Well, it’s almost here. 2014, that is.
And you know what?
It can’t get here soon enough.
2013 has been a year of change. It’s been a busy-as-hell year for me. I’ve moved house, twice, built a new house, had a stressful/shitty year at my EDJ, and released eight books.
2013 has also been a not-so-great year for a lot people I know. There’s been separations, divorces, illnesses, deaths and funerals, financial troubles and stress.
But I’ve also seen some love, friendships and families made. I’ve had nominations and awards for my writing from fabulous readers. And I’ve witnessed the remarkable m/m community do some remarkable things, and really come together to support our own when in need.
And that’s what I’ll take with me, because after all, the good in people should win. Every time.
But this year, 2013, you can be done now, thanks.
I want to look forward, I want to make plans with and for my family, and I want to make 2014 the best year yet. Now, I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I just don’t.
Resolutions, to me at least, are just an every day promise, made on a whim. Everyone aims to be healthier, to get fitter, to save money blah blah blah. To me, those are just things we should all aim to do, on a daily basis. If you want to call them a resolution, then please by all means do. Call them what you want, and if you can stick to them, and see them out in full throughout the year, then kudos. I mean that, genuinely, because I certainly can’t. Like I said this time last year, I’m too lazy for resolutions.
I just want 2014 to be… better.
That’s all. Just better. I know that sounds very Gandhi of me, but it’s true. I want people to be happy, content, safe and in good health. Oh, and world peace. You know. Just because.
So, what’s in store for me in 2014?
LOL I already have five books scheduled for release in the first five months. (Clarity of Lines, Taxes and TARDIS, Three’s Company, Starting Point and my current WIP) I know, right? I was supposed to reducing stress this year, but it’s just the way it happened. It could be five books in the first six months – it depends on my WIP. Either way, I’ll be busy. The second half of the year will be slower, and deliberately so.
So as we enter this new year, I want to say a huge thanks to everyone who’d bought, read and rated any of my books. It really means a lot to me, and I’ll continue to be humbled that anyone still reads my stuff, so a very big thank you to you all. *mwah*
And let’s make 2014 the best year yet!
I’m stoked to have Silvia Violet on my blog today!! Check out the AWESOME cover to her new release, Sorting Out.
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When I starting writing Fitting In, I didn’t have plans for it to have a sequel, but as the story progressed, I realized there would still be lots of questions left open at the end—would Jack and Gray come out at work? How would they manage a threeway relationship in the long term? Would Mason get his degree? I’d already considered writing another book focused on these three men when I started getting questions about it from readers. Once I’d heard several pleas for more, I was completely sold.
Fitting In is told from Mason’s POV and when I started work on Sorting Out I wasn’t sure if I wanted Mason to tell the story again or for Jack or Gray to have a turn. Initially I thought this story would be in Gray’s perspective, but quickly it became obvious that this was Jack’s story. Through Jack’s POV we get to see how he comes to terms with moving on to a new stage in their relationship and in his work life. It’s time to let the world know about them and for Jack and Gray to take a new step in their careers, but Jack is scared and frustrated and he has a lot to work through. I enjoyed hearing his voice and being able to let him speak and share his turmoil.
As soon as I got the book to beta readers, I started getting the question of whether this threesome would get a third book from Gray’s POV. I have definite plans for at least one secondary character in Sorting Out and possibly for another one as well. The chances that Gray will get to share his inner voice with everyone are good, but my plans for that are still amorphous.
Now for a taste from Sorting Out…
Jack, Gray, and Mason have accepted that love comes in many flavors and settled into a three-way relationship. Things haven’t been easy, and now that Mason has gone back to school and Gray is interested in a detective position, Jack is feeling lonely. His lovers aren’t around very often, and he misses lying around in bed, enjoying the benefits of living with two hot men. But Jack has secrets. He’s uncomfortable every time he puts his uniform on. He’s never recovered from seeing Mason held hostage, and he’s no longer sure he was meant to be a cop.
