Rose Black

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Author of queer adult fantasy, professional computer wrangler, cheese devourer They / them Repped @RebeccaPodos

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Cover of til Death Do Us Bard
Quotes read from top to bottom: “You’re a disrespectful little cur. I should have my father whip you.” “Whip me yourself, you coward,” he snapped. “You’re cute when you’re being treasonous.” “I don’t care,” Seth replied. “You need to eat, so you’re going to eat this, and if you don’t do it by yourself, I’ll pin you down and feed you myself, and not in an enjoyable sexy way, either.” “Hey,” Laurence said softly. “You’ll keep me safe. I know you will.” “I believe you said something about begging, your highness,” Seth said softly, leaning down to nibble gently on the prince’s ear. “Perhaps you might like to reconsider?” “You mean you weren’t just desperate for another taste of my cock?” Seth raised an eyebrow and Laurence laughed, a rich and full sound that made Seth’s heart swell. “Arse,” Seth said, a little louder than he intended. He slung Laurence’s arm over his shoulder. “Arse,” Laurence replied, pinching Seth’s with his free hand.
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A black, green, and red swirled space background with two men in the foreground. The one on the left is a broad man with curly brown hair, freckles, a beard, and green eyes. He is wearing a dark blue jacket with golden cuffs and collar open over a black shirt and pants. He has an arm circled around the man on the left’s head. The man on the left is upside down. He is slender and has tawny skin, black hair, and brown eyes. He is wearing all black with cutouts on his shoulders. Below the figures are the words: METROPOLIS DOWN and VESPER DOOM.
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CHAPTER ONE – MAKE SURE I GET A FANCY STATUE CHAPTER TWO – WHIP ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD CHAPTER THREE – HIS HIGHNESS IS IN A BAD MOOD CHAPTER FOUR – AN INTERMITTANT PERSONAL PROBLEM CHAPTER FIVE – ONLY WANT YOU FOR YOUR BODY CHAPTER SIX – WHAT A LOSS TO THE WORLD CHAPTER SEVEN – BEFORE YOU CAN SAY CHOO-CHOO CHAPTER EIGHT – YOU’RE CUTE WHEN YOU’RE BEING TREASONOUS CHAPTER NINE – IF WE BOTH GET HURT IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT CHAPTER TEN – I DESEVE A LITTLE KNEECAPPING CHAPTER ELEVEN – THE HIGHEST OF THE HIGHER UPS CHAPTER TWELVE – AN OBSCENE NUMBER OF PILLOWS CHAPTER THIRTEEN – I’LL EAT LAURENCE’S CRAVAT CHAPTER FOURTEEN – WHICH WAS BAD FOR SETH CHAPTER FIFTEEN – PURE ACCIDENT
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Convincing you to read my book with the characters Image shows two young men, touching little fingers. The one on the left is white with long blond hair in a single braid. The one on the right is also white, shorter, with short brown hair.They are looking at each other.
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text reads Convincing you to read my book with the pitch: Imprisoned for a crime he can't remember then freed by a sea monster, Lucky finds himself on a ship of misfits and heretics. To keep his freedom, he must uncover what happened ten years ago, and why his new companion seems so familiar...
