, but a gentleman I wish would model for me. And, upon reflection, he almost matches the description. But I cannot for the life of me imagine him taking such liberties—though I suppose the prospect of prince is a very compelling catch.”
Aubrey’s growing dread became an internal scream.
“Anyway,” Halloway said with a dismissive wave, “that’s what I told Graves. Couldn’t possibly be my man, sorry I can’t be of more help, et cetera. But isn’t it extraordinary? The mystery man is a match for you in every aspect save behaviour.”
“What does Prince Lindsey look like?” Aubrey asked.
Halloway’s mirth died on his face.
~
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“Apparently the prince met someone at the party and is absolutely besotted.”
Aubrey, who’d spent the last few moments trying and failing to remember which prince was called Lindsey, felt a growing unease at this. “Oh?”
“Yes. So besotted, in fact, that he failed to learn the man’s name. He’s turned to Graves for help with the matter. And Graves went down the whole guest list, searching for anyone who matches the description Prince Lindsey gave, or anyone who saw such a person at the party. Several people have claimed to, of course, but Graves has discredited their testimonies.”
Aubrey’s stomach did an uncomfortable flip. “What description did the prince give?”
“That’s the funniest part. Small, dark, large eyes, sharp features. Sound familiar?” Halloway asked with a grin.
Aubrey didn’t think it very funny at all, but forced a smile.
“Finally,” Halloway continued, “Graves got so fed up with the whole business that he came to me in desperation and asked if I’d brought anyone particularly beautiful along to the party—one of my models, perhaps? And I told him no, not any of my models, but a gentleman I wish would model for me. And, upon reflection, he almost matches the description. But I cannot for the life of me imagine him taking such liberties—though I suppose the prospect of prince is a very compelling catch.”
Aubrey’s growing dread became an internal scream.
“Anyway,” Halloway said with a dismissive wave, “that’s what I told Graves. Couldn’t possibly be my man, sorry I can’t be of more help, et cetera. But isn’t it extraordinary? The mystery man is a match for you in every aspect save behaviour.”
“What does Prince Lindsey look like?” Aubrey asked.
Halloway’s mirth died on his face.
~
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September 23, 2023
Saturday Snippet, 9.23.23
The music resumed. Fiore took a tentative step, balancing on the balls of his feet as Enzo had instructed. He did not fall.
Again Enzo retreated. Again Fiore advanced. But as he swept in to fill the lack, only for Enzo to withdraw, Fiore realized it was no such thing. Enzo did not flee from him. Rather, Enzo made way for him, inviting him to occupy the space he once held but a moment ago, continually welcoming him into his arms as he’d so oft welcomed him into his body, showing Fiore over and over how eager he felt to draw him into his life. And he drew very near indeed—near enough to feel the warmth of Enzo’s heaving chest; near enough for their stockinged calves to brush against each other as they tangled and untangled like they had so oft before amidst the bed-clothes; near enough to behold the smiling gleam in his tender gaze beneath the bauta mask. They twirled across the deck in the tentative embrace demanded by the dance. The music seemed to bear them up and swirl them ‘round in its irresistible current.
Only when the song ended did Fiore recall they had an audience.
~
Fiorenzo is a queer fantasy-of-manners romance featuring secret identities, hurt/comfort, and a happily-ever-after. Coming out September 30th – preorder today!
Again Enzo retreated. Again Fiore advanced. But as he swept in to fill the lack, only for Enzo to withdraw, Fiore realized it was no such thing. Enzo did not flee from him. Rather, Enzo made way for him, inviting him to occupy the space he once held but a moment ago, continually welcoming him into his arms as he’d so oft welcomed him into his body, showing Fiore over and over how eager he felt to draw him into his life. And he drew very near indeed—near enough to feel the warmth of Enzo’s heaving chest; near enough for their stockinged calves to brush against each other as they tangled and untangled like they had so oft before amidst the bed-clothes; near enough to behold the smiling gleam in his tender gaze beneath the bauta mask. They twirled across the deck in the tentative embrace demanded by the dance. The music seemed to bear them up and swirl them ‘round in its irresistible current.
Only when the song ended did Fiore recall they had an audience.
~
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September 17, 2023
Solar Fantasy – Aubrey & Lindsey Retold – Ch. 6 up on Patreon!
Scene 6 of
Solar Fantasy – Aubrey & Lindsey Retold
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~
“Who was that beautiful man at the party?”