While stressing over his own future and facing pressure from Gray and Mason to bring their relationship out of the closet, Jack is severely wounded in the line of duty. His recovery, both physical and emotional might be more than their unconventional relationship can bear. Jack is going to need all the courage and support his lovers can give him if he’s going to bring himself back from the dead and create the life he wants to live.
Jack heard the door open as he pulled a pan of hot caramel popcorn from the oven. Perfect timing. Mason was home and hopefully Gray had been able to get most of his paperwork finished, so the three of them could curl up together and continue their third run through the fourteen brilliant episodes of Firefly. Why oh why had it been cancelled and how had he not known about its awesomeness until Mason came into his life?
Their schedules had kept them apart for the last few nights and Jack had been looking forward to this all day, the three of them snuggled on the couch, watching TV until they started to doze off like an old married threesome. Who would need to go out with two amazing men at home? He could happily hole up for weeks just cuddling, fucking, and cooking for them.
Mason dropped his bag on the table and came up behind him. He kissed Jack’s neck as he grabbed a handful of popcorn that he immediately threw back into the pan, yelling, “Hot!”
“Of course it’s hot. It just came out of the oven.” Laughing, Jack grabbed Mason’s hand and kissed his palm. “Is that better?”
“No, but this will fix it.” Mason kissed him, sliding his tongue along the seam of Jack’s lips until he opened for his lover, letting him get a taste. Desire rose swiftly, and he clutched at Mason’s hips, pulling him in tight, letting him feel his cock, which was now hard and needy. Maybe Captain Mal would have to wait after all.
The sound of Gray clearing his throat brought them up for air. Mason stepped back, grinning at Jack. “That was a delicious hello.” He turned toward Gray, but when Jack saw the expression on their lover’s face, he knew they weren’t getting the same kind of greeting from him. He looked serious and…scared? Jack’s stomach knotted.
“What is it?”
“I need to talk to you. I waited until Mason was home, but I… Maybe you should sit down.”
“Gray, what’s wrong?” Jack asked, the caramel he’d tasted as he coated the popcorn lying heavy in his stomach.
Mason laid a hand on his arm. “Are you okay? You’re really pale.”
Jack ignored the question. “Don’t make us wait.”
“Thornton, the lieutenant from Major Crimes that I told you about—” He glanced at Mason. “He’s been encouraging me to take the detective exam. He wants me in his unit.”
Gray held up a hand. “Yes, it would mean we wouldn’t be partners anymore, but it would also mean we could be out if we wanted to. We’ve been talking about making a change, and you’ve known I was thinking about going for a promotion.”
“Yeah, but, I…” Nausea tightened Jack’s throat.
Mason reached for Jack’s hand and squeezed. “This could be good for all of us. Let’s think about it.”
Jack looked at Mason. He had known this would happen sooner or later. Gray was right about it being for the best, but Jack had continually pushed it to the back of his mind.
“I just want us to—” he started, but Gray interrupted him.
“I told him I’d take the exam.” Gray looked at the floor as he spoke.
“What?” Jack roared, fear replaced by anger that threatened to scorch him. “How dare you do that without talking to us!”
“I shouldn’t have, but he’d already asked me before, and I’d put him off. He told me I had to let him know today, and you said you’d support whatever I wanted so—”
“I didn’t mean for you not to even tell me. Couldn’t you have mentioned this when he asked you the first time?”
“I—” Gray ran a hand over his ruthlessly short hair. “I should have. I’m sorry, but—”
“But what?” Mason asked after Gray was silent for several seconds. Jack was glad he’d spoken up, because he wasn’t capable of saying anything nice.
Gray sighed. “I knew Jack would react just like this.”
Fuck you. “When it was still something to actually discuss instead of something dictated to me, I would have talked to you. Now that you’ve kept it from me and decided to just walk away—”
“I’m not walking away.”
Jack snarled at him. “We’re partners, Gray, and now we won’t be.”
“We’ll still be partners in the way that really counts.”
