Rainbow Snippets – March 18th 2017

For the past few weeks I have been working on the first book in the Treasured series, and I am pleased to announce it is now available on Amazon! Coincidentally, it’s time for me to post another Rainbow Snippet, so I decided to combine the two together. For those of you who don’t know, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group where you share a set of sentences from a work that has LGBT related content. If you want to check out this great community for yourselves, be sure to check them out for yourself.

This segment is from the newly released A Treasured Find, and focuses on a dance scene which is both romantic and slightly teasing.


Just as Caleb was about to start his penultimate routine, he suddenly felt a warm hand rest itself onto his shoulder.

Worrying he had been caught out, Caleb spun around to hurriedly apologise, but the figure he saw was the one that he least expected to see.

Varron Sevarine was dressed in his usual genie attire, but had substituted his usual bare feet look with a pair of golden crystal shoes. He wore a black top hat upon his head, and was holding a rose between his perfectly formed teeth.

“Would you allow me the honour of joining you in this dance?”

Varron’s voice seemed to be echoing inside Caleb’s head for that moment, which was fortunate because of the rose that was currently situated inside of it.

Giving a smile, Caleb turned around and wrapped his left arm around the genie, and held out his hand for Varron to hold. The genie lifted the rose out of his teeth, and tucked it gently behind Caleb’s ear.

“Do you do this with every person that gives you your freedom?” Caleb asked with a faint laugh.

Varron gave him a slight grin in return.

“They might have given me freedom for mere moments, but you are the only man who has allowed me to be free to follow my heart.”

With that, Varron led his Hiraeth to the centre of the dance floor. The light changed in that moment, creating a spotlight that was focused directly on the two men. The music came slowly shifted to play a tune that was more beautiful than anything Caleb had ever heard.

Taking his cue, the genie began to guide Caleb around the room, allowing the man to dance as he felt as he could, but also bringing him close when they could perform a move that required them both. All the while, Caleb found himself looking at Varron in a way that filled him with mixed emotions.

When the witch had first released the genie from his prison, Caleb had felt an undeniable attraction to him. It was as if Varron was the centre of his world, and that he was the most handsome and beautiful man Caleb had ever seen. The more time he spent with him, the more Caleb wondered if there was a chance that the two were somehow meant to be together.


On a side note, I would like to thank every member of the group who has offered me kind words so far. Your support and friendship mean the world to me. I hope you enjoyed everyone enjoyed this little snippet, and will consider having a glimpse at the completed work.

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Free Short Story – Jackpot

When I released my first eBook back in 2011, I originally only posted them as free downloads. As time passed, I decided to post one of my short stories onto Amazon Kindle, and with that my journey into selling eBooks began.

As I am now writing to a different standard than I did some years ago, I have decided to post one of my premium short stories for free on my blog. With this being said, I would like to thank everyone who purchased it, as without your kind donations, I would not have had the confidence to move onto bigger projects.

Without further ado, here is Jackpot, the very first short story I ever published on Kindle.


“Jackpot!”

Arnold ‘Arnie’ Walker had just found his latest victims stash of valuable commodities. Although he had been a master thief for many years, it wasn’t often that he came across such a fantastic amount.

Not wasting any time, Arnie decided to start loading up his bag. He had watched the house for several days, so he knew that the owner would be back any minute. With any luck, he could sneak out of the back window without being seen, and the hole he made in the front door could be blamed on the next door neighbour’s kid hitting a cricket ball through the glass panel.

Just as the thief was about to leave, he noticed something lying on the table. It was an ornate glass bottle made with opaque silver glass and topped with a diamond shaped stopper. Arnie walked over to the object, and handled it carefully with one of his heavily scarred hands.

“Why would someone leave this on display?” he wondered aloud.

