Dragons In Space, Seriously!

Official cover reveal and more!

I was or had planned on releasing this book sometime this month, but the fates of writing and editing are taking their sweet time. With that said, I might shoot for the week of the solar eclipse. Since this is a book about that is half about how Xavior and Greg deal with being new parents and half about Xavior’s brother, Denis, who is currently on Luna working at Moonbase 23.

I haven’t dropped a snippet and a while, so along with the cover, keep reading for a teaser from Volume three, The Dragon’s Egg.

Cover for The Dragon’s Egg: The Saint George Chronicles Volume Three. It features Greg and Xav holding a crystal shaped egg, with a window in the background showing Earth. Art by Joanna Kwan.

Joanna Kwan is an amazing writer, artist and all around awesome person. This is the third cover they’ve done for me and it just knocks it out the park. I’m looking forward to holding the actual book in my hand soon. This cover is gorgeous!

As always, if you can toss a few coins her way, I’m sure they’d appreciate it!

To follow up the gorgeous art, here’s teaser from The Dragon’s Egg:

From Chapter 26: Sickbay

Whatever I thought would happen, I hadn’t expected the sheer amount of blinding pain it caused. At the time, the only thing I could think of was Xavior. I couldn’t bear to watch him leave his brother behind, return to base, and tell Emory we failed. Then tell his parents and family Denis was gone. He wasn’t. I could feel his life force through my hand, through the ring, so I thought. He was there, but stuck.

Only problem was that my glove was in the way. I knew if I could physically touch him, I could save him, though I still don’t know how. Sacrificing my hand seemed a small price to pay for Xavior and Denis. If only I’d been a dragon. The phoenix fire likely wouldn’t have damaged me much. The last thing I remembered was Xavior shoving my mangled hand into my discarded glove.

Unfamiliar sounds brought me back to the waking world. I listened to identify what I heard before I opening my eyes. Beeps of a monitor, doors closing and opening. Then a touch of warmth next to me, with the soft press of Xavior’s hand on my chest, his body protectively curled around right side. I tried to lift my left arm to touch his face and found that it wouldn’t move. Fear shot through me. Had they not been able to heal my hand?

“Greg?” Xavior’s voice was rough to my ear, but it calmed me. “It’s okay. I’m right here, love.” His hand moved from my chest to my left shoulder. I hadn’t realized I was still trying to move.

“Are you. . .” I tried to ask. My voice was raspy, and my throat was dry. How long had I been out?

“I’m okay.” He kissed my lips. “You’ve been through surgery and asleep for a while.”

“Denis?”

Xavior moved a little, and it prompted me to open my eyes. His face was a wonderful sight and the soft smile he had for me warmed me inside-out. “His vitals are normal, but he’s not awake yet.”

So he was better, but not out of the woods. Would he even remember anything after being stuck in a phoenix cycle for so long?

“Are you thirsty? Hungry? I can get you something.”

“I want to see.” And understand what happened to my arm. Xavior cried silent tears and nodded. He moved off the bed and went to ask for help. When he returned with a med tech, the two of them talked over me about pillows and support. I didn’t interject into the conversation, feeling the sedative pull of pain medication. The bed moved and suddenly my arm was loose. I looked down at my lap and tried to make sense of what I saw. 

My elbow looked fine, but half way below that, there was only a gel plaster that appeared to cover healing skin and stitches. I gingerly touched it with my right hand to check if it was real.

Xavior’s voice was quiet as he explained. “The phoenix fire destroyed your hand. It was slowly moving up your arm by the time Command brought us back to base. The only way to stop it was to amputate.” He paused, emotions clearly choking him. “I’m sorry, Greg,” he whispered.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt tears pool, feeling Xavior’s sadness. There wasn’t anything he could have fixed. Besides, it had been my choice. I had disobeyed an order to save Denis. What was a limb against another’s life?

“It’s okay, Xav. It’s okay.” I reached for him with my right arm and pulled him into a hug. “It was worth it. We’ll figure it out. We always do.” I don’t know if the words were for me or him. It didn’t matter. Denis was alive, and we could go home soon. That was the important part.

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Where I’ll Be In-Person This Year

Greater Austin Book Festival - Austin, TX - Saturday, May 11th
LavenderCon - Washington D.C. - June 29th-30th
Rainbow Reader’s Cruise - Ft Lauderdale, FL - August 19th-23rd
Smut Lovers Conference - Orlando, FL - September 18th-22nd (Preorder Link for Attendees)

Business Fine Print

Due to rising costs of print books and the lower print standards I’ve encountered from the Zon, while my eBooks will remain wide, I have decided to sell print books directly via my website, and indie bookstores.

By the end of the year, my print books will have shifted over Bookvault. From there I’ll determine if further distribution will happen. Either from Bookvault, Ingram, or both.

Printing the short stories book taught me a lot of lessons about distribution and quality available in the market and the POD from the Zon is of the lowest quality. It wasn’t until I wanted to print images in my books that I discovered this to be an issue.

I want to balance cost with quality and also make sure anyone buying a print book receives the best quality I can offer.