Would they? “What about Mason? Didn’t you think maybe he wanted a say in this?”
Mason glanced at Gray, and suddenly, Jack knew. “You told him, didn’t you? When Thornton first asked you, you fucking told Mason and not me.”
Gray closed his eyes and took a long, slow breath. “He told me to tell you, told me I shouldn’t wait, but I wanted to think about it. I didn’t want to upset you if I was just going to turn it down.”
“Newsflash. I’m upset.”
Mason started to interject, but Jack held up his hand. “There’s no point in talking anymore. Gray’s made his decision. Thank you for actually trying to bring me into it.”
“I made up my mind to take the exam. That doesn’t mean I’ll take the position. That’s why I wanted to talk.”
Jack shook his head. “You’ve made up your mind. I can tell. If you get the job, you’ll take it.”
“I want to stop hiding,” Gray said. “But I want this to be a decision we all three make.”
“No, you just want me and Mason to agree with you,” Jack said, venom in his tone.
“That’s not true. I…fuck, Jack. I love you.”
Jack’s anger deflated, leaving him feeling wrung out and hurt. “I can’t imagine being a cop without you.”
Gray took a step toward Jack. “I’ll still be here.”
“We’ll all be together.” Mason spoke at almost the same time. He sounded scared, desperate. Fuck Gray for putting Mason in the middle like this, for going to him when they’d sworn they’d keep everything out in the open.
Like the time you talked to Mason about Gray seeming depressed, and he encouraged you to talk to Gray, but you didn’t. Is that what you mean by out in the open?
God, Jack hated that sanctimonious voice in his head.
He held up his hand, knowing he’d cave if Gray touched him. He’d let Gray have his way and forget how angry and hurt he was until it simmered long enough to explode again. “If you really wanted to discuss it, you would have talked with me the minute you started seriously considering taking the exam.”
“Would you have listened? Really listened?”
Jack wanted to scream that he would always listen to Gray, always consider what was best for his lover without being selfish. He wanted to stop being scared he couldn’t hold it together as a cop if Gray weren’t by his side, but he couldn’t make the words come.
Instead, he grabbed the pan of caramel popcorn and flung it across the kitchen, enjoying the ear-splitting clatter as the pan bounced on the tile. Then he stomped to their bedroom and slammed the door.
Seconds later, he heard the front door bang shut.
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I’d like to welcome LM Brown to my blog today!
When did you start writing?
I started writing back when I was in school, but stopped for a long time when I started work and did evening classes. My free time was non-existent for a number of years. Then I started writing again when I found myself in the realms of the Harry Potter fandom. After that it was just a small step to find myself going back to my original fiction stories.
What do you love about writing?
I like telling my characters’ stories and getting the crazy voices in my head down on paper. I would go crackers if I didn’t write. Typing “The End” on a story, especially a long one, is the best feeling ever.
Biggest pet peeve about writing?
My memory is probably my worst pet peeve, if you could call it that. I have a dreadful memory and the constantly having to go back and check something earlier on in a story is a total pain the neck.
Most hated word in the English language?
Anything I can’t spell without looking up. There are certain words that no matter how often I have to type them I just cannot spell them right the first time. Manoeuvre is definitely one of those and the one that is most likely to be used in a story. So it is really high on my list of hated words.
Three most played song on your iPod?
Well, I had to go and check that and was actually quite surprised by the results which are:-
Katy Perry – The One that Got Away
Christina Perry – A Thousand Years
Elton John and Leanne Rimes – Written in the Stars
Since I generally have it on shuffle, the latter two could change by the time I’m actually on the blog. Most of the tracks on it are pretty evenly matched as to number of plays, with the exception of the Katy Perry one which I had on repeat for ages while I was working on a story with that theme.
Last movie you watched?
Bride Wars. Oddly I was reading at the same time and the story I was reading ended with a wedding at The Plaza, which was featured in the movie. Kind of nice since I had a visual on the TV in front of me at the perfect moment.
You’re hosting a dinner party. Name the five people, alive or dead, you’d love to have at your table.
