When I see an opportunity to give that will make a difference to a community I'm part of, that's especially exciting. That's why I submitted my story "To Dream of Her True Love's Face" when Torquere Press posted their call for the Leather Bound Charity Sip Blitz. They do this every year, putting out an entire set of ebooks with ALL royalties going to charity. This year's organization of choice is NOH8.
Torquere said it best:
For 2012-2013, Torquere's authors have chosen the theme "Leather Bound" in honor of Torquere’s ninth anniversary. The ninth is traditionally the leather anniversary, what better theme to let GLBTQ writers go wild. The charity which will benefit from this year’s Charity Blitz is NOH8, whose mission is to promote marriage, gender and human equality through education, advocacy, social media, and visual protest. More than twenty five authors have written short fiction pieces and have agreed to donate all proceeds of the sales of these stories to this year's charitable organization. Torquere Press Inc. will match the authors' donations completely.
This year, we're also pleased to announce that our distribution partner, Rainbow eBooks, has agreed to once again be the title sponsor of our Sip collection, and will be our sole distributor outside of the Torquere Books website. Please support our sponsor by visiting them at www.rainbowebooks.com
Now, a little about my story. It's a combination of historical fiction and First Nations legend. Two world collide when pretty little Emma in her white dress falls into a marsh at the same time as a fallen star tumbles down to earth. If Emma and Star Dancer can get over their huge damn egos, they might just be able to help one another:
About To Dream of Her True Love's Faceby Giselle Renarde
17 pages / 4000 words
To dream of her true love's face, Emma obeys the well-known folklore and places a bundle of rosemary beneath her pillow. Her family is quite dismayed when she dreams of a beautiful Native woman rather than the young man they intend for her to marry. Their laughter and derision drives Emma to the woods, where she takes a step in the wrong direction and becomes stuck in a marsh. When she calls for help, what should she hear but the steady beat of hooves and the heavy rustle of leather.
"And if I dream of Paul," Emma asked doubtfully, "I should accept his proposal of marriage?"
"Well, of course you should, silly girl!" Rosalind tucked the fragrant bundle under Emma's pillow and kissed her forehead. "You must accept his proposal whether or not you dream of him, or risk becoming an old maid like your sister!"
Dear Rosalind chuckled and rose from the bed as Emma pulled her fine Parisian quilt across her chest. "I have my doubts about marriage."
"Nonsense," Rosalind clucked. "You shall dream of Paul's face, and you will know in your heart he is your one true love."
Emma sighed as her sister departed, but perhaps there was some enchantment in her sister's parcel of herbs after all. When Emma's reluctant eyelids weighed heavy and closed shut, she tumbled directly into sleep.
Hooves fell, signaling the advance of a powerful creature.
At once, Emma beheld a proud chestnut horse approaching from a great distance. Even in sleep, its rider stole her breath away. The man on the horse was certainly not Paul, and as she gazed more closely upon his face, Emma realized this was not a man at all! The rider was a woman, neither a dainty Englishwoman in petticoats nor a colonial farmwoman in cotton skirts, but a proud Native warrior dressed all in leather.
The Native woman's face was unlike any Emma had observed in the talented Mr. Catlin's paintings. Her hair was black as a raven's and shimmered bluish against the blinding sunlight. Her copper skin glowed with the radiance of a star, her features noble and well-placed cheeks neither chubby nor gaunt.
As Emma looked on in rapture, a breeze picked up and tossed the woman's long hair over her shoulders. A stronger wind then urged her head to the side until at last she looked directly into Emma's eyes. Her expression hardened, but Emma's fear and excitement and great trepidation spilled into an eager smile. How could she impress her adoration upon this warrior woman?
Here's the buy link from Torquere (remember all $$$ is going to NOH8!): http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_111&products_id=3674
Oh! I almost forgot: if you're a Torquere author participating in this year's Charity Sip Blitz, please tell us about your story in the comments! We'd love to hear about your piece.