Graves gave him a blank look. “You’ll have to be a little more specific. I rather stacked the deck in that regard.”
Upon reflection, Lindsey supposed all the guests had looked quite fashionable. But to his mind, there was only one truly beautiful man. “Dark hair, compelling eyes.”
“Beardsley?” Graves guessed. “Long face, slender hands, tall, artistic type?”
“What? No,” said Lindsey. “Shorter than myself—”
“Most people are,” Graves said in the tone of one who’d often lamented it.
“Shorter than you,” Lindsey added.
“That’s something, at least,” Graves sighed. “Why didn’t you ask him his name at the time? Not shy, surely.”
“No,” Lindsey said. “Its just I didn’t think of it. We stopped talking after a certain point.”
At first it seemed this allusion might pass Graves by. Then, with a spark of understanding which turned to wonder, he stared at Lindsey. “Do you perhaps mean your mouths were otherwise occupied?”
“Yes,” said Lindsey with heat rising in his cheeks. He didn’t see why Graves had to make such a point of it. Graves himself was no stranger to, well, encounters with strangers.
“How occupied?” Graves demanded with a wolfish grin.
“Enough so that I failed to catch his name,” Lindsey said firmly, hoping to dissuade any further delving for details.
Graves appeared disappointed, but glossed over it with reasonable grace. “And you wish to see him again.”
“Very much so.”
“Can you recall any more details?”
Lindsey could recall a great many, but he didn’t think they were of a sort Graves would recognize. Or maybe they were. Perhaps Graves had dallied with the beautiful man before. Lindsey felt a pang, more sympathetic than jealous. He’d heard how Graves spoke of his more casual conquests, and didn’t like the idea of him speaking of the beautiful man in the same tones. “Heart-shaped face. Cupid’s bow lips. Sharp features—cheekbones in particular. And his eyes…” Here Lindsey faltered, not for lack of memory, but overcome by it. “Large and dark, with such a gaze as would bring anyone to his knees.”
Graves’s own eyes widened. “Would it, now?”
Too late, Lindsey realized the implications of his description. “You know what I mean.”
~
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“Who was that beautiful man at the party?”
Graves gave him a blank look. “You’ll have to be a little more specific. I rather stacked the deck in that regard.”
Upon reflection, Lindsey supposed all the guests had looked quite fashionable. But to his mind, there was only one truly beautiful man. “Dark hair, compelling eyes.”
“Beardsley?” Graves guessed. “Long face, slender hands, tall, artistic type?”
“What? No,” said Lindsey. “Shorter than myself—”
“Most people are,” Graves said in the tone of one who’d often lamented it.
“Shorter than you,” Lindsey added.
“That’s something, at least,” Graves sighed. “Why didn’t you ask him his name at the time? Not shy, surely.”
“No,” Lindsey said. “Its just I didn’t think of it. We stopped talking after a certain point.”
At first it seemed this allusion might pass Graves by. Then, with a spark of understanding which turned to wonder, he stared at Lindsey. “Do you perhaps mean your mouths were otherwise occupied?”
“Yes,” said Lindsey with heat rising in his cheeks. He didn’t see why Graves had to make such a point of it. Graves himself was no stranger to, well, encounters with strangers.
“How occupied?” Graves demanded with a wolfish grin.
“Enough so that I failed to catch his name,” Lindsey said firmly, hoping to dissuade any further delving for details.
Graves appeared disappointed, but glossed over it with reasonable grace. “And you wish to see him again.”
“Very much so.”
“Can you recall any more details?”
Lindsey could recall a great many, but he didn’t think they were of a sort Graves would recognize. Or maybe they were. Perhaps Graves had dallied with the beautiful man before. Lindsey felt a pang, more sympathetic than jealous. He’d heard how Graves spoke of his more casual conquests, and didn’t like the idea of him speaking of the beautiful man in the same tones. “Heart-shaped face. Cupid’s bow lips. Sharp features—cheekbones in particular. And his eyes…” Here Lindsey faltered, not for lack of memory, but overcome by it. “Large and dark, with such a gaze as would bring anyone to his knees.”
Graves’s own eyes widened. “Would it, now?”
Too late, Lindsey realized the implications of his description. “You know what I mean.”
~
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September 16, 2023
Saturday Snippet, 9.16.23
“What do you intend to do,” Enzo asked, “when you find your elderly patron?”