Firstly, since my cooking is diabolical at best, let’s hope those five people each have a strong stomach.
I think I would go with some people who are no longer with us this time…
Aphra Behn – A seventeenth century novelist and allegedly the first woman to make her living by writing and who led a fascinating life herself too.
Alexander the Great – hopefully language isn’t a barrier at this party.
Prince Rupert of the Rhine – another seventeenth century character, this one who had an aversion to writing, but was still an intriguing person. Since he also spoke a dozen or more languages, he could hopefully translate too. 😉
Douglas Adams – that unfinished book needs finishing so badly.
And to make the numbers even for male and female, the final female would be Jane Austen. One of my favourite authors from that period and I am sure it would be interesting to see how three different women from different centuries, all of whom write for publication, get along.
Best advice you’ve ever been told?
Don’t give up and don’t compare yourself to others when it comes to writing. Now if only I could take that advice.
Stopping writing for so many years. With about ten years of writing time lost to other stuff I can only imagine how many stories I might have written in that time, and how much I might have improved my story telling.
Craziest thing you’ve ever done?
Sending my first story into a publisher without anything resembling thought is probably one of my craziest things. It was really spur of the moment and although I can’t regret it, it probably ranks quite high on my crazy scale. Or maybe I am just that boring. 😉
Place you’d love to visit?
Egypt, though I am not entirely sure I could handle the heat. Would love to see the Pyramids and the Sphinx though.
Most famous person you’ve ever met?
Tony Hadley, at which point younger readers go ‘who?’ He was in Spandau Ballet a big group back in the 80s, though it was much later when I met him at a 80s Christmas Party concert where he was kind enough to sign autographs for those members of the audience who spotted him in the wings and were close enough to approach him.
Three random facts about you that your readers don’t know?
I am terrified of spiders and all types of insects.
I am addicted to virtual pet sites.
I love visiting historic buildings.
Where do you write?
I generally write on the sofa while on the laptop. Though I get lots of ‘help’ from my cats so should probably find somewhere else to write. 😉
From what/where do you find inspiration?
My inspiration comes from all over. Some of my earlier stories were sparked by open calls from publishers. Either the call speaks to me or it doesn’t. If it does, I write the story, if it doesn’t I work on something else.
Other times stories simply take on a life of their own. Between Heaven & Hell started off as a short story about a demon and an angel fighting over the same mortal man. It was sparked by a Halloween open call. Unfortunately it got way too long and turned into a ménage somewhere along the way.
More recently the characters just pop into my head without my even realising they are there, until they are demanding their story be told.
Favourite book of all time?
Banishment by Dinah Lampitt. I absolutely adore this book. It got me interested in so many different subjects and is probably the most re-read book on my shelf ever.
What’s next for you? Any current WIP’s we should know about?
Well, the last Heavenly Sins book is the one I am actively writing at the moment. I am hoping to finish Tristan, Mac and Alastor’s story before the end of the year. I am probably being optimistic about that timescale, but I have a break over the holidays this year so it might be doable.
I also have my NaNoWriMo story to polish up which is a mermen ménage story and the first in a series of stories set around the sunken city of Atlantis. The series will have mermen, magic, ancient gods, shape-shifting dragons and a whole host of other things. Some of the stories will be m/m and others, like the first one, Forbidden Waters, will be m/m/m. I have the pre-sub polishing to do on that one so again hope to get that sorted out pretty soon.
If Between Life & Death and Forbidden Waters are submitted to the publishers by Easter then I’ll be happy.
Tell us about your new release?
My new release is available from Totally Bound on the 27th December 2013 and is my second sci-fi novel with them. Unlike my first which was set in the distant future, this one is set in present day and the sci-fi element comes from aliens who live amongst us.
My Boyfriend’s an Alien by L.M. Brown
Can an alien with no knowledge of humans or concept of sex find lasting love with a human man?
