Exclusive Excerpt from Blowing Smoke

by Rory Ni Coileain

Bryce shook his head, but his arms slipped loosely around Lasair’s hips and his pouting lips parted at Lasair’s urging for a staggering kiss. Bryce groaned softly. Lasair could taste the groan. He could scent both need and despair.

He wanted to drive out the despair, excise even the memory of the scent of tears. There was an armchair behind Bryce; awkwardly, Lasair walked them both over to it, never leaving off the kiss until Bryce sat down hard.

“Would you for fuck’s sake listen to m—”

Lasair let another kiss tell Bryce ‘no’ until he had worked his way into the chair with him, kneeling astride Bryce’s lap. The chair was narrow, forcing him to grip the human’s hard thighs tightly between his knees. Bryce’s body was rigid, his jaw set; his arms had fallen away from Lasair’s waist, and now he gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles white. There was anger in the human’s intense deep green gaze, anger and hunger and…

…damn. Tears. Pooling in his eyes, falling when he blinked. Gently, he thumbed the tears away, and framed Bryce’s face in his hands. “Why tears, sumiúl?”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Stubble rasped lightly over Lasair’s palms. “‘Fascinating’ comes close. Something or someone you look at because you can’t look away. Because there’s nothing else you want to see.”

Bryce’s strangled laugh wrenched at Lasair. “You don’t listen in any language, do you? Getting close to me is the worst thing that will ever happen to you. Trust me.”

“Would you for fuck’s sake, as you so eloquently put it, forget about me and let me do this for you?” Lasair wasn’t sure if another Fae had ever spoken those words. Probably not. They were the complete antithesis of Fae sex. Maybe later he’d wonder about them. Not now. “I want to see you smile, preferably after I’ve just made you forget your own name and scream mine.”

About Blowing Smoke

Lasair Faol, Master of the Fade-Hounds to the Royal court of the Demesne of Fire in the Fae Realm, has been exiled to the human world by the Princess Consort for failing to catch her son’s kidnapper. Bryce Newhouse, Greenwich Village investment banker, is universally loathed by all who know him. Generally, he’s perfectly cool with that, but he discovers what he’s been missing—literally—when he finds Lasair chained in his basement.

Bryce was supposed to receive half of Lasair’s soul at his birth, but thanks to the Fae of Purgatory, the Pattern—portal between the worlds—has been damaged, and Bryce’s soul arrived thirty-one years too late. Now the exiled Fae is the shunned human’s only hope of healing his broken past. And with the fate of two worlds riding on that healing, Lasair is going to have to overcome both his race’s innate mistrust of genuine emotion and his own very unFae awkwardness, to have any chance of reaching Bryce’s impenetrable heart.

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About Rory Ni Coileain

Rory Ni Coileain has been writing almost as long as she’s been reading, and reading almost as long as she’s been talking. She majored in creative writing in college, back when Respectable Colleges didn’t offer such a major, so she designed it herself—being careful to ensure that she never had to take a class before nine in the morning or take a Hemingway survey course.

She graduated Phi Beta Kappa at the age of nineteen, sent off her first short story to an anthology being assembled by an author she idolized, received the kind of rejection letter that fuels decades of therapy, and found other things to do for the next thirty years or so, including nightclub singing, working as a volunteer lawyer for Gay Men’s Health Crisis, and studying ballet in New York City, until her stories grabbed her by the shirt collar and announced they were back.

Now she’s a legal editor, a soprano in her church choir and the St. Mark’s Cathedral Choral Society (unless they’re singing Mozart, because she’s decided that Mozart didn’t like sopranos very much), the mother of a teenaged son, Brony, and budding film-maker (all wrapped up in one amazing offspring), and amanuensis to a host of Fae, Gille Dubh, and shapeshifters who are all anxious to tell their stories, and some of whom aren’t very good at waiting their turns.

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