Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2014 in Perspective

A lot of folks are doing a look back at 2014 and chronicling the ups and downs. I will admit, I've had a lot of ups and very few downs. I had five books release this year (and at least four releasing in 2015). I set a writing record for myself (84k words in 23 days). I published an entire trilogy, and I saw the temporary end of two series. I talked to a lot of fantastic people on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads. Some of my books ended up on Best Of lists, and a few were even up for some awards.

I am so grateful for the amazing support I get from my two fantastic editors, Alissa and Christa. My books are as good as they are because of their editing and direction. And I love, love, love all of my loyal readers.

To say good-bye to 2014, I'm going to let my characters who got their own books this year tell you the best part of their year.

Jaime -- "I had sex! Finally!"
Alessandro -- "Jaime had sex. With me. A lot. And I shed my old image so people in town don't still look at me like I'm a thug. Win?"

Ezra -- "I finally stopped wanting approval from my parents, and I learned to love myself."
Donner -- "I learned to love Ezra."
Ezra -- "Learned? It was easy and you know it."
Donner -- "Yeah, you and easy are not all that familiar."
Ezra -- "Depends on the definition of easy."

Romy -- "I took control of my life, and I found Brendan."
Brendan -- "I admitted who I am, and now I've got my Romy."

Jeremy -- "I learned something new about how Cole thinks, and together we figured out how to be an us."
Cole -- "Jeremy told me he loves me, and I believe him. I love him, too. I think this can work."

Owen -- "I got David and Michael back."
David -- "I got Michael and Owen back, and I made peace with the past."
Owen -- "Your past, or my past?"
David -- "All of our pasts. And it's all in the past."

BRING IT, 2015!!!

Thursday, December 25, 2014

First Chapter: The Truth As He Knows It

Merry Christmas to all! It's been such a wonderful year, and I can't thank you, my loyal readers, enough for making me feel so joyous and blessed.

As my gift to you, here's the full first chapter of my next release, THE TRUTH AS HE KNOWS IT (Perspectives #1). It kicks off a new series, with a new cast (plus a few familiar faces along the way).



Officer Noel Carlson followed his partner down the breezeway toward apartment 303 and the source of their disturbance call. Even without the apartment number Noel would have been able to peg this place. A deep bass thrummed through the door, right into his chest, reminding him of late nights in hot, sweaty dance clubs. The neighbor who’d reported the party said the music had been going like that for over an hour, and it was already after one in the morning.

Officer Wade Benedict paused to adjust his hat before he hit the bell, then banged a meaty fist on the door for good measure. Noel flanked him, the junior officer in their partnership, allowing Benedict to take point.

The music continued, so Benedict bell-banged again. “Stratton Police Department!”

Noel glanced at the other three apartment doors on  this floor, curious if anyone was watching through their peep holes. Enjoying the floor show. Cedar Hills was one of the nicest, newest complexes around Stratton, and far beyond Noel’s budget without at least two roommates. But his privacy was worth more than extra space and a pool, so he was happy enough renting a room above a church-run thrift store downtown.

Benedict pounded the door. “Police! Open up!”

Someone must have finally paid attention to his bellowing, because the music went down to a bearable volume. The front door opened, still on its chain. A sliver of a female face popped into view. “Show me your badge.”

Noel and Benedict took turns stepping into her line of sight so she could see the badges on their uniform shirts. The door shut, a chain slid, and they were allowed into a blast of air conditioning. Not unwelcome after walking through the late-May humidity.

The open floor plan gave Noel a clear view of the party still in progress. Pink and white streamers and balloons. A banner that said Happy Thirtieth, Sandy! . The remains of a demolished birthday cake on the kitchen island. Liquor bottles strewn about on various surfaces. Five women—two on the sofa, two in the kitchen, one by the door.

The woman who’d let them in was listing a bit, cheeks flushed, obviously intoxicated. “What’s the problem, Officer?”

Benedict grunted. “Are you the current tenant?”

“Yep, that’s me.”

“What’s your name?”

“Olivia Presnell. Who’re you?”

“I’m Officer Benedict, this is Officer Carlson.”

Olivia smiled at Noel, practically batting her eyes. “You wear that big gun in the bedroom, Officer?”

Noel almost laughed at the awful attempt at flirting. “Ma’am, we received a noise nuisance call this evening.”

“Who was being noisy?” Olivia asked.