Fiore had never received that sort of enquiry in afterglow before. It felt rather like Enzo had tipped him out of bed and into the canal. Nevertheless he had a ready answer. “Make him happy ‘til the end of his days.”
“And after that?”
Fiore shrugged.
“You must have given some thought to what you would do with your share of the gentleman’s fortune,” Enzo said with a smile. “Would you become a man of leisure? How would you fill your days—drawing? Music?”
“You’re a man of leisure,” Fiore retorted. “How do you fill your days?”
“With you.”
Fiore paused. “I can’t very well follow in your footsteps then, lest I become full of myself.”
Enzo laughed. “Very true. Would you return to your trade? Set up your own house?”
“I like my trade well enough,” Fiore admitted. A thought struck him. “Would you wish for me to return to it?”
Enzo’s smile shifted into something more wistful. “It would rather give me something to look forward to.”
Fiore ignored the pang provoked by that smile. “You’ll have moved on by then.”
Enzo did not look as though he agreed with him but knew better than to argue. “If you don’t return to your trade after your patron’s demise… might I try my suit again regardless?”
“You’ll have moved on by then,” Fiore repeated, though he believed it less with every passing moment. Particularly as Enzo gazed down at him with those fond and gentle eyes.
And as he realized that he might not have moved on by then, either.
~
Fiorenzo is a queer fantasy-of-manners romance featuring secret identities, hurt/comfort, and a happily-ever-after. Coming out September 30th – preorder today!
~
Fiore has a plan. Find a wealthy elderly gentleman, delight him until the end of his days, and retire on the resulting inheritance. It’s the best outcome a low-born courtesan in the city of Halcyon can hope for.
And it seems a perfect scheme… until a mysterious masked man upends it.
Banished from university after a disastrous duel, Enzo wanders the city searching for scraps of the affection he’s lost. His public mask conceals private agonies. A single night in the company of a courtesan, however, balms his wounded heart, and he finds himself returning again and again to Fiore, revealing more of himself than he’s ever dared before.
Furthermore, and more astonishing still, Fiore finds he returns Enzo’s affections.
But while Fiore wears no mask, he nonetheless has secrets of his own. And when the ghosts of their pasts return to haunt them, only the bond of trust between them will carry them through.
Fiore had never received that sort of enquiry in afterglow before. It felt rather like Enzo had tipped him out of bed and into the canal. Nevertheless he had a ready answer. “Make him happy ‘til the end of his days.”
“And after that?”
Fiore shrugged.
“You must have given some thought to what you would do with your share of the gentleman’s fortune,” Enzo said with a smile. “Would you become a man of leisure? How would you fill your days—drawing? Music?”
“You’re a man of leisure,” Fiore retorted. “How do you fill your days?”
“With you.”
Fiore paused. “I can’t very well follow in your footsteps then, lest I become full of myself.”
Enzo laughed. “Very true. Would you return to your trade? Set up your own house?”
“I like my trade well enough,” Fiore admitted. A thought struck him. “Would you wish for me to return to it?”
Enzo’s smile shifted into something more wistful. “It would rather give me something to look forward to.”
Fiore ignored the pang provoked by that smile. “You’ll have moved on by then.”
Enzo did not look as though he agreed with him but knew better than to argue. “If you don’t return to your trade after your patron’s demise… might I try my suit again regardless?”
“You’ll have moved on by then,” Fiore repeated, though he believed it less with every passing moment. Particularly as Enzo gazed down at him with those fond and gentle eyes.
And as he realized that he might not have moved on by then, either.
~
Fiorenzo is a queer fantasy-of-manners romance featuring secret identities, hurt/comfort, and a happily-ever-after. Coming out September 30th – preorder today!
~
Fiore has a plan. Find a wealthy elderly gentleman, delight him until the end of his days, and retire on the resulting inheritance. It’s the best outcome a low-born courtesan in the city of Halcyon can hope for.
And it seems a perfect scheme… until a mysterious masked man upends it.
Banished from university after a disastrous duel, Enzo wanders the city searching for scraps of the affection he’s lost. His public mask conceals private agonies. A single night in the company of a courtesan, however, balms his wounded heart, and he finds himself returning again and again to Fiore, revealing more of himself than he’s ever dared before.
Furthermore, and more astonishing still, Fiore finds he returns Enzo’s affections.
