Myth and Magic: Queer Fairytales, "A Hero in Hot Pink Boots," Bold Strokes Books, December 2015
First Time for Everything, "Midnight in the Maze," Dreamspinner Press, September 2014
Dangerous Dreams, "Wendigo Dreams," Thirteen Press, March 2014
Snow on the Roof, "Nachos on Saturday," Dreamspinner Press, February 2013
Dark Heroes, "The Twelfth Monster of Chaos," Pill Hill Press, August 2011
Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly #3, "Stone Cold Bitch" and "Gone Fishin'", Pill Hill Press, July 2011
Sinisterotica, "Under the Hunter's Moon," Pill Hill Press, April 2011
Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly #2, "Fantasy Match Up," Pill Hill Press, March, 2011
Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly #1, "Midnight Watch," Pill Hill Press, December, 2010
Silver Moon, Bloody Bullets: An Anthology of Werewolf Tails,"Runaway," Pill Hill Press, April 2010
December 14, 2014-- Myth and Magic: Queer Fairy Tales
Myth, magic, and monsters—the stuff of childhood dreams (or
nightmares) and adult fantasies.
Delve into these classic fairy tales retold with a queer twist and surrender to the world of seductive spells and dark temptations.
"A Hero in Hot Pink Boots" is my contemporary, M/M YA retelling of the classic "Puss in Boots" fairy tale.
Available at Amazon.com!
First Time For Everything
There’s nothing like the first time. Whether it’s a first crush, first date, first kiss, or finding tolerance and approval for the first time, for gay, lesbian, bi, and trans teens—or those still exploring and discovering their sexuality and identity—these important firsts can shape the rest of their lives. Gathering the courage to come out to their families, admit their feelings to a friend, or go to school presenting as the people they really are can be a struggle. But with the support of their allies and their own inner strength, the brave young people in these stories take the first steps toward happiness and living on their own terms. From sweet stories of newly discovered love, humorous accounts of awkward dinners and dances, to fights for acceptance and even survival, the teens in this anthology must face new challenges and rise to meet them. These are the first times they’ll never forget.
Midnight in the Maze by j. leigh bailey
Joey misses the dreaded “Sweet Sixteen And Never Been Kissed” stigma by minutes. The night before his birthday, a mysterious boy kisses him in the Halloween corn maze. Thanks to the darkness and shadows, he has no idea who the anonymous kisser is. He whittles the list down to two possibilities. Is it Blake, the maze attendant Joey’s had a crush on for absolutely forever? Or is it Jared, the hot artist who leads the school’s GSA chapter?
Everyone dreams but not everyone remembers them... Sometimes that's a very good thing. This collection of dark stories explores dreams, their impact, their meaning, their results...
Read and enjoy ... gentle warning, watch your own dreams from now on...
Dreams hold power and insight and no one understands that more than the Ojibwe Webeno, or dream-interpretor, Mr. Shiriki. Even he is not prepared for the horror unleashed by one teenage girl's nightmares.
"Just because there's snow on the roof, doesn't mean the fire's gone out in the furnace." There's something to be said for maturity and experience, and in all of these relationships, at least one of the lovers is over forty. Whether it's a May/December romance, a second chance at love, or finding a soul mate later in life, these stories prove that it's never too late for love.
Nachos on Saturday
by J. Leigh Bailey
When Duncan rushes out of his apartment on the night of his forty-third birthday, his plan is to go anywhere there are people so he doesn’t have to spend the evening alone. He doesn't expect to run into his neighbor Felix, who is everything Duncan is not—young, fit, bright and exciting. Duncan, on the other hand, is boring and dependable. But when Felix tempts Duncan with nachos and a Firefly marathon to celebrate his birthday, it sounds like the perfect combination.
Other stories included:
Queening Out by Mari Donne
Granddad's Cup of Tea by Amy Rae Durreson
The Way to a Fisherman's Heart by Tray Ellis
No Place Like Home by Kim Fielding
Ivory Black, Flecked with White by Laylah Hunter
Loving Again by John Inman
Full Circle by Rhidian Brenig Jones
Straight Shooting by Maggie Lee
Hero Worship by Sam C. Leonhard
Curtain Calls by Pinkie Rae Parker
The Bodyguard's Dilemma by Chris Scully
Picture This by Dottie Stratton & Linda James
Hunting Season by AC Valentine
Waiting for the Light by Layla M. Wier
...In times of trouble, know there is something watching over you...