“You were,” Benedict said. He had a gruff, angry bear way about him that made everything he said sound like he was snarling. And it worked on Olivia, who slinked  into the kitchen.

“I think it’s time you broke up the party and called cabs for your friends,” Noel said.

A grumble of protest came out of the living room. One of the women on the sofa cast a forlorn look at a closed door at the back of the apartment. Probably the bedroom. Something about it pinged Noel’s curiosity.

“Is this everyone who’s in the apartment?” Noel asked. “Or are there others?”

Sofa Lady glanced sharply at Olivia, who was frowning.

Unease rolled through Noel’s gut. “Is there someone in the bedroom?”

“Just the stripper,” Olivia replied, clipped. Annoyed. More sober than a moment ago, possibly from adrenaline.


Hiring strippers wasn’t illegal, as long as the transaction didn’t cross the line into prostitution. He glanced at Benedict, who tilted his head at the bedroom door. Clearly not volunteering to go get the guy.

Noel crossed the room and paused in front of the door. To Olivia, he said, “Will you please open the door?”

She heaved a put-upon sigh, then stalked over and twisted the knob. Noel nudged the door open with his foot, unsure exactly what to expect. The light was off, and a thick beam from the living room cut across the foot of a bed. Noel slid his hand along the wall until he could flip a light switch. A floor lamp in the corner flared to life.

A man sat in the middle of the bed, propped up with pillows, tied to the headboard by his wrists. He was mostly naked, except for a red thong and a pair of laced-up work boots, and goddamn, Noel had to work hard not to appreciate the long, lean expanse of male body on display. Or stare at the unusual monarch butterfly tattoo on his left hip. The stripper was gagged by a piece of cloth that did nothing to hide his pretty face, all sharp planes and high cheekbones. He kept blinking at Noel like he wasn’t quite awake. Everything about the scene felt off. Wrong.

“We were just playing,” Olivia said behind him.

Noel ignored her. He approached the figure on the bed slowly. Dark brown eyes focused on him, really seemed to see him, then went wide. He jerked against the cloth binding his wrists. Muffled words didn’t quite make it around the gag, but Noel would be damned if they didn’t sound like “Help me ”.

He undid the gag, which appeared to be someone’s scarf.

The stripper licked his lips, fear settling into his dark eyes. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he said.

“What does it look like?” Noel undid the knot on the guy’s right hand.

“I’m not a prostitute, I swear. She paid me to strip for her friends, but nothing else. I’m not into this.”

Noel let the guy undo his other wrist for himself. “Not into what? Getting tied up with silk scarves?”

“No, I’m not.” He got loose, then slid to the other side of the bed.

“Then why were you?”


Noel glanced at the door where Olivia was watching, her expression hawkish. This entire scenario felt wrong to Noel, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The stripper seemed genuinely scared of something—getting caught taking money for sex, probably. But Noel hadn’t seen any money exchange hands, so he had no evidence of prostitution. And what a stripper did when he was off the clock was not Noel’s business.

So why did he want to know why the dark-haired man hunched over on the bed looked so haunted?
“What’s your name?” Noel asked.


“Are you impaired, Shane?”

“I didn’t drink tonight.”

“What about drugs?”

“No, sir.”

“Anything you’d like to report about the party tonight?”

“No. I’d really like to go home now, if I’m not under arrest.”

“You aren’t under arrest.” Noel pulled out a notepad and pen. “But I do need some information for my report.”

“Shane Joseph, twenty-four, I live at 240 Naylor Street.” Shane rattled off a phone number. “Would you like my social security number too?”

The initial fear was sloughing off, leaving a lot of attitude in its place. Attitude that sharpened handsome features into something fierce. Almost feral. And the fact that Shane was still only wearing that thong made the whole shift sexier than it had any right to be, and Noel had to quit thinking like that. He was on the clock, damn it.

“No, that’ll do it,” Noel replied.

Shane fetched a patched backpack from the floor by the dresser, then disappeared into the master bathroom. Noel returned to the outer room, where Benedict was taking down personal information while the party attendees called for rides. A minute later, Shane stormed past and out the front door.
It slammed shut and Olivia jumped.

“Next time you want to throw a party,” Noel said, “watch your volume. And maybe skip the stripper.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Believe me, I will not be referring him to my girlfriends.”

He curbed the urge to ask why. Shane had a body he looked like he knew how to use— Quit it. Just quit. No sexy thoughts about strippers he’d ousted from a birthday party gone wild.