Zak, an alien from the planet Trimmeron, is a member of a race of beings who transform into other species during their years of puberty. It’s customary for the youngsters to be fostered to the worlds native to their new forms, to study and learn about the races who will play an important part in their lives.
When Zak turns into a human, it comes as a surprise to everyone, for only one other before him has ever done so. Nevertheless he is sent to Earth, a world he views as primitive and barbaric. He arrives with a chip on his shoulder and attitude to spare. He does not believe that anyone on Earth could have anything to teach him.
When Zak meets college student Sam he soon discovers he has a lot to learn, not only about humans, but also about himself.
Trapped on an unfamiliar world and in a strange body that seems to have a mind of its own, Zak has no idea what is happening to him—only that Sam seems to be the key to the strange afflictions he is suffering from.
But can an alien find love with a human being?
“I can’t believe you took one of the natives as your partner!”
“She’s what humans call my soulmate.” Darren said the words as though they explained everything. “We joined our life forces on Trimmeron. We’re also what humans call married, which makes her my wife and me her husband. You won’t know the terms, but they mean virtually the same thing as partner on our planet, just without the ritual of life sharing.”
“You share your life with one of the natives?” Zak couldn’t keep the shock from his voice. Everything from the knowledge implant indicated that humans were one of the most primitive races in the universe. How could Darren even consider spending his life with one of them?
“Because I didn’t want to lose her. Human lives are far shorter than our own. Humans are lucky to live one hundred of their years.”
“How long is a human year?”
“Three hundred and sixty-five revolutions of the Earth on its axis. Each revolution is called a day and takes twenty four hours to complete. Earth’s days are shorter than ours by a few hours.”
Zak nodded. “Three hundred and sixty-five days, got it.”
“Well, except every four years when there’s an extra day because it’s a leap year,” Darren amended.
“Don’t ask. I never really understood the calendar myself.”
Zak sat quietly and did the calculations in his head. “Are you saying you joined with a native, knowing it would take thousands of years off of your own life?”
Darren smiled as he faced the road ahead. “Simple really. I’d rather live five thousand years with my Eleanor than ten thousand years alone.”
Zak shook his head. He’d never heard of anything so foolish.
L.M. Brown lives in England, in a quaint little village that time doesn’t seem to have touched. No, wait a minute- that’s the retirement biography. Right now she is in England in a medium sized town that no one has ever heard of, so shewon’t bore you with the details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes that they weren’t all inside her head.
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As you may or may not know, I’ve really struggled with writing these last few months. Without going into details and the whole woe is me song, for the last seven months I have been trying to write the final installment in my Turning Point Series.
Well, it’s done. The first draft anyway.
I’ve sent it to my editor (who graciously read it when it was half done and I was about ready to quit writing all together) and I’m sure there will be major edits, rewrites and additions to be done. As it is now, it’s 90,600 words exactly. (I deleted the epilogue – but will add it if my editor thinks it’s necessary).
It’s bittersweet to finish this series. I have LOVED these boys more than words can express. I honestly feel like I know them, like they’re real, and they are very much a part of my life. I have loved writing them, and while it’s sad to let them go, I am also relieved to be at the end.
In the first book, Point of No Return, we meet Matt and Kira, Matt’s workmates and Kira’s parents. In the second book, Breaking Point, we meet the guys at the FC.
In Starting Point, along with all our favourite characters from the first two books, we meet some more special people.
I’d like to introduce you to two kids Matt teaches at the FC, Claudia and Reuben.
These two kids, brother and sister, Claude and Ruby, come with a world of problems that Matt and Kira weren’t quite prepared for. Still dealing with ramifications from his stint undercover, along with worries that the FC might be financial trouble, Matt finds the course of his life heading in a new direction. But with Kira by his side, Matt realises it’s not a bad thing. In fact, it could be the beginning of something great, and this is just the starting point.
More news when I have it – but I believe it will be a late May publication. Thanks to all who have read and loved these boys. I hope I have given them a HEA they deserve.
Kate Sherwood is here to show off her new book, Fall Into You!