But while Fiore wears no mask, he nonetheless has secrets of his own. And when the ghosts of their pasts return to haunt them, only the bond of trust between them will carry them through.
September 10, 2023
Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold - Ch. 5 up on Patreon!
Scene 5 of
Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold
is up on my Patre♡n! Please enjoy this sneak peek and join me for more.
~
The cold fog of the City hit him full in the face as he plunged onward through the darkness. The roar of music and a hundred human voices fell away. The glow of the Crystal Palace reached only a few meters into the gloom. He didn’t dare glance backward at the brilliant crush of bright young things of fashion, fluttering within the glass walls like butterflies in a conservatory. A gnat like himself had no place amongst them.
And yet, no matter how many steps he marched over the slippery cobblestones, he could not forget the touch of soft fingertips trailing through his hair. His scalp still tingled with the echoes of the sensation, its electricity not yet discharged, every now and again sending another shiver over his touch-starved skin.
~
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~
The cold fog of the City hit him full in the face as he plunged onward through the darkness. The roar of music and a hundred human voices fell away. The glow of the Crystal Palace reached only a few meters into the gloom. He didn’t dare glance backward at the brilliant crush of bright young things of fashion, fluttering within the glass walls like butterflies in a conservatory. A gnat like himself had no place amongst them.
And yet, no matter how many steps he marched over the slippery cobblestones, he could not forget the touch of soft fingertips trailing through his hair. His scalp still tingled with the echoes of the sensation, its electricity not yet discharged, every now and again sending another shiver over his touch-starved skin.
~
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♡ the Aubrey & Lindsey solar fantasy project (mm) (90k)
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♡ Shakespeare's Henriad with elves and dragons (mm)
♡ what if a Welsh vampire dated an English baronet and a Portuguese whaler together and also it was Victorian times (mmm)
♡ Gilded Age murder mystery in small-town Massachusetts (mm)
♡ Hold Fast 2: Hold Faster (mm)
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September 9, 2023
Saturday Snippet, 9.9.23
Please enjoy this sneak peek of Fiorenzo, a queer fantasy-of-manners romance featuring secret identities, hurt/comfort, and a happily-ever-after. Coming out September 30th - preorder today!
~
Enzo spent the entire encounter yearning to kiss him.
From the moment of their unexpected reunion outside the opera house; to hearing his name for the first time, Fiore, and what a curious coincidence that was, and how delightfully it danced on Enzo’s tongue; to the suggestion of a bathhouse, to which Enzo could of course never acquiesce but nonetheless appreciated, the thought of Fiore’s bare skin glowing beneath the sheen of steam and sweat; to the intoxicating sensation of Fiore’s arm twined through his to lead him, ever so gently, to the coffeehouse; to watch that magnificent masculine gem pulse with every swallow of his slender swanlike throat, and how his shirt collar slid towards his shoulder as he gestured, revealing the delicate curve of his clavicle; and to discover through their conversation that they held more in common than mere lust—not that Enzo objected to satisfying lust, but for one who’d left all his friends behind at university, he had great appreciation for a deeper connexion.
And yet despite their growing bond, the bauta mask still stood between them.
The true beauty of the bauta’s design, in Enzo’s opinion, was its practicality. It hid the wearer’s identity from view altogether, while the broad beak allowed one to eat, drink, and speak freely. He’d worn it daily for almost a year now, ever since Lucrezia had withdrawn him from university, and found it perfectly comfortable. Reassuring, even, to know he’d not be judged by his appearance.
Today, however, he had discovered its singular flaw.
One might eat, drink, and speak beneath the bauta mask—but one could not kiss.
Enzo felt as if it would drive him mad.
~
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Enzo spent the entire encounter yearning to kiss him.
From the moment of their unexpected reunion outside the opera house; to hearing his name for the first time, Fiore, and what a curious coincidence that was, and how delightfully it danced on Enzo’s tongue; to the suggestion of a bathhouse, to which Enzo could of course never acquiesce but nonetheless appreciated, the thought of Fiore’s bare skin glowing beneath the sheen of steam and sweat; to the intoxicating sensation of Fiore’s arm twined through his to lead him, ever so gently, to the coffeehouse; to watch that magnificent masculine gem pulse with every swallow of his slender swanlike throat, and how his shirt collar slid towards his shoulder as he gestured, revealing the delicate curve of his clavicle; and to discover through their conversation that they held more in common than mere lust—not that Enzo objected to satisfying lust, but for one who’d left all his friends behind at university, he had great appreciation for a deeper connexion.