Noel took a bit of perverse joy in writing the noise citation. He handed it over to Olivia. “I hope the party was worth the cost. Good night, ma’am.”

If she could afford this place, she could probably afford a seventy-five dollar ticket. But the glare she leveled at him was worth it, because he’d gotten under her skin. Maybe she’d think twice before she blasted her stereo that loud again.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it all and then some.

Shane had to drive super slow and super careful because he’d lied to the cop when he said he didn’t have any drugs in his system. Or was it really a lie, when Shane had been drugged without his consent? Didn’t matter. All he’d wanted was to get out. Out of that fucking apartment, away from those obnoxious women, and out from under the curious, concerned gaze of the golden-haired cop who’d freed him.

Two years of stripping and he’d never landed in such a fucked-up situation, and thank Christ someone finally called the cops on those crazy bitches. He was tempted to change his online ad to male-only parties, but right now he couldn’t afford the potential income loss. He’d learn from this fuckup, like he learned from all of his many, many mistakes.

New rule: no more breaking your old rule about not drinking anything at a gig that isn’t a brand-new, sealed bottle of water.

A glass of cold root beer—weakness though it might be—wasn’t worth it.

Shane finally made it to the far side of town. The poor side. Parsons Square wasn’t a square so much as a long dirt road with a lot of rundown trailers dropped every twenty feet or so. Postage-stamp yards with too many weeds. Small parking areas often full of cars on concrete  blocks, or no vehicle at all. Sometimes Shane left his rusty hatchback unlocked on purpose, hoping someone would steal it. No one ever did.

Probably because they knew his brother, and no one wanted to be on Jason McShane’s shit list. His reputation spoke for itself.

He pulled into his half of the gravel lot next to the trailer he shared with Jason. Jason’s own ancient pickup wasn’t there. Shane shut off his engine and stared at the empty spot, trying to remember which job Jason had tonight.

Wake up, shithead. Warrick’s.

Jason had taken on an off-the-books security guard gig at a local junkyard not too long ago. Friday through Tuesday, ten at night to six in the morning. Monday through Friday he worked eight to five at East Street Pets & Feed, making Friday, Monday and Tuesday super long days. Only for another year or so. Two max. They were almost out from under Shane’s medical bills.

Shane let himself inside, then went straight into the bathroom to shower. While he waited for the hot water to start, he stuffed his clothes into the bottom of the hamper. Even though he’d only worn the jeans and T-shirt for thirty minutes, they still felt dirty. He kind of wanted to burn the thong, but he couldn’t waste money buying a new one, and women liked the red thong.

Cold fingers raked down his spine. He climbed into the stall shower while the warming water was still searching for hot, but he didn’t care. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it up as best he could. The cheap stuff from the dollar store didn’t make great suds, but it did its job in terms of cleaning, so he rubbed it all over. Through his hair, across his neck, abs, his junk. Legs. Knees. Not an inch of skin went unwashed, and he still couldn’t shake the feeling of being touched.

Shane had three rules when it came to this job: no photos, no videos, no touching.

At least two of the three had been violated tonight. He couldn’t be as sure about anyone videoing him. Not after the roofie kicked in.

He stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out, which was really stupid because the water heater cost them on the electric bill. The trailer was stuffy and hot, because they only used the two window units when it got humid and unbearable, and even though it was late May, the weather had been unseasonably warm. Didn’t stop him from throwing on a pair of light cotton sleep pants and a long-sleeved tee. He wanted to be covered up, damn it.

Exhaustion settled in around the edges. Shane flopped down on his narrow single bed, which took up half the space in his tiny bedroom. Turned on the paper lantern that hung over his bed. He wanted to sleep, but he had “homework” first. Supposedly every night, because he’d promised, but sometimes life got in the way. He hadn’t done his homework in over week, but he had to get this shit out before it ate him up.

He tugged the tattered spiral notebook out from beneath his bed, where it resided with dozens of others, all filled. Edge to edge, both sides of each page. This one was getting full. He’d have to buy another soon.

Tonight sucked. Really sucked. Like for the first time since I started stripping I want to stop but I know I can’t. We need the money, and it’s my fault we need the money, so it’s like my penance. Is that the word? Penance? I think that’s the word. I’m not telling Jason about it because he’ll get upset. He doesn’t like me doing this anyway, even though it’s only a few times a month and it pays good. Better than the deli, if you break it down by the hour, plus I don’t have to claim it on my taxes. But it really sucked. It’s like my rules didn’t matter, because some spoiled bitch had a birthday, and some people don’t know stripper =/= hooker. Fuck. Fuck them. They don’t get to control my life. I’m in control.