Shaking it up and down, the man noticed that it was unusually heavy for so simple an object. Surely there must be a reason for this abnormality. His twisted criminal mind didn’t usually question, so Arnie was caught off guard. On a normal day, he merely grabbed, stashed and pawned if he could be bothered to. Deciding to take the initiative, Arnie grabbed the diamond stopper. With a tug that would have given an anorexic man a hernia; he made the seal come loose with an enormous pop.

As soon as the stopper was released from the bottle, thick green smoke began to spew out of the top and swirl around the room. Coughing profusely, Arnie tried to see through the increasing gas but it was damn near impossible. After a few long and confusing seconds, the obstruction in the air began to fade away and within no time at all, it had completely disappeared.

Gazing through the now clear air, Arnie jumped, because out of the swirling smoke, something had appeared.

It was a tall tanned man, with long dark red hair that could almost be considered black. He stood buck naked, bar a towel wrapped around his waist, hiding what Arnie assumed to be a considerable package, if the sculpted man it belonged to was any indication. His eyes were a different shade of crimson to his hair, almost the same as a horizon pulled out of sight. His arms were folded across his chest and two golden shackles were snapped onto his wrists.

Before Arnie could move, the man spoke.

“Who has dared to release me?” he asked, his voice echoing from every wall. The thief didn’t answer, because he was still locked in disbelief. He had expected for the man to simply disappear, assuming it had been a hallucination caused by the gas. But that was not the case; the man was here to stay.

“I … I … did” he croaked.

The man turned to look at the thief.

“Then I am your slave, my master. Ask me for any three wishes, and they shall be done!”

As if he had done this ritual a thousand times before, the man bowed briefly before returning to his stoic position.

The realisation of what he had found hit Arnie like a brick, and his eyes lit up. This man was a genie, or a djinn, or whatever they were called. And Arnie, a humble if slightly underappreciated thief had summoned him.

Now he could have anything he wanted. All he had to do was make a wish.

“What are you?” the man asked his new slave.

“My species is that of the djinn. One of many that are bound to serve the will of humanity. As I am not free, my title and position is named as the genie of the bottle, and I am bound to serve you until your third wish is made”

Arnie snorted. He hadn’t needed the whole explanation, but it would have been rude to interrupt the man. He was a thief, not a bastard.

“Is there anything I can’t wish for?” he asked gruffly, coughing slightly to try and remove several years of smoking from his lungs.

Remaining as emotionless as ever, the genie nodded.

“I cannot make anything die, or bring it back to life. I also cannot interfere with the free will of any living creature”

Arnie sighed with slight disappointment. Those conditions ruled out making his enemies suffer, and charming everyone to think he wasn’t anything but a common thief. But there were plenty of opportunities to undertake with such powerful magic, and he would exploit them as best he could. As he thought about this, he decided that searching through the house for valuables would take too long. He wanted all of them found now.

“Genie, I wish that every item that I would consider valuable in this house would be placed on the bed”

His slave closed his eyes, then clapped his hands together. As soon as this was done, he reopened his eyes and looked his master.

“It is done”

Turning to the bed, Arnie saw that the genie had indeed granted his wish to perfection. There were pieces of technology, rare and valuable paintings and even the occasional piece of jewellery lying on top of the duvet.

Barely able to keep himself still, Arnie placed the bottle on the floor and admired all of his potential treasures. After gazing around for a while, he spotted something that made his eyes light up once again.

It was a mobile phone, one of the latest models with a touch screen, and it looked in practically mint condition. He held down the power button to test if it worked, but to his disgust, nothing happened. It was then he realised that there was no battery inside it, and there wasn’t one anywhere on the bed.

“Goddamit! I wish this thing had a battery” he said, without thinking.

A clap sounded from behind him, making Arnie jump a foot in the air. But before he could bring himself to calm down, he heard three words made his stomach drop of the floor.

“It is done”

Looking in his hand, the technologically advanced phone now had a battery. Unfortunately, he had wasted the second of his three wishes getting it, when he could have stolen one from any supermarket or local electrical store.

