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ANNOUNCEMENT: Trials, by Sean ian O’Meidhir & Connal Braginsky

Trials, By Sean Ian O'Meidhir

Sean Ian O’Meidhir and Connal Braginsky have a new queer paranormal/ urban fantasy out, Crossing Nuwa Book Three: “Trials.”

With the help of technomage and hacker Theo, rare snake shifter Robbie escaped his mother and clan, who planned to use him as breeding stock. While still working to break through the conditioning and mind control of his past, Robbie is enjoying exploring a new relationship with the worldlier Theo.

But their fight isn’t over yet.

A trip to his aunt’s house for Thanksgiving is highjacked by political intrigue, leaving the couple wondering who their friends really are. They cannot help but be drawn into larger plots while trying to find justice for Robbie at his mother’s trial. When clan rivalries turn deadly, they’ll need their allies—and each other—more than ever.

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Excerpt

ENJOYING THE weightlessness as the plane lifted into the air, I studied my boyfriend as he excitedly watched the world shrink below us. His enthusiasm for everything sent sympathetic thrills through me, and I was soon grinning.

It had been an unexpectedly blissful couple of months with only one small hiccup. A week after Robbie moved in, for some strange reason I felt the need to define the parameters of our relationship. It was a first for both of us. Many firsts. I was his first everything; he was my first boyfriend. I can’t remember how the conversation started, but vaguely recall me saying that I’d like to get some clarification.

“We haven’t really talked about us.”

“What do you mean?” he had asked, his lips naturally curved curiously. One of the things I learned was that Robbie is never plagued with the same doubts about relationships that it seems like the rest of us have. Or at least that have had my entire life. He’s wholesome, and I know how that sounds, but it’s true. His very nature is one of trust and acceptance.

He had never experienced any doubt until I stupidly said, “Well, exclusivity, monogamy, I don’t know. Just curious what you want.”

“I don’t understand. You’re my boyfriend….” Though his curiosity had turned to confusion, I pressed on.

“Yeah, but that’s for now. I just don’t want you to feel held back. You know, if you want to bang someone and—”

He shook his head, his confusion intensifying and darkening into something else. “Why are you saying this?”

“I just don’t want to break up over—”

“Break up? Why… why would we ever break up?” His emerald eyes shone with tears that had made my heart immediately ache. I had done that to him. If I live to be a thousand years old, that look will always haunt me. That with a simple and quite stupid misspoken phrase I could hurt him so much.

“Why are you frowning?”

I turned to find him gazing at me intently. Robbie took my hand, shaking his head with concern.

I chuckled. “Ah, sugar… just about how foolish I was.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific,” he said with the sweetest smile that had me falling back laughing. My boyfriend had quickly caught on to sarcasm and the importance of a good burn.

I shook my head at myself. “You remember that conversation we had when you first moved in? The one about monogamy?”

“Yeah, when you pointed out that I’m only eighteen and had only… how did you put it? ‘Boned one guy’? That you thought you were holding me back?” he asked, relaxing as he settled.

“Yeah. That’s it. And you turned it around and asked if you were holding me back.”

“And you said no, because you’re a slut who was settling down.” Robbie was on a roll.

I laughed again. “Not… quite. Anyway, I was just remembering that.”

“I thought your talk with Kat had fixed all that?” he asked curiously.

I sat up so quickly I almost gave myself whiplash. Robbie just smiled knowingly. “Oh yeah, I heard the whole thing.”

I guess Kat had seen that I was mopey after I left Robbie. I had brought my laptop to the comfortable bucket chair of the custom outdoor patio and plopped down. And I had had no clue Robbie was around.

Kat just settled into the adjacent bucket, tucked her legs up under her, and gave me one of those serene “I’m here to listen” expressions.

“Look,” I finally grunted out. “I broached the subject with Robbie that he would probably be moving on from here, from me, someday and wanted to let him know I was fine. Had just… I don’t know, fuck, wanted him to know I’d rather have him bang someone else and not break up.”

Her look had mirrored Robbie’s to an extent. Confusion. Sadness. But also compassion and understanding. “You’re afraid of losing him.” It was clearly stated and absolute truth that had cut to the bone.