Coming soon from Pill Hill Press, Dark Heroes.
My contribution--"The Twelfth Monster of Chaos"--tells of Omar, a reclusive, bitter storm demon, living in obscurity until an old frenemy returns. Seven words--"Choas reigns and her resurrection is imminent"--and an ancient artifact brings back the past he's trying to forget. Now he has to battle Tiamat, the creator of all things, to protect the world and the woman who snuck past all of his defenses.
**This anthology is no longer available. However, my story, "The Twelfth Monster of Chaos" can be found here for $0.99.
Here's a small sample:
Omar's entire body stiffened as smoke seeped in from below the door. It smelled of foul herbs and sulfur and caused the demon inside of him to demand release. The scent was familiar and unwelcome.
It smelled like enemies.
It felt like family.
Sharp fangs exploded in his mouth and his hands grew bigger, longer, and developed razor-sharp talons. Aware of the fragile female huddled against his chest, he fought his body back. He had two contradictory needs: to defend and protect Lia from what he knew was coming and to protect himself from Lia ever discovering his demon nature. He had limited success in holding his demon back. The teeth and claws receded only slightly, and his overall girth increased, but to nowhere near his full size. He managed to keep the curved horns from sprouting atop his head, and the hard carapace that should cover his upper-body stayed hidden.
The dense smoke solidified, separated and formed hundreds of giant scorpions, each steel grey and the size of a grown man's forearm. They buzzed and clicked as they scurried towards them, stingers raised. They crawled over each other, wave after wave of poisonous beasts, targeting Omar and Lia. Lia screamed and tried to climb up Omar's body. Her breathing came quick and harsh. He swung her up into his arms, pushed her face into the crook of his neck.
"My children return to me, Imhullu. Will you, too, return, my son?"
"Not a chance, Mom." Omar kicked at a mutuant scorpion that had skittered close to his foot. It squealed as it winged through the air. The venom of the creature wouldn't kill him, but it would hurt like hell. Lia, on the other hand, would die a horribly painful death if one stung her. The clicks and shuffles of the armored creatures increased in intensity, as though they were angry on behalf of their punted brethren.
The cacophony of breaking bottles, crashing picture frames, colliding chairs and stools was deafening. Omar twisted and ducked, doing his best to keep Lia out of the line of fire. Though her weight was negligible to him, it was still awkward. Lia muttered against his neck. "This isn't happening, it's just a dream." She whimpered as a wooden plaque whizzed by close enough to ruffle the ends of her ponytail. "It's just a dream. Please, just a dream."
"If you will not return, then you will die."
"Under the Hunter's Moon," explores what happens when a practical, disbelieving young woman is taken for a wild and sexy ride with the Sluagh. Origninally published as part of Pill Hill Press's Sinisterotica anthology, "Under the Hunter's Moon" is now available here for free! Check it out!
Here's a little teaser of my piece:
According to the cook, the Sluagh always came from the west, flying on the wind as an angry airborne black mob of the undead seeking to snare the souls of the newly dead to carry away.
“But I’m not dead,” she said, strangely complacent in her newfound understanding. The thought of running, escaping from the evil legend, did not cross her mind. Indeed, had it occurred to her in any real way, she was sure that her feet would not obey the commands of her brain.
“No. You live. Such life. Such passion. We need.”
The Sluagh circled her, moving closer and closer with each rotation. Their eyes devoured her, explored her. The air stirred with their movements, making her skirts flutter and her hair wave around her. She didn’t flinch at the soft caress of feather or the silky glide of fur as they brushed against her. She soaked up the sensation of velvety touches of shadow that stroked her. They wanted her!
The man on horseback, clearly the leader, watched with hungry eyes as she exalted in their attentions. “We yearn. We need. Dance with us.”
She knew in that moment that they would not take what she did not give freely, that they would seduce and plead, and that knowing released something inside of her. Caught in their ravening stares she understood: they needed her. She could give them a temporary respite from their lonely existence. Or she could refuse, and they would continue on, a never-ending repetition of duty and death. It was heady, this new power she had. She--poor, over-worked crofter’s daughter, often overlooked and underappreciated--had control over a hundred of the most wicked, dangerous beings ever to be cast in legends.
Abigail stepped forward, spreading her arms wide in offering. “Let’s dance.”