Shane shoved the notebook under his pillow. He didn’t feel in control. He stared at the pair of pill bottles on the shelf next to his bed. He didn’t have to work at the deli until midafternoon. Maybe something to take the edge off and help him sleep. Sleep and not dream about the hot cop who’d rescued him.

A hot cop whose name he didn’t know. He hadn’t even had the sense to look at the nametag in his mad dash out of the apartment.

Didn’t fucking matter. He wasn’t about to call the guy up and thank him for the save, then offer a blowjob as a reward. As much as he’d like to—no. Hot cops didn’t grow on trees in small towns like Stratton, and Stratton had its quota filled in Officer Briggs. He’d seen the man both on-duty and off-duty with his partner and their little girl. Sometimes the family ate at the deli.

Shane would kill for the simplicity of that kind of life—a pipe dream, for him. He came with too much baggage for most guys to handle, and rehashing it hurt too much to bother. Guys like Shane got casual fucks, dead-end jobs and rusty old trailers. They didn’t get hot, put-together cops like his mystery savior.

He popped the cap on his prescription Rozerem—a lucky script from a doctor he’d neglected to inform of his full medical history, and that had come in handy these last few months. He washed a pill down with stale water from the glass he kept on the shelf, then spread out on top of his covers. He closed his eyes and thought about Hot Cop until the drug eased him into darkness.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

New Contract! More Books!

I have this weird thing about not announcing books until all parties have their signed contracts, so I've been sitting (not very well) on this for a while now, but I can speak!

I've signed my third contract with Carina Press! I'm so excited to be working with my fantastic editor Alissa again. The two-book contract is for Restoration #2 (working title, Finding Their Way) and Untitled Restoration #3. This rounds out the Restoration trilogy.

The first Restoration book, Getting It Right, releases March 16, 2015, and I do know that Finding Their Way will release in July, so yay! Not a long wait!

Restoration is a spin-off from the Belonging trilogy, featuring a more adult cast. The first book is James "Tag" McTaggert's book, and I love it so much because Tag was never meant to be more than a walk-on role in Ezra's book. But he wouldn't go away, and now he has a personal life and his own romance. With a cop (yes, I love me some cop heroes). Books two and three will feature Tag's two best friends, Boxer and Elliott, and oh those two. 

Elliott is one of those characters who, like Romy, you want to bundle up in a blanket, put them on your couch, and feed them cocoa and cookies until they cheer up.

Boxer is the star of book two, along with a familiar face from Belonging (yes, I'm teasing you), and this is the photo that inspired his character:

Although more bald, and minus the beard. But don't worry, he's a teddy bear.

Right now I'm working on Elliott's book, which is due May 1, and having a great time with it. His hero is not who you'd expect, and it's going to be an interesting challenge finding their HEA.

So yay for more books!

Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Truth As He Knows It: Snippet #2

I've got a new snippet for you from THE TRUTH AS HE KNOWS IT (Perspectives #1). It's from the start of Chapter Three. Noel is out for lunch with his best friend Tristan, and he runs into a familiar face.

Mineo's had been busy every time Noel stopped in, and today was no different. A line of at least six people stood between them and the cash register. You placed your order, paid, took a number, then waited for it to be called, because everything was assembled to order. Besides deli sandwiches and hoagies, they also offered wraps, soups, a variety of personal sized pizzas, and six different kinds of wings.