And yet despite their growing bond, the bauta mask still stood between them.
The true beauty of the bauta’s design, in Enzo’s opinion, was its practicality. It hid the wearer’s identity from view altogether, while the broad beak allowed one to eat, drink, and speak freely. He’d worn it daily for almost a year now, ever since Lucrezia had withdrawn him from university, and found it perfectly comfortable. Reassuring, even, to know he’d not be judged by his appearance.
Today, however, he had discovered its singular flaw.
One might eat, drink, and speak beneath the bauta mask—but one could not kiss.
Enzo felt as if it would drive him mad.
~
September 6, 2023
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Do you wanna read Fiorenzo before anyone else?
Fiorenzo is a queer fantasy-of-manners romance featuring secret identities, hurt/comfort, and a happily-ever-after. It’s available for pre-order now and will release this September 30th.
To claim an Advanced Reader Copy ebook of Fiorenzo, please message me here on Goodreads or (better yet) email nothwellsebastian @ gmail dot com.
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• You must be of legal age to receive and consume this material. (tl;dr – no minors)
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Blurb:
Fiore has a plan. Find a wealthy elderly gentleman, delight him until the end of his days, and retire on the resulting inheritance. It’s the best outcome a low-born courtesan in the city of Halcyon can hope for.
And it seems a perfect scheme… until a mysterious masked man upends it.
Banished from university after a disastrous duel, Enzo wanders the city searching for scraps of the affection he’s lost. His public mask conceals private agonies. A single night in the company of a courtesan, however, balms his wounded heart, and he finds himself returning again and again to Fiore, revealing more of himself than he’s ever dared before.
Furthermore, and more astonishing still, Fiore finds he returns Enzo’s affections.
But while Fiore wears no mask, he nonetheless has secrets of his own. And when the ghosts of their pasts return to haunt them, only the bond of trust between them will carry them through.
~
Fiorenzo is a queer fantasy-of-manners romance featuring secret identities, hurt/comfort, and a happily-ever-after. It’s available for pre-order now and will release this September 30th.
To claim an Advanced Reader Copy ebook of Fiorenzo, please message me here on Goodreads or (better yet) email nothwellsebastian @ gmail dot com.
Some rules:
• You must be of legal age to receive and consume this material. (tl;dr – no minors)
• You must live in a place where it’s legal for you to receive and consume this material.
• Please be able to finish reading and reviewing the book either before or on September 30th.
• Please post your review somewhere others can read it. (Instagram, Goodreads, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Smashwords, TikTok, wherever – just make sure it’s not on a private account.)
Blurb:
Fiore has a plan. Find a wealthy elderly gentleman, delight him until the end of his days, and retire on the resulting inheritance. It’s the best outcome a low-born courtesan in the city of Halcyon can hope for.
And it seems a perfect scheme… until a mysterious masked man upends it.
Banished from university after a disastrous duel, Enzo wanders the city searching for scraps of the affection he’s lost. His public mask conceals private agonies. A single night in the company of a courtesan, however, balms his wounded heart, and he finds himself returning again and again to Fiore, revealing more of himself than he’s ever dared before.
Furthermore, and more astonishing still, Fiore finds he returns Enzo’s affections.
But while Fiore wears no mask, he nonetheless has secrets of his own. And when the ghosts of their pasts return to haunt them, only the bond of trust between them will carry them through.
~
September 3, 2023
Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold - Ch. 4 up on Patreon!
Scene 4 of
Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold
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~
Between university, foxhunting, steeplechasing, rowing, cricket, fencing, and the myriad social obligations of a prince, Lindsey had little time to even think of romantic pursuits.
Which meant that when the handsome stranger pressed him against the door, the resulting kiss was the first to ever touch Lindsey’s lips.
And it took his breath away.
~
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~
Between university, foxhunting, steeplechasing, rowing, cricket, fencing, and the myriad social obligations of a prince, Lindsey had little time to even think of romantic pursuits.
Which meant that when the handsome stranger pressed him against the door, the resulting kiss was the first to ever touch Lindsey’s lips.
And it took his breath away.