Cursing himself for his recklessness, Arnie pressed the power button once again. A chime sounded from the device, and the screen lit up, indicating the phone had turned on. Looking around it’s interface, Arnie saw it was in perfect condition, and the battery was fully charged. Swiping his finger across the screen, he marvelled in the sight of all the settings, graphical features and most of all, the applications.

“This is amazing! There’s practically everything I could ever want on here”

He browsed the phone, trying each one of the programs in turn whilst his slave stood patiently still, awaiting his next command.

“All these applications, they are amazing. And I never would have got this if hadn’t found that bottle. Screw getting just three wishes; I can have as many as I want. All I have to do is make a perfect last wish …”

Arnie’s mind was made up. He turned to his genie and smiled a defiant smile.

“Genie, I’ve decided on my last wish. I wish I had a bottle just like yours, one that could give any wish that is asked of it. One that is mine and mine alone”

If the magical being would have had a sense of humour, it was undoubtable that he would have smiled at that moment. But regardless of his personal feelings, he had to fulfil the wish. Closing his eyes, the genie clapped his hands. But this time, instead of his words, there was an enormous flash of light. Momentarily blinded, Arnie stood completely still so he wouldn’t walk forward and accidentally step on one of his valuable goods.

The effect lasted a few seconds, making the thief grow slightly annoyed at the time it was taking for the wish to come true. But before Arnie could say anything to express his discontent, the world was back in full view.

The genie was still there, but this time he was holding a bottle that was bronze instead of silver. Arnie smiled with satisfaction, and reached forward to grab the bottle, To his great surprise, the genie moved quickly, and pulled it out of his reach. Realising what had happened, the thief wanted to punch his immortal servant, but for some reason, he was unable to do so. It was as if he couldn’t do anything, without being told to by someone else.

“What are you doing? Give me my bottle!” he shouted.

The genie held out of the bronze bottle, and with a swift movement that echoed Arnie’s own effort, the other man pulled out the stopper. In an instant, brightly coloured orange smoke poured from its funnel, and headed straight for Arnie. The thief yelled in surprise and tried to run away, but the smoke had surrounded him completely before he had moved two steps away. The smoke swirled around for a moment and then, just as quickly as it had emerged; it was sucked back into the bottle.

Where the thief had been, there was nothing but a pile of clothes, and the mobile phone he had held in his hands lay on top, still charged and ready to be used. When the last of the smoke had disappeared inside the bottle, the genie placed the stopper inside it, and then placed it on the dressing table where his prison had been only minutes before. Picking up his own bottle from off the floor and placing it on the bed, he blinked his eyes and clapped his hands.

Green smoke poured around the room and when it had gone, the genie was back inside his bottle. The diamond shaped stopper flew back on, and with a flash of golden light, the bottle disappeared, to where his next master would find it.

In his mercy, the genie had placed all the valuable objects back where they belonged, and repaired the damage that Arnie had done to the front door, so there would be no trace of entry in any respect.

Inside the bronze bottle on the desk, the orange smoke faded, leaving Arnie to fall onto a bed of white tasselled cushions. Slowly getting to his feet, he looked around the room he had been transported to. It looked to him as if he was in the bedroom of a palace, one that he had seen many years ago whilst watching a film set in ancient Persia. The thief was greatly alarmed by this change of scene, and as if this weren’t distressing enough, he noticed that he was not wearing anything on his torso.

Looking down at himself, Arnie noticed that he also was not wearing his jeans, or his white trainers. In fact, he was naked apart from a towel around his waist and a pair of golden shackles on his wrists. Seeing a mirror in the corner of the room, Arnie ran over as quickly as he could and looked at his reflection. His hair was now dark red, and his eyes were a different shade of the same mystical colour.