Noel perused the vast menu board of options, unsure what he was in the mood for. "What are you feeling?"
"I don't know. You decide."
Tristan seemed genuinely perplexed, and it struck Noel that for the last few years, Tristan ate the food that was put in front of him. He didn't have to make a choice. Noel thought back to college and the things Tristan liked to eat.
"How about the turkey club?" Noel said. "You like mayo, right?"
"Yes. Okay, that sounds good."
By the time they reached the register, Noel had decided on corned beef on rye with mustard. A classic combination. He gave their orders to the girl at the register, plus two large sodas they could fill at the dispenser. She slid his debit card through the machine.
A dark head of hair slipped past behind the counter, the owner wearing a blue Mineo's apron. He sidled up to a sandwich station, then grabbed two red baskets. Lined them with waxed paper. Noel stared, willing the man to turn around. He took his debit card by rote, then his order number the same way.
Reaching for a bag of rye bread, the man in the apron showed his profile, and surprise sent Noel's heart racing. Shane. The stripper from the party. Shane turned back to his sandwich making quickly, but Noel had seen him.
Tristan touched his elbow, cluing Noel into his holding up the line. They filled their soda cups, then found a table as close to the service counter as possible. Noel sat facing it. He couldn't explain his newfound fascination with Shane. He hadn't honestly expected to see the man again, assuming that no one would strip at a party in a town they lived in. Assuming, again, that Shane lived in Stratton. Which was a logical assumption, since he worked at Mineo's.
So many assumptions when the object of his interest was assembling his lunch less than ten feet away.
And Tristan, bless him, noticed. "Do you know him? Do I know him?"
"No, you don't know him." Noel tried not to stare. "I barely know him. We crossed paths the other night."
"He's cute."
"And probably taken by an equally cute girl."
Tristan angled himself to study Shane, his sharp gaze so like his old self when they'd go out looking for action. "Dunno about that. I'd lay odds he swings our way."
"Based on what?"
"Instinct." He leaned forward and pitched his voice low. "You know my gaydar has always been better than yours."
"Number four-oh-six!" Shane's shouting voice made Noel jump. He glanced down at their order number: 406.
Noel stood to fetch their order. Shane had the tray in his hands. His eyes widened briefly when he saw Noel, startled. Trapped. He blushed, then dropped his gaze to the tray. The two feet between them suddenly felt like a chasm. Noel took their food without a word, unwilling to speak up and embarrass Shane further.
"Okay, I don't know how you know him, but that was kind of awkward," Tristan said when Noel sat back down. "You two hook up or something?"
"No, nothing like that." He couldn't make himself tell Tristan about Shane. The entire situation was too personal—not for himself, so much as it was for Shane. Noel could read people pretty well, and he'd seen the shame in Shane's eyes. The fear of people knowing too much.
Lunch passed pleasantly enough with inane chatter. Noel didn't see anyone he really knew. He'd lived in Stratton for about two years, but his overnight shifts left little actual interaction with the town, and he wasn't a social butterfly. The few friends he had were fellow officers, including his weekly workout buddy, and that was okay with Noel.
He couldn't help a few more glances at Shane. Even though he'd seen the man practically naked, he was just as stunningly handsome in a polo and khakis. He worked with the precision of someone with years of practice, reaching for ingredients almost blindly. Noel found himself insanely curious why Shane made sandwiches by day and played stripper by night.

It wasn't the time or place to ask.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Dreamspinner Sale

All three of my contemporary titles with Dreamspinner Press are on sale now through December 25. If you haven't tried them, now's the time! Give yourself a Christmas gift.

Monday, December 15, 2014

So Ezra Got a Little Mouthy....

...and he decided that he needed a Christmas story. After I completed my draft of The World As He Sees It (Perspectives #2) late last week, I was able to give him his wish.

Holiday Jewels is a 2300 word short story, a moment in time between Donner and Ezra as the holidays approach and they plan their first Christmas a couple. You can click on the title below to get the .pdf file from Dropbox.

I hope you enjoy it!

Holiday Jewels 

Sunday, December 7, 2014

No Such Thing As a Great Bargain?

In order to bring readers into the Belonging world, the great folks at Carina Press have put NO SUCH THING (Belonging #1) on sale at all major e-tailers. For less than two bucks, you can check out the beginning of the Belonging journey (or if you own it, gift it to someone you love, it is the holiday season, after all).

Prices are good now until December 20th.

Buy at:

Amazon for $1.99

Barnes & Noble for $1.99

Carina Press for $1.79 

Twenty-two-year-old Alessandro Silva knows that returning to tiny Perch Creek to help his foster mother was the right thing to do. With no degree and a delinquent's reputation, he's lucky to have landed a job waiting tables. But not everyone is happy he's back, and the only thing keeping his move home from being a total bust is his boss's hot brother.

Jaime Winters spent most of his life watching the world go by, first from a series of hospitals and then from behind big stacks of textbooks. Studying is easier than facing the fact that years of heart failure means he's still a virgin at twenty-three. Until the new waiter in his sister's diner awakens desires he'd long ago given up on.