~
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♡ the Aubrey & Lindsey solar fantasy project (mm) (90k)
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♡ what if a Welsh vampire dated an English baronet and a Portuguese whaler together and also it was Victorian times (mmm)
♡ Gilded Age murder mystery in small-town Massachusetts (mm)
♡ Hold Fast 2: Hold Faster (mm)
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August 27, 2023
Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold - Ch. 3 up on Patreon!
Scene 2 of
Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold
is up on my Patre♡n! Please enjoy this sneak peek and join me for more.
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“‘And in the throbbing engine-room leap the long rods of polished steel.’”
Aubrey’s heart stuttered in his chest. He hardly dared to flick his eyes toward the gentleman.
But the gentleman only smiled an all-too-charming bashful smile. “Forgive me—I was feeling poetical.”
Aubrey, who had never felt poetical in his life until this evening, managed a pale imitation of that smile in return.
The seclusion of the engine room served to heighten other aspects of Aubrey’s senses. He had not realized, in the midst of the party, that the gentleman had a scent. A slight masculine musk, along with the warmth of his body, standing so close to Aubrey as he did now, bypassed his brain to speak straight to his baser instincts. This warmth was rivaled only by the warmth of the gentleman’s voice and expression, which did still more curious things to Aubrey’s heart. The atrophied organ fluttered against his ribcage disconcertingly. The thought of curling around the warmth sent a hungry shudder over his skin. It’d been so long since he’d felt more human contact than a brief handshake. The mere suggestion of an embrace felt intoxicating. He had intended only to speak with the gentleman, but now that he stood so very near, and with no one else around…
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Did you want more Aubrey and Lindsey - but in a whole new world?
Joining me on Patre♡n will give you access to "drawer fic" - aka the 500k+ words worth of manuscripts that have been shelved until I figure out how to fix or finish them.
A new scene will go up every week. Missing (unwritten) scenes will be indicated by brackets describing what would probably happen if the scene were written. Example: [in this scene Aubrey and Lindsey ride a carousel]
Currently posting...
♡ the Aubrey & Lindsey solar fantasy project (mm) (90k)
Future posts will include...
♡ Shakespeare's Henriad with elves and dragons (mm)
♡ what if a Welsh vampire dated an English baronet and a Portuguese whaler together and also it was Victorian times (mmm)
♡ Gilded Age murder mystery in small-town Massachusetts (mm)
♡ Hold Fast 2: Hold Faster (mm)
See you on Patre♡n!
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“‘And in the throbbing engine-room leap the long rods of polished steel.’”
Aubrey’s heart stuttered in his chest. He hardly dared to flick his eyes toward the gentleman.
But the gentleman only smiled an all-too-charming bashful smile. “Forgive me—I was feeling poetical.”
Aubrey, who had never felt poetical in his life until this evening, managed a pale imitation of that smile in return.
The seclusion of the engine room served to heighten other aspects of Aubrey’s senses. He had not realized, in the midst of the party, that the gentleman had a scent. A slight masculine musk, along with the warmth of his body, standing so close to Aubrey as he did now, bypassed his brain to speak straight to his baser instincts. This warmth was rivaled only by the warmth of the gentleman’s voice and expression, which did still more curious things to Aubrey’s heart. The atrophied organ fluttered against his ribcage disconcertingly. The thought of curling around the warmth sent a hungry shudder over his skin. It’d been so long since he’d felt more human contact than a brief handshake. The mere suggestion of an embrace felt intoxicating. He had intended only to speak with the gentleman, but now that he stood so very near, and with no one else around…
~
Did you want more Aubrey and Lindsey - but in a whole new world?
Joining me on Patre♡n will give you access to "drawer fic" - aka the 500k+ words worth of manuscripts that have been shelved until I figure out how to fix or finish them.
A new scene will go up every week. Missing (unwritten) scenes will be indicated by brackets describing what would probably happen if the scene were written. Example: [in this scene Aubrey and Lindsey ride a carousel]
Currently posting...
♡ the Aubrey & Lindsey solar fantasy project (mm) (90k)
Future posts will include...
♡ Shakespeare's Henriad with elves and dragons (mm)
♡ what if a Welsh vampire dated an English baronet and a Portuguese whaler together and also it was Victorian times (mmm)
♡ Gilded Age murder mystery in small-town Massachusetts (mm)
♡ Hold Fast 2: Hold Faster (mm)
See you on Patre♡n!