It was upon seeing this that Arnie realised what had happened. The genie had given him his own bottle, that much was certain. But the thief realised that something had gone wrong, and when he thought about it, he knew exactly what had happened. The slave had made him not the owner of the bottle, but transformed him into one of the very creatures he had released. Letting the reality of the situation wash over him, he instantly regretted making this decision,

Arnold ‘Arnie’ Walker was now a genie. And so he would be until his master or mistress opened the bottle, and used one of their three wishes to set him free. Although he hated to admit it, he knew that karma had finally caught up to him. He guessed that every single item he had ever stolen, he was now paying the price.

Slamming his fists down on the table in front of the mirror, the new genie said the only thing that seemed to feel appropriate, only this time he said it in a manner that was completely different to the way he had used it before.

And the one word was,

“Jackpot!”


Thank you once again for reading my work. I will hopefully have some new content for you to read very shortly.

Unfinished Sample – Safety of Shifters

Thank you so much for all the new likes, and for everyone that has followed my account so far. As a token of my gratitude, here is another of my unfinished works. Once again, if anyone would like to use the base ideas included in these ideas, please feel free, but a small acknowledgement for the inspiration would be appreciated.

Without further ado, here is a sample from one of my earlier unfinished works, named Safety of Shifters. It was the story of a young man who discovers he is the mate of a alpha werewolf, but does not appreciate being watched like a celebrity everywhere that he goes.


At that moment, I realised that although I didn’t exactly trust him, the beta werewolf had been right about what he had said. Rowan had fallen for me completely, and in doing so had handed me a power I didn’t feel I deserved. As his mate, I could destroy him, or give him eternal happiness.

Having seen so many couples in my line of work, it was amazing how different it felt to be on the receiving end of a boundless affection. To be connected to someone on such a primal level was beautiful. But at the same time, I wanted to run and never turn back.

Although half of me wanted to let him claim me, I was my own person, and I didn’t want to be observed every hour by a strangers eyes. Much as I beginning to trust the werewolf, there was anger inside me that I needed to sate, and an issue that needed to be addressed.

Walking through the plush carpeted hallways of the pack mansion, I felt the presence of the shifters in their rooms, Most of them were simply resting with the ones they loved, as it was in the early hours of the morning.

I passed several of Rowan’s wolves on the way to his office. I wasn’t stopped, as they all knew exactly what I meant to their leader. A few of them did give me looks that pierced my fake confidence, and replaced it for a split second with uncertainty and indecision. The door to Rowan’s room was open, allowing me to walk in uninvited. The alpha himself spun around, and upon seeing me, his grim expression changed to a look of untraceable pleasure.

Once again, seeing the man invoked the yet to be completed bond between us. I almost suspected that if my emotion hadn’t been so strong, it would have been lost. My eyes narrowed and I walked further into the room, not breaking my armoured gaze. Stopping a few inches from the wolf, I let loose a stare of unfiltered ire. A look of confusion washed over the alpha’s face.

“Is something wrong my love?” he asked, his gorgeous voice almost sweeping me off my feat.

“Cut the crap Rowan, I know about the guards. You promised me that I would be left alone.”

I don’t know if I expected him to be hurt by my words, or to try and make me see whatever twisted logic had convinced him to betray me. To my surprise, he didn’t flinch, he merely looked quizzical.

“Why should that make you angry? I know of plenty of people who would give their right arm for protection from my pack.”

A fresh wave of anger boiled up, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him hard across the face.

“I didn’t ask for your protection you egotistical bastard!” I yelled, making every word louder than the last.

His eyes turned to me, and I saw they had become amber, like his wolf form. This could only mean that his animal was close to the surface.

“Would you rather I stayed at your back at all times?” he growled.

“No, but you can’t just put people around me that watch my every move. It’s creepy, and not to mention illegal!”

The man scoffed.

“For human’s maybe, but shifters are allowed by our law sto pursue the mate of another, to keep them from coming to any harm!”

I gave a bitter laugh.

“So you don’t trust me to keep myself safe. I asked you to do one thing for me, and you still went against your word!”