“She told you to get your head out of your ass,” he reminded me of the exact words she went on to say, and I realized he was still holding my hand.

I chuckled and tilted my head to him. “Indeed she did. She said a lot of things….”

“Like how your first boyfriend broke your heart?” he said so softly I barely heard it.

“We were kids. I thought it was more than it was.”

“She pointed out that you were scared of me leaving too,” Robbie said, swallowing hard. A shadow crossed over his eyes.

“Yeah,” I admitted lamely. Kat and I had talked about how amazing Robbie was, and she had made me come to terms with the fact that I was a big scared baby. Hell, he had heard all that?

“Theo, I know that I’m not worthy of being with you, but I’m glad we’re together,” Robbie said earnestly, causing my heart to drop.

“Not worthy—what are you talking about?”

“You and Kat. You talked about how amazing you thought I was, but I’m not. It doesn’t feel like that at all. You’re the amazing one.” Robbie’s eyes lit up, and he gave me that radiant smile he saves just for me. A smile that would often disappear into something more reserved if someone else was around.

Patting his hand, I said, “Guess we can both think the other is perfect, huh?”

He nodded eagerly, joy returning to his eyes when he leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. I turned my attention to the window, tilting my chin to it, silently acknowledging he should continue his enjoyment of the world outside so I could continue my internal mental review of the last couple of months.


Author Bios

Sean Ian O’Meidhir

Sean is a shrink who has worked with murders and sex offenders, who routinely goes into prisons, jails, and courts, and when there is spare time, loves to write romantic fiction.  Having taken Da’s advice that “A writer writes,” Sean could be seen carrying a notebook as a child and jotting down really bad poetry (which no, will never see the light of day.) Having grown up in small town, USA, Sean saw ignorance and intolerance firsthand and escaped to a small Liberal Arts college at 16 where more bad poetry was produced.  An avid old-school gamer, Sean learned the likes of AD&D and WoD and the passion for writing flourished with a focus on developing hundreds of characters and living many lifetimes. 

Flash forward a hundred and ten years: Sean now lives, works, and plays in San Francisco, teaches, and believes in unconditional love.  Sean’s partner is a technomage (read: knows how to fix computers that Sean breaks), and they pay homage to their three cats. Sean adores a bell curve of rock music from heavy to pop, from techno to metal.  Also, living in the San Francisco Bay Area, Sean can embrace a love for food. 

In 2017, Sean and Connal began writing together and for the first time Sean felt the breath of creativity encompass and propel forward to a daily obsession.  With the desire to perpetuate many ideals that people sometimes lose sight of, including tolerance, acceptance, and love, Sean’s greatest desire is to help spread joy to the world, to all the boys and girls, to all the little fishes in the deep blue sea….

To read more about Sean’s adventures, please visit www.dreamersworkshop.com.

Connal Braginsky

Connal Braginsky is a tech nerd who has taken a leap of faith and took a chance on writing. Born to Russian immigrants, he came out as gay at nineteen, and was recently diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (Asperger’s Syndrome).

He loves to read, and learn about technology and other esoteric subjects, and considers himself a transhumanist (the Russian Cosmism variety). His other pastimes revolve around philosophy which includes Panpsychism, Process Philosophy, Taoism, Buddhism and Gnosticism. He is also interested in various scientific fields, including Quantum Physics, Quantum Biology, Neurology, Psychology, and Sociology.

He works as a Senior DevOps/System Engineer for a gaming company, and plays MMORPG’s when he can, including World of Warcraft, Overwatch, and a few others. Also plays D&D with Sean and his game group. He is a fan of Lucille Ball, Alan Watts, as well as Carl G. Jung and his contemporaries; and recently, Peter Kingsley, who is a scholar of ancient Greece and a Mystic. He lives with his partner in San Diego with their two cats, but spends a lot of his time sequestered in his study, surrounded by books and thoughts of mostly dead (authors) people.

He posts often on his blog: dreamersrefuge.com/blog/ and he and his co-author, Sean, can be found on: www.dreamersworkshop.com/

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