The last thing Alessandro wants is to fall for someone as fragile as Jaime. And Jaime may have a new heart, but he's scared of what giving it to another person would mean. Their no-strings-attached, instructional approach to sex keeps emotion safely at bay, until a secret from Alessandro's past forces them to confront their feelings in the present...

Saturday, November 22, 2014

New Belonging Covers!

Because the folks at Carina Press are amazing souls who listen to their authors' feedback, there have been a few changes with the Belonging Series.

NO SUCH THING and MAYBE THIS TIME have been blessed with gorgeous new covers!


Yes, the original covers are nice. They have a New Adult feel to them. However, they never made me sit up and go YES! Not the way the new covers do. And even better, they match the style of FOLLOW YOU HOME's cover, which gives the trilogy a cohesive look. And I love that they now feel like they're part of a series.

These covers will start showing up across all outlets over the next two weeks, but you can get your first look here!

First up is MAYBE THIS TIME.

This one is a lot of fun. I like the sexiness of the two models (and let's face it, Donner and Ezra are hawt together!). And the club scene at the bottom is very representative of Pot O Gold, the place they first meet and spend several scenes in.


Okay, so my favorite!

I just love, love, love this next one.

Here's the new cover for NO SUCH THING:

THE BOOKS! Books are a huge part of Jaime's life, and I adore them. I also love the cuteness of the two models. There is a sense of carefree joy there. And Alessandro actually looks like he could be from South America! Win!

Here's the series together:

So what do you think?

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Cover Reveal: Getting It Right (Restoration #1)

So I've mentioned on Twitter than I have both the brand-spanking new cover for GETTING IT RIGHT (Restoration #1), as well as two brand new, beautiful covers for NO SUCH THING and MAYBE THIS TIME.

The reason for new NST and MTT covers is that Carina wanted to rebrand the Belonging series. We wanted to give the trilogy a uniform look, so the new covers are in the style of STAND BY YOU. And I adore them. Absolutely freaking adore them. Especially NST.

And since I have three new covers to show off, I figured why do it all at once? I don't want to overwhelm everyone with all the pretty, so I'll do it over the next few days.

First up is GETTING IT RIGHT. For those of you who don't know, this is Tag's book. We met him in both MTT and SBY, and readers have been asking if he'll get his own book. And yes, he is. GIR begins a brand new trilogy, called Restoration, that is connected to Belonging but can certainly be read as a standalone. Restoration will follow an older group of friends, still in Wilmington, as the things they believed true about themselves and their lives get torn down and rebuilt.

There is no official blurb yet, so I'll leave you with a few fun tidbits:

*Tag goes my James in this one, because that's his given name.
*His hero is a detective.
*Pot O Gold is featured several times.
*Familiar faces reappear.
*There is a murder mystery.


GETTING IT RIGHT releases March 16, 2015.

Pre-Order from Amazon.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Prodigal and Frozen News

So I have some news regarding my first two m/m publications, PRODIGAL and FROZEN. As of October 26, my contract for PRODIGAL expired and I chose to have my rights to that novella reverted. The same thing will happen next March when my contract for FROZEN expires.

What does that mean? It means that at some point in the very near future, PRODIGAL will go out of print. So if you've been meaning to give my supernatural romances a try, now's the time. FROZEN has a few more months of life left, but it will go out of print next spring.

Will I self-publish them? Probably. I do want to re-edit both books and quite possibly re-release them at some point next year. I've thought about doing another supernatural story set in that particular universe of demons and magic, but I have a pretty tight schedule for the next six months or so. So there's a good chance that if I re-release PRODIGAL and FROZEN, it will be alongside something new.

No promises. I have to wait for the characters to come to me.

In the meantime, Tristan and Gabe are calling my name.... 

Friday, October 31, 2014

Sexy Snippet: The Truth As He Knows It

Over on Twitter, I promised that if I made it to 400 followers by Saturday that I would post a sexy snippet from my upcoming release, THE TRUTH AS HE KNOWS IT. I am so freaking excited for this new book and new series. I really think you guys are going to fall in love with Noel, Shane, Tristan, and their friends. Especially Tristan.

So Happy Halloween, and enjoy the start of Shane and Noel's first date.

(Warning: adult language ahead.)


Blood pulsed into Noel’s cock. He couldn’t stop his hard-on now if he tried, and the khaki shorts he’d picked out weren’t going to hide it. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Shane’s gaze dropped below Noel’s belt, and his feral smile went absolutely lustful. “If it’s about that, then the answer is yes.”