The Fall, from Dreamspinner Press, coming December 16, 2013 – available for pre-order now!
Kate started writing at about the same time she got back on a horse after a twenty-year break. She’d like to think she’s far too young for it to be a mid-life crisis, but apparently she was ready for a few changes!
Kate’s writing focuses on characters and relationships, people trying to find out how much of themselves they need to keep, and how much they can afford to give away. She tries to find a careful balance between drama and humor—she wants readers to have an intense experience and feel drawn into the book, but she also wants them to enjoy the time they spend reading.
Every relationship leaves something behind. Dumped by his sugar daddy, part-time model Scott Mackenzie somehow ends up owning an abandoned church in rural Ontario. He dreams of using it for gay weddings, even if he’ll never have one of his own.
Joe Sutton is trying to keep his family together after his parents’ deaths. Between the family ranch, his brother’s construction company, and commitments around town, he doesn’t have time for a relationship. But Mackenzie is hard to ignore.
As both men fight their growing attraction, challenges to Mackenzie’s business threaten their relationship. If he can’t make it work, he’ll have to crawl back to the city in defeat. But the only solution involves risking the ranch Joe loves, and each man has to decide how much he’ll sacrifice for the other.
Lorraine snorted. “He didn’t seem too friendly? I’m not surprised.” She shrugged philosophically. “It’s probably the gay thing.”
It hit Mackenzie almost like a slap. He’d thought he was prepared for small-town attitudes toward his sexuality and had absolutely considered homophobia as a possible barrier to setting up his wedding chapel somewhere like Falls Creek. But he couldn’t believe it was being treated so casually. “You’re saying he was rude to me because I’m gay?”
Lorraine looked startled. “No. I’m not sure I’d call it rude, but the way he acts? Distant, kind of? I always figured it was because he’s gay. You know, he’s always been a bit different, so he’s never really tried too hard to fit in. He just hangs out on his ranch, being a lonely cowboy….” She trailed off and fixed her gaze on Mackenzie. “But you say you’re gay as well? I mean, I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind. But it seemed rude to ask….”
“Joe Sutton is gay.” Mackenzie had always prided himself on being able to read people and certainly on being able to pick up on that little spark from a man who was noticing Mackenzie’s undeniable charms. But he’d gotten none of that from the cowboy brother. “That’s confirmed? Or you’re just guessing?”
“Well, I haven’t been there in the room with him and another fella,” Lorraine said with an arched brow, “but it’s general knowledge. He’s never tried to hide it, not that I ever heard of.”
“Maybe he just couldn’t be bothered to speak in order to deny it. He doesn’t seem like someone who cares a whole lot what other people think about him.” Mackenzie was trying to figure it all out. He wanted to find a mirror and make sure he still looked like himself. First Nathan had dumped him for that twenty-year-old, and now a man living in what must surely be a gay desert had crawled right past Mackenzie’s bountiful oasis?
“You could ask Nancy Yeats’s nephew, if you wanted. Trevor something or other. He lives over in Darton, and I guess the two of them were seeing each other for quite a while.” Lorraine’s grin was a mix of curiosity and mischief. “If you’re interested, I can find out if he’s seeing anyone right now. I haven’t heard of it, and usually that’d be a good sign that it isn’t happening, but like I said, Joe’s a bit different. A bit more private than most folks.”
Private was not a good enough excuse for failing to pay attention to his surroundings or, more importantly, failing to pay attention to Mackenzie. But none of that needed to be shared with a woman who clearly gossiped as a way of life. He smiled brightly. “Oh, no, I’m not interested. You know, not like that. I was just curious. I wanted to know what kind of people I’d be doing business with if I had the Suttons do the work on the church.”
“The best kind,” Lorraine said firmly. “You couldn’t do better.”
