Bibliography
Short Fiction
"Research," in Got a Minute?, edited by Alison Tyler. Cleis Press, 2007.
"I'm Sara." The librarian held out her hand and I took it, an electric spark of attraction traveling up my fingertips and pulsing through my entire body.
"Lucy." I couldn't believe I remembered my own name. I noticed she was looking at me like I was doing something odd, and I wondered what it was. Then I looked down and noticed I was idly caressing the wood of her desk, and blushed even harder, ducked my head, and stopped.
"Rooted," in Thaneros, April 28, 2008.
It had taken almost two weeks of brute force attacks to find the inevitable patron with a weak password. It had taken an additional three days of scripted attacks from within to build his own privileged account. But victory was sweet (and highly caffeinated)--Logan now owned the exclusive Pendulum Club. He snatched the binaries and started a decompile on them; they'd be worth a lot of money. Maybe they'd even be worth enough to buy a new hand.
"Wish You Were Here," from Torquere Press, 2008.
Jay sighed as the ship door closed behind him. He hated business trips, and not even the joy of kicking contract ass could make up for Derek's absence. He was heading for the bed when he saw the flashing light next to the computer indicating that he had mail. He looked at the return address--derek@derekthehockeygod.com--and grinned. He opened the message, and the screen was filled with Derek's sunny smile. Derek's long, silky blond hair was tied back in a ponytail, his blue eyes sparkled, and he was wearing the official shirt of his company hockey team, the Codemonkeys.
"Hey! We kicked their sorry asses!" Derek greeted Jay, who chuckled. Derek spun in his swivel chair, punching the air and chanting, "Go Codemonkeys!" Derek stopped spinning and looked sadly into the vidcam. "I wish you were here to celebrate with me."
"Me, too, baby," Jay said, even though this was a recording--which was probably fortunate, because Derek hated being called "baby."