August 20, 2023
Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold - Ch. 2 up on Patreon!
Scene 2 of
Solar Fantasy - Aubrey & Lindsey Retold
is up on my Patre♡n! Please enjoy this sneak peek and join me for more.
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As Lindsey glanced over the room once more in his search for Carlisle, his gaze halted as if compelled. He hadn’t found Carlisle—but what he did find quite drove the thought of Carlisle from his head.
In the corner by the door stood an angel.
His skin had the soft translucency of palest marble, as if he’d sprung fully formed from beneath Bernini’s chisel, or been breathed into life by the sculptor’s kiss. His dark frock coat, of some fifty or sixty year’s vintage, accentuated the bone-china shade of his flesh, as did his hair, black as rain from a thundercloud, sweeping down across his high brow as if slashed by a painter’s brush. Sharp features filled his heart-shaped face, with lips like Cupid’s bow, and cheekbones that could carve out a man’s heart. His eyes, large and dark, flitted about the room, their heavy lids granting every glance a compelling sensuality. The full eyebrows contracted into an expression of furtive concentration, alert and intelligent, such as a master of chess might wear when considering how best to eviscerate his opponent. He stood considerably shorter than all the other men in the room, with such a delicacy of features that outshone every lady present.
Then the dark eyes met Lindsey’s own, and with a shocked gasp—the first breath he’d taken since he’d spied the enchanting stranger—Lindsey realized he’d been staring.
~
Did you want more Aubrey and Lindsey - but in a whole new world?
Joining me on Patre♡n will give you access to "drawer fic" - aka the 500k+ words worth of manuscripts that have been shelved until I figure out how to fix or finish them.
A new scene will go up every week. Missing (unwritten) scenes will be indicated by brackets describing what would probably happen if the scene were written. Example: [in this scene Aubrey and Lindsey ride a carousel]
Currently posting...
♡ the Aubrey & Lindsey solar fantasy project (mm) (90k)
Future posts will include...
♡ Shakespeare's Henriad with elves and dragons (mm)
♡ what if a Welsh vampire dated an English baronet and a Portuguese whaler together and also it was Victorian times (mmm)
♡ Gilded Age murder mystery in small-town Massachusetts (mm)
♡ Hold Fast 2: Hold Faster (mm)
See you on Patre♡n!
~
As Lindsey glanced over the room once more in his search for Carlisle, his gaze halted as if compelled. He hadn’t found Carlisle—but what he did find quite drove the thought of Carlisle from his head.
In the corner by the door stood an angel.
His skin had the soft translucency of palest marble, as if he’d sprung fully formed from beneath Bernini’s chisel, or been breathed into life by the sculptor’s kiss. His dark frock coat, of some fifty or sixty year’s vintage, accentuated the bone-china shade of his flesh, as did his hair, black as rain from a thundercloud, sweeping down across his high brow as if slashed by a painter’s brush. Sharp features filled his heart-shaped face, with lips like Cupid’s bow, and cheekbones that could carve out a man’s heart. His eyes, large and dark, flitted about the room, their heavy lids granting every glance a compelling sensuality. The full eyebrows contracted into an expression of furtive concentration, alert and intelligent, such as a master of chess might wear when considering how best to eviscerate his opponent. He stood considerably shorter than all the other men in the room, with such a delicacy of features that outshone every lady present.
Then the dark eyes met Lindsey’s own, and with a shocked gasp—the first breath he’d taken since he’d spied the enchanting stranger—Lindsey realized he’d been staring.
~
Did you want more Aubrey and Lindsey - but in a whole new world?
Joining me on Patre♡n will give you access to "drawer fic" - aka the 500k+ words worth of manuscripts that have been shelved until I figure out how to fix or finish them.
A new scene will go up every week. Missing (unwritten) scenes will be indicated by brackets describing what would probably happen if the scene were written. Example: [in this scene Aubrey and Lindsey ride a carousel]
Currently posting...
♡ the Aubrey & Lindsey solar fantasy project (mm) (90k)
Future posts will include...
♡ Shakespeare's Henriad with elves and dragons (mm)
♡ what if a Welsh vampire dated an English baronet and a Portuguese whaler together and also it was Victorian times (mmm)
♡ Gilded Age murder mystery in small-town Massachusetts (mm)
♡ Hold Fast 2: Hold Faster (mm)
See you on Patre♡n!