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The four walls of his cell had become Lucky’s closest companions. Four grey walls, cold hard stone
CHAPTER ONE – MAKE SURE I GET A FANCY STATUE CHAPTER TWO – WHIP ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD CHAPTER THREE – HIS HIGHNESS IS IN A BAD MOOD CHAPTER FOUR – AN INTERMITTANT PERSONAL PROBLEM CHAPTER FIVE – ONLY WANT YOU FOR YOUR BODY CHAPTER SIX – WHAT A LOSS TO THE WORLD CHAPTER SEVEN – BEFORE YOU CAN SAY CHOO-CHOO CHAPTER EIGHT – YOU’RE CUTE WHEN YOU’RE BEING TREASONOUS CHAPTER NINE – IF WE BOTH GET HURT IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT CHAPTER TEN – I DESEVE A LITTLE KNEECAPPING CHAPTER ELEVEN – THE HIGHEST OF THE HIGHER UPS CHAPTER TWELVE – AN OBSCENE NUMBER OF PILLOWS CHAPTER THIRTEEN – I’LL EAT LAURENCE’S CRAVAT CHAPTER FOURTEEN – WHICH WAS BAD FOR SETH CHAPTER FIFTEEN – PURE ACCIDENT CHAPTER SIXTEEN – LESS THAN IDEAL CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – NOT SO SPECIAL IN CHAINS CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – IT WAS ALWAYS FUCKING STARS CHAPTER NINETEEN – PROBABLY NOT EVEN A PRETTY FACE CHAPTER TWENTY – WHETHER TO SHOUT, CRY, OR THROW UP
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One of the kitchen staff came to advise them of dinner as Seth lay down his winning hand. “You might want to put a shirt on,” he pointed out. Laurence sighed and pushed his coins over to Seth’s side of the table. “I feel that a prince ought to be able to go to dinner in his dressing gown if he wants. Or maybe we could ask them to bring it here? Carry on playing?” “Are you sure you can continue losing?” Seth pointed out. “If this carries on it will be my dressing gown soon.”
Something brushed his leg. Jake let out a yelp and almost dropped his phone. He looked down, and almost yelled again, this time in frustration. Brushing up against his ankle was little ginger cat with one white paw. It looked up at Jake with green eyes and said, mrrp. He scooped it up and looked it in the eye. It said meow, and blinked at him, purring away. “Thank you for that minor heart attack,” he muttered. “How did you even get in here?” There was no collar on the cat, but it looked sleek and well fed, so it was more likely to be a pet than feral. “Come on then, Purrtergeist. Let’s put you back outside.”
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Two young men sitting and touching fingers.
Cover of FATED WINDS AND PROMISING SEAS on one side of a notebook, next to text reading A prisoner released by a sea serpent and a water manipulating sailor with a debt on his head must uncover their connection in the past to save their home and way of life from a ruthless conformist church. Underneath is another text box reading Achillian romance Mental health rep Sea Serpents Non-binary rep Sailing Ships Water magic Ancient religions Dangerous promises Healing isn't linear Soft and gentle
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So he unbuttoned the dark blue jacket, moving his fingers to the ivory waistcoat, adding a new insult with every released button. Laurence pushed himself at Seth, one hand playing through Seth’s hair, intermittently pulling him in to kiss, or to whisper his own insults in Seth’s ear. He’d got three buttons down undone on the shirt, the last layer between him and Laurence’s chest. The prince’s collarbone was visible and just the top of his scars. As with his father, Seth had to give Laurence respect for his decision to sculpt his body to match his true gender. The surgery can’t have been pleasant, and he knew the whispered comments in the other courts weren’t easy to deal with, either. “You’ve stopped,” Laurence murmured. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already.” “Tired of you,” he muttered, gnashing his teeth at Laurence’s raised hand.
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“Finger on the planchette, please.” He turned to the recorder, checking it was still going. “Spirit board session, Brithwake Manor. Time is now… Nine forty-seven.” He put his own finger on the wooden planchette. “Is there anyone here who would like to speak with us?” Daniel gave a derisive snort. “Quiet or I shall oui-jam this board up your nose.”
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“It’s fine. Come and help me with the board.” “Do I have to?” he asked, but he slid off the table and sauntered over, still holding his empty glass. “Yes, you do. Sit.” Jake gestured to the chair on the other side of the table. “You’re my partn-aagh in the spooky.”
“The house…” This was stupid, this was stupid, this was stupid. “The house doesn’t seem to like men much. Of all the violent deaths in the house, all but one were men. It might not mean anything though. Men are more prone to taking risks, doing stupid things.” “I mean, you’re not wrong. Still. Means one good thing, though.” “What possible good thing could this be?” Daniel demanded. “It might be a haunted house that hates us, but at least it doesn’t misgender.”
