Outer Alliance Pride Day (is September 1st, but I'm early)

As a member of the Outer Alliance, I advocate for queer speculative fiction and those who create, publish and support it, whatever their sexual orientation and gender identity.  I make sure this is reflected in my actions and my work.

Check out The Outer Alliance for links to lots of fabulous work!

And without further ado, a snippet of Silver Moon, my menopausal lesbian werewolf novel in progress:

     Becca Thornton’s first hot flash came on suddenly and unexpectedly, superheating her body from head to toe until she was drenched with sweat. It propelled her off the couch and into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. As the water dripped down her cheeks, she glanced at her tomato-like complexion and bit off a shriek.
    There had been something new in her reflection, a flickering of golden eyes and fur, visible just for a moment. Something feral and wild strained its way toward the surface behind her normally impassive expression. What the hell? She closed her eyes, shutting out the hallucination or whatever it was.
    Everything slowed down for a minute, as if whatever wildness lurked inside was being locked back in its cage. When she opened her eyes, there was nothing new and terrifying to be seen. Her own face, round and furless, stared back at her through light brown eyes. It was a face like that of any other woman of a certain age in a one-horse town like Wolf’s Point. For a moment, she wondered if this gradual softening and rounding of features, this planing away of the sharp edges, was what they all had in common.
    But the thought passed with a second, milder flash. She lurched outside and dropped onto her porch swing, the fan in her hand trying to supplement the tiny morning breeze. She rocked slowly back and forth and cursed turning fifty, but silently so that the neighbors wouldn’t notice. Here in Wolf’s Point they noticed quite a bit. You couldn’t be too careful.