Lorraine started telling a story about the Suttons helping out some poor family that had lost everything in a house fire—well, of course the whole community had chipped in, but the Suttons had done the biggest part—and some people might say that’s because they’re blood, but really, they’d be third cousins at best—because it was Susan Sutton’s grandmother? Yes, grandmother, Maggie Johnson—she was from out in Newfoundland, back before it was even part of Canada, and she’d carried that accent with her for her whole life…. Mackenzie tuned out. Joe Sutton was openly gay. And Mackenzie was a model, for Christ’s sake. Maybe his career hadn’t quite taken off, but that was because Nathan hadn’t really liked it. He hadn’t been rude enough to try to forbid it, but he’d be grumpy for days before and after Mackenzie went out of town for even a couple days, and there just weren’t enough shoots in Toronto to propel someone into the modeling elite. The first time Mackenzie turned down a New York job, Nathan had leased him a silver Mini convertible as a reward. Mackenzie had been thrilled by the symbol of Nathan’s affection and by the adorable new wheels. But being a good boyfriend had made it a bit difficult to be a good model. So, no, it wasn’t as if Mackenzie had set the world on fire as a model. Still, he must be a tastier piece of ass than Nancy Whoever’s nephew!
Mackenzie forced himself to pay a bit more attention to Lorraine’s chatter, but the biggest part of his brain was still focused elsewhere. He was not going to be ignored by some desperate hick pretending to be a damn cowboy. No. Joe Sutton was about to get his world rocked. “Nobody puts Baby in a corner,” he muttered to himself, and then he smiled when Lorraine shot him a quizzical glance. “I’ve got to go,” he said without trying to explain. “But thanks so much for catching me up on all this. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
He beat a hasty retreat inside and went to sit in the sanctuary of the church. A lot to think about. And a lot of things to do, things actually based around the important points of building a successful business and keeping himself out of the poorhouse. But his mind kept drifting back to the tall cowboy who’d told him he had bats in his belfry. And then ignored him. What the hell was Joe Sutton’s problem?
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I have been nominated for NINE awards!!! Truly, I can’t thank you all enough. It’s very humbling <3
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Taxes and TARDIS was taken out of publication in January 2013. It was a horrible time for me as a writer, as it is for any author having stories removed. But after a re-edit and some re-writing, Taxes and TARDIS will be available again in March 2014.
And I have the cover already!
Isn’t it pretty?
I can’t wait for Brent and Logan to live again! This was the first story I ever had published, so it will mean a lot for me to see it available again.
Brent Kelly takes in his shoebox full of receipts and invoices to his new accountant, Logan Willis.
He didn’t expect to see a kind of cute, geeky guy, with dark rimmed glasses and a TARDIS blue shirt. He certainly didn’t expect to be intrigued by him, and most certainly didn’t expect to fall in love.
Both men have concerns the differences between them are too great, but they soon realize maybe it’s the differences that make it worth the fight.
Gin, Jazz & a Devastatingly Handsome 1920’s Screen Idol.
The Gin & Jazz Series is a journey about a sweet but naïve young orphan Jack. It’s the Golden Age of the 1920’s, and Jack travels west with his lover Nick. They are from the streets, and find themselves struggling to survive the tawdry world that makes up the celluloid kingdom. At the beginning of Razzle Dazzle (Gin & Jazz 2), Jack is crushed by the loss of his lover, and isn’t sure how he can go on. It seems as though his fortunes might be about to turn as Global Pictures Studios has expressed an interest in him. And so has their top screen idol – the rakish Roman Pasquale.
This series has been intense and personal for me. I come from a background in the entertainment industry, so I had no problem transferring my bitterness to the pages! But the heart of this series is about romance and finding true love, and Jack deserves to gain real happiness. Especially after all I put the poor kid through in this series. As Razzle Dazzle progresses, Roman’s pursuit of Jack is relentless. Being so much older and more sophisticated than Jack, he has no trouble turning on the charm and seducing his prey.
However, Roman finds himself not being in complete control the way in which he has become accustomed. Jack’s unaffected and genuine nature causes Roman to experience honest emotions for the first time since he can remember.