“Are you travelling on business or pleasure?” Arthur asked, reaching for a slice of toast. “Pleasure.” He gripped the woman’s hand. “We just got engaged, you know. My father paid for the trip. He’s in property, you know. Very wealthy. This is my fiancée Perdita. Say hello to the nice gentlemen, Perdy.” She murmured a greeting, her eyes still fixed firmly on the table. “You’ll have to forgive her,” Sean said. “I’m working to fix her, but she’s an ongoing project, you know.” Beside him, Arthur bristled.
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Jake tried the door. It would be locked, he told himself. There was no way it would open. He’d be stuck on this side with the music on the other, and it would remain forever a mystery. The door opened. It swung inwards with a frightful creak that made the hairs on his arm rise. The music rose to a crescendo, echoing around his skull. Jake stepped inside, looking around for the gramophone that must be playing, but there were only dusty boxes, the mop and bucket. The room itself was small, just a broom cupboard really. Jake turned to leave. He didn’t like small spaces at the best of times and the music was putting his teeth on edge. The music stopped. The silence pressed in, a physical force that made him want to clap his hand over his ears. He looked around him for anything that had changed, anything that had moved or fallen to explain the sudden change. The door slammed shut.
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“I’m surprised you’re even awake. I wasn’t expecting you to get up until noon. How’s the hangover?” Jake winced. “Definitely present. But I’m going to bury it in breakfast.” He held up a bowl of something green. “Avocadolanche, if you will.” “I will not.” “If you don’t join in, you’re toast.” He set out a couple of plates along with cutlery. “Jake…” “Don’t want to end up with egg on your face, right?” “I have not had enough coffee to deal with this,” he growled.
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Cover of Fated Winds and Promising Seas with bi and demi flag at top, gay flag underneath. There's a feather image to the left.
Cover of Til Death Do Us Bard with bi flags in opposite corners and a string of musical notes on the top left.
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The cover to Til death do us bard. It's pink, purple, and blue
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CHAPTER ONE – OLD HEROES SHOULD DIE IN THEIR BEDS CHAPTER TWO – HE’S A MAN NOT A STEAK CHAPTER THREE – YOU BROUGHT CAKE CHAPTER FOUR – NOT WORRIED… CHAPTER FIVE – TRAITEROUS ORGAN CHAPTER SIX – INFORMATION FIRST; DEATH BY FLAYING SECOND CHAPTER SEVEN – THIS REALLY IS QUITE AWKWARD CHAPTER EIGHT – QUIET, BLANKET! CHAPTER NINE – CAN’T FIGHT EVIL ON AN EMPTY STOMACH CHAPTER TEN – HILLOCK WITH DELUSIONS OF GRANDURE CHAPTER ELEVEN – MOST FRIENDSHIPS DON’T END UP IN CHAINS CHAPTER TWELVE – LITTLE WARNING NEXT TIME
“I have lots of problems with you,” he continued, “and so will anyone who recognises you. Now, I don’t particularly care if the mob tears you to pieces – ” “A little harsh, Mr Torres.” “ – But I’d rather not be caught around you when it happens. So, you will do a very good impression of an old blanket until we get to Aveline, do you understand?” He gave the man another poke with his foot for good measure.
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Decent folk got medals. Ordinary men got bullets.
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“I haven’t… I haven’t shown anyone. Not for a long time.” He’d worried in the war, about getting injured and being found out, at least at first, but after a while it became the least of his worries. Arthur’s fingers were on his shirt again, fingers moving deftly over the buttons. He opened the shirt slowly, carefully peeling it away where the drying blood had bound it to the skin. Liam looked down, seeing the faded bullet wounds, the sharp line from the heldap’s knife. And the other scars, older still. Arthur brushed a finger along the gentle curve of the one on the left first, and then the one on the right. “I think they’re rather splendid,” he said quietly.
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