I'm afraid there's no new journal entry today. With Thanksgiving this week, some family stuff and me waking up sick today...it's just not getting done. Instead! I present to you some information and a snippet from my latest work. :) Happy Monday!
I am in the final stages of edits in The Gemini Prince and wanted to take some time to highlight what makes this book so different and special.
I primarily write paranormal romance that is on the explicit side, this
book is more of a sweet fantasy fiction. It is not explicit nor
particularly gory. It could easily be picked up by a teenager or young
adult and be enjoyed as much as it could be by someone older. This was a
big change for me, but one that I enjoyed and tried for a reason.
is a message in this novel, one of hope, personal growth, and positive
versus negative relationships. Considering that the novel features a
Bi-Gendered Protagonist, I felt there could be people of all ages that
might want to read and enjoy what it's about.
Bi-Gendered rather than Pan-Gendered or Gender Fluid, only because of
the book itself. The book is fantasy, set in a completely different
world, and it is part of the culture and spiritual beliefs that some
individuals are born governed by the 'Gemini Spirit.' This is a
God/Goddess twin combination of male and female which manifests in the
person by giving them a gender identity that is both male and female.
is supposed to be widely known and engrained into the very fabric of
these peoples' existence that a person's gender identity and sexual
orientation is determined before birth by deities. This leaves it
completely out of each person's hands and one would think leans itself
towards a more accepting and unified society as a whole.
But...just because a people 'know' this is how it is, does not necessarily mean it is accepted.
The Gemini Prince
is the story of Avery, a man who grew up feeling like a Gemini Spirit,
but was never allowed to express his gender identity. Feelings of
dysphoria, depression and isolation fester and grow to a daily
anhedonia. Eventually, he leaves his family, his duties, and everything
he's ever known in order to establish his gender the way he wants.
am both very proud and quite worried over this work. I really wanted
to write something good in order to broach this subject. I hope people
of all ages and walks of life can enjoy it. This is a romance and there
is a happy ending. Perhaps if there are people struggling with gender identity issues they might find it a fun feel-good sort of story.
Be looking for cover arts, character concept sketches, and give-aways to be popping up in the near future.
“Is it all that you expected?” I jump, sloshing the water as I sit up and
look over my shoulder. Furling my brows
I snort disapprovingly at Hector who is peeking around the small partition that
I put up.
With a roll of my eyes I reach for some scented soap and
begin brushing it across my body. “If I
did not know better, I would think that you were doing your best to sneak peeks
of my nude body. Of course, you are no
such perverse fiend, are you Prince Hector?”
I narrow my eyes at him playfully.
He gasps, placing a hand at his chest and feigning
shock. “Perish the thought Prince
Avery. I was merely making sure that you
had not fallen in and drowned while my back was turned.”
At first I laugh, reveling in the beautiful smile upon his
face, but then it hits me; he used my real name. Dropping the soap with a splash, I shy back
in the water. My jaw drops and my eyes
grow wide. I suppose I must look as if I
have had a terrible fright because he steps closer to me with a hand
outstretched. “What did you just call
me?” I see the recognition on his face
at his mistake and he winces, turning his face away.
“Ah, forgive me. Vincent…Vincent,
you said your name was. It is just that
you remind me so much of someone I met when I was a child that…” I cut him off, shifting in the tub and
causing more sloshing.
“How long have you known?”
There is a clipped and almost angry tone to my voice. I do not mean to sound angry at him, but I
feel somehow betrayed.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down in a hard
swallow. Slowly he lowers to one knee
and bows his head. “Forgive me, Your
Highness, I have known who you truly were since I spotted you in the
forest. It seemed as if you wanted your
identity kept secret, and I was more than willing to uphold the illusion
you. Please, I meant no offense. I became too casual and got
careless. It was thoughtless of me. I accept whatever punishment for
any and all
of my actions since we have met.”
Tears flood my eyes and I cup my hands over my ears, curling
up in the tub. “Stop it! Stop saying things like that!” I hiccup,
feeling the tears threatening to
break through the barrier of my eyelids and spill out onto my face. “So
then you were only treating me like a
real person to pacify me. Everything you
have done for me was only because of my station. This entire trip has
been a lie.” My breath quickens, and I am gasping, feeling
as if walls are tumbling down around me and all the air is being sucked
my body. I feel like I am dying.
“No, no, that is not it at all. I found the most wonderful opportunity to be
with a sweet and gentile prince. I was
able to treat him like a person and he treat me like one in return. You made me feel…more than just a
disappointment. You made me feel special
and I wanted you to feel special too.
But not because of what family you were born into, but for who you
are.” I feel his hand upon my
shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.
I sniffle and slowly lift my head. Looking up into those blue eyes is so
difficult for me. I feel them reach into
my rib cage, tear it open and expose my heart.
One hand remains on my shoulder and the other ghosts tenderly across my
cheek. All around us little bubbles of
water start to float upwards out of the tub.
I blink in surprise and glance around.
Hector wets his lips and looks to the bubbles as well. “We are close
to the Well Spring. Your emotions are causing the water to rise,
just like when you slapped me. The
closer we are the more your magic will awaken, most likely. Please, I
believe in this trip and I believe
in you. I am not like your family. I want you to be who you are. I
truly wish to help you and I want nothing
in return. When I was a boy my father
took my brothers and I to your court. It
was some ball or something, I hardly remember.
What I do remember is
you. I was the sixth child and did not
garner an introduction to the High Prince.
You were introduced to my eldest brother instead, but I remember your
beautiful hair and how you held yourself.
You were just a child, but you smiled to people and talked with them and
I reach up, brushing my thumb against his bottom
lip. “You just what?”