Jack is on the verge of silent film stardom, but Hollywood glory won’t heal his broken heart. Then the seductive screen idol—Roman Pasquale—sweeps Jack away, and makes him his own. Will Roman’s obsessive love finally bring Jack true happiness?
Juan pulled up to Trixie’s building, and Roman eyed the apartments. If all went well with them that day, perhaps this would be the very last time he would ever have to pick up Jack there. Perhaps Jack would be with him from then on. Roman smiled.
What a lovely thought.
Jack rushed through the apartment doors towards the waiting car, adding to Roman’s satisfaction. Gone was the fearful boy of just a few days before, and in his place was the happy-go-lucky young man with a wide grin on his face. Juan had given up on trying to open the car door for Jack for the most part—it was pointless. Jack was filled with enthusiasm, and never seemed to be interested in any formalities. And he only had eyes for Roman. If only they could be this way forever—combined with passionate couplings—it would be all that Roman would ever need or want.
Jack pulled on the latch, and scooted in. He had on a soft grey suit, matching waistcoat, with a pale pink silk shirt. He plucked a grey and black herringbone bowler off his head, and set it on the seat next to him. Jack had appeared to specifically set it on his other side, so that it didn’t come between him and Roman. Looking at Jack’s open and smiling face, Roman considered that it might have been a bit rash to spend the whole day with Jack like this. As usual, all he would be thinking about was how his dick would feel buried in Jack’s tight, hot ass. That was torture enough in a short evening, but for several long hours—he wasn’t sure he would survive.
Perhaps Jack will feel the same way, thus hastening our joining.
“My dear Jack. It is a delight to see you.”
Jack leaned in for their customary welcoming kiss, then stopped himself. Juan was pulling away from the kerb, and Roman followed Jack’s gaze to a couple walking down the street. Roman sighed. He grabbed the back of Jack’s neck, and pulled Jack gently to him.
“Just a taste.”
Roman’s tongue darted through Jack’s parted lips, and he swept the inside of Jack’s mouth. As he pulled out, he sucked Jack’s top lip in briefly before letting him go. Roman settled back in the seat, angled towards Jack.
“There. Much better.”
Jack seemed pleased and concerned at the same time.
“Are we going somewhere where we have to be more careful?”
Roman nodded. “Yes. But if you are very nice to me, I might let you hold my hand on the drive up.”
Jack giggled. “I know how to be nice.”
Roman raised his eyebrows. “I shall be looking forward to that.”
There was an electricity between them that was more palpable than ever. Roman attributed it to them meeting up when they were well rested, as opposed to after long days on the set. Roman reached down to a small paper container he had on the floorboard. He picked it up, and lifted the top flap. From it he pulled a white rosebud—identical to the one he wore in his lapel—and handed it to Jack.
Jack took it from him shyly.
“Oh, thank you, Roman. I feel so sophisticated.”
Jack took the wrapped stem, and pushed it through the lapel hole. He squinted at the flower, trying to adjust it.
“Here. Let me fix it for you.”
Roman moved closer to Jack, and fiddled with the boutonnière, his knuckles scraping across Jack’s chest under the suit’s fabric, and against the silk shirt. Jack inhaled sharply. His breathing sped up, and he held very still.
Roman glanced up, using only his eyes.
“Are you all right, Jack?”
Roman resisted the urge to smile. He would have to tread very carefully. Jack was ready for him, he could sense it. Jack’s need was now a tangible thing.
Roman finished with the rose, and regretfully let go of him. Roman looked out of the window, otherwise he would only be able to leer at Jack. If they were to be together that night the way Roman dreamt of, Jack would need to be the one to come to him. Jack was no longer scared of him, and Roman meant to keep it that way.
Roman turned to Jack. “Can you what?”
“Can I hold your hand?”
Roman’s heart did something that unsettled him. There was a pull, a warmth towards Jack. It was a different sensation from any he could remember ever experiencing before.
“I would like that very much, Jack Stone.”
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Thank you N.R. for letting me, Jack and that naughty Roman take over your blog today!