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About erinsromance

Erin O'Quinn is a writer who has published all 35 of her books through her own company, New Dawn Press. She earned a BA (English) and MA (Comp. Lit.) from the Univ. of Southern California but says her best education has come from the badlands and the good people who inhabit them. From the outskirts of a small town in central Texas, Erin conjures up visions of ancient and jazz-age Ireland; Old World Wales and Britannia; and the Scotland of people from Picts to contemporary. The badlands of Nevada are in the mix, but far removed from these Gaelic shores. Most of O'Quinn's writing is here: Kindle US http://amzn.to/1w8PVgI Kindle UK http://amzn.to/24BcIcj Queer Romance Ink http://bit.ly/2mnG1hL( links, reviews, etc.) Sea to Sky http://bit.ly/2lJ72bd (epub or pdf links, excerpts) Smashwords http://bit.ly/1s3cf1q (epub)

Unkilted: New work underway

A sneak peek at the work of radge walloper Erin O’Quinn Continue reading

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The Devil’s Damned Elbow

Originally posted on The Man in Romance:
I’ve just published a new work, SLEEPING WITH DANGER, in which the native Nevadan Alex Dominguez finally goes back to the mountains…the famed Highlands of his new home. The novel is fraught with…

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A Skirl o’Pipes

A keening for Scotland, from Susan Wylie Wilson Continue reading

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My Scotland muse

A flash poem by a splendid poet Continue reading

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Feathers, scales, and cocky boys

Image-induced fic… These three short pieces were inspired by one piece of art in my Facebook group MM Rainbow Rebels: The first is by auhor I.J. Downey, from her holiday novella Deadly Little Christmas…part of the Deadly Little Toy series. While … Continue reading

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Silvering

Originally posted on Exploring the epiphany:
The man comes every day, lighting a red, quaint lamp inside his ribcage; everyday he comes. To the establishment of blind humans, by humans I mean physically astounding animals… But blinded. A leaning spine…

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Curves and flesh

Two pieces, Su and Lou, gracious poets Continue reading

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