Rowan’s eyes began to calm, but his expression was still stone cold.

“I said I would not follow you, I said nothing of asking someone to watch over you, just in case you were taken by one of the enemies of the pack.”

“What are you talking about? Why in the world would I be on someone’s hitlist?”

“The whole town know nows that you are my mate. If any of the people who want to eliminate us capture you because of our bond, I would never forgive myself.”


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Unfinished Sample – The Azuran Apprentice

A painful truth about being an author is that not every idea you have in your head will make it into a book, and several stories will end up never being published. In order to get some regular content onto the blog whilst I get the final details sorted for my other books, I thought I would share some of the ideas I have had over the last few years. They are unedited, and have a writing style that is not consistent with my current one, but it would be a shame to see them locked away forever.

If anyone would like to use the base ideas included in these ideas, please feel free, but a small acknowledgement for the inspiration would be appreciated.

Without further ado, here is a sample from one of my earlier unfinished works, named The Azuran Apprentice. It was the story of a young man who discovers powerful magic within himself, and tries to manage it whilst living a normal life.


As soon as I had proudly admitted my use of the spell, the whole of the coven tensed.

“You did what?” Kertos asked.

“I created a familiar,” I repeated slowly.

“Without asking us?” Kertos’s voice had risen in anger.

There was no mistaking that I had clearly I had crossed some kind of line. Not that I was aware of it. For a moment, I was worried the council would do something drastic, but without warning, the burn mark I had gained on my arm the previous day burned bright. Because it was still sore, it hurt just as much as well. I yelled and grabbed my arm just below the burn to try and dull it, but it was no use.

“What is happening?” Kertos yelled.

“His familiar is coming of its own accord,” Jedara said with apparent interest.

And as could be expected, she was right. Magical energy swirled around in the air and a second later, there was a flash of thunder and it formed into the part dragon, part werewolf figure of Brandaar. No matter how many times I looked at him, he looked absolutely incredible. Just the right mixture of powerful and beautiful. And at that moment, boy did he look annoyed.

“What are you doing to my master?” he roared.

“It is none of your business familiar; it is between us and your conjurer,” Kertos said grimly.

“He performed a spell just as you asked. You did not specify which spells were not to be used. As such, he did know that it was a highly advanced spell, or that it would incur your wrath.”

If he would have his own way, Kertos would have run up to Brandaar and issued a warning, but Jedara held up her hand.

“He is right Kertos, we did not explain the dangers. The young Azuran is still alive and there appears to be no negative side effect to the summoning of this familiar, so I can judge that no harm will come to Alex, if he is informed of the rules and follows them to the best of his ability.”

Brandaar bowed on one knee to Jedara.

“You have my word that I will guide him so he respects and uses The Power with respect.”

Jedara nodded.

“I trust you. May I ask your name?”

“I am Brandaar of the Dracan.”

“Then Brandaar, you are welcome among us just as your conjurer. May you guide your master well.”

“I will.”

With that, Brandaar vanished in a flash of light, accompanied by another clap of thunder.

Needless to say, the whole room was stunned, and so was I.


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A Picture Paints a Thousand Words (And Characters Too)

As an author, it always helps to picture the physical appearance of your characters as well as their personalities. It may help you to imagine new ways to develop their journey, or simply to get some eye candy for your readership. Either way, I thought I would share some commissions I had done a year ago for my books. They were both drawn by a very talented artist on deviantArt by the name of linkluibymon.

The first picture is of Jason and Glenn from Frozen Heart. The human and his genie may have some issues to overcome, but they look a handsome pair to be sure.

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The second picture is a group shot of a few characters from the Shifting Secrets series. Alex, Lanley and Nilas. The two shifters and the human play an important role in the story, one which I hope you will enjoy as much as I did when I wrote their adventures.

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That’s all for now, hope you enjoyed the pictures, and that you have a great 2015!