A rumble of nervous laughter cut off Noel’s question. “It’s tangentially related.”


“Are you out?”

Shane’s eyebrows jumped. “Yes. I mean, I don’t run around advertising it, but I don’t lie if someone asks. My brother knows, and so do my coworkers. The important people. Are you?”


“But you are gay?”

“Yes, I’m gay. I just…it’s hard being a gay cop, and I’m still pretty young. Still finding my feet and my place in the department.”

“There’s already a gay cop on the force.”

“Yeah, but he’s like a decade older with a lot more experience. And rumor is he played football in college. No one’s going to give him shit about it.”

“You’re afraid they’ll give you shit.” Not even a question.

The statement of fact made Noel’s arousal dim a bit. “Yes, I am. I’ve been bullied before.”

Something in Shane’s gaze shuttered. “I get that, and I don’t want to out you, Noel.”

“What is you do want?”

Shane’s nostrils flared. He took three long strides that put him right in Noel’s personal space, and Noel fought to stay still when instinct suggested he take a step backward. Shane’s right hand landed softly on his hip. Suddenly having Shane in his home didn’t seem so strange after all. It felt absolutely right.

“I want the same thing you want,” Shane whispered, silky seduction in his voice. “To find out what you taste like.”

Noel’s heart skipped. “I know what I taste like.”

Shane’s lips twitched. “Let me rephrase then. I want to know—”

Noel gave him what he wanted. He had no intent with the kiss, other than the action itself. Grabbing Shane and hauling his hard, lean body close, hips to hips, had the added benefit of allowing Noel to wrap his hand around the back of Shane’s neck. No softness. No exploration. Only two mouths demanding inside the other, and goddamn Shane tasted good. Mint and spice and everything nice.

Shane thrust his tongue into his mouth, licking, exploring, while hands plucked at Noel’s waistband. Beneath. Cool fingers met skin, and Noel shivered. His cock pulsed with want, and while he hadn’t expected their date to start with sex—end with, hell yes—he wasn’t going to say no to eating dessert before dinner. Shane directed him backward a few steps, and then Noel’s back hit the wall. Shane crowded into him, surrounding him, their hard cocks pressed close together. Noel rocked his hips, the friction sending happy signals to all nerve endings. Shane bit his lower lip.

Noel made a helpless, needy noise, because he fucking loved that, so Shane bit again. Noel tugged Shane’s head to the side and attacked his neck, licking and tasting the smooth skin that still smelled vaguely of shaving cream. Shane sighed, fingers digging into Noel’s hips, until Noel found a spot low on his neck that made Shane gasp. He played with that spot, teasing it with his lips and tongue, enjoying the various sounds Shane made. The way Shane thrust his hips, rubbing their cocks together, and there were too damned many clothes in the way.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Happy Book Birthday to Romy & Brendan!

Three months after his rescue from an abusive boyfriend, twenty-two-year-old Romy Myers has landed his first legitimate job—bussing tables at his friend’s new coffee shop. The job has brought him some stability after years of abuse have left him feeling damaged and broken. He's working hard on his panic and social anxiety, and those things are often tempered by the big, burly presence of Brendan Walker.

From the moment ex-football player Brendan helped rescue Romy from his ex’s abuse, he's wanted to protect him. And he does, from a distance, with joking text messages, a new gym routine to toughen him up and a genuine friendship. So far it's been easy—but Brendan's feelings aren't just friendly anymore...

When an argument spirals out of control, a hot and heavy make-out session causes Romy’s friendship with supposedly straight Brendan to reach a new level. The last thing Romy wants is to fall for another guy who could potentially shatter him, but Brendan also wakes up a part of him he thought had been destroyed by violence—his heart.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

PARTY FAVORS: A Cost of Repairs Short Story

I've been promising this for months, and it's finally here! PARTY FAVORS is set post-ACTS OF FAITH and pre-FOUNDATION OF TRUST, and it tells the tale of David and Schuyler's impromptu post-wedding bachelor party for Samuel Briggs and Rey King. There's a stripper (who gets his own book next year!), a perverted party game, and an unexpected gift. And sex.

Of course there's sex.

Click on the cover for a link to the pdf file in Dropbox. You can read it directly, or download the file.


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Cover Art: The Truth As He Knows It

I am practically running in circles, I am so in love with this cover. It is everything I wanted and more, and I adore it. It's sexy, it's symbolic, and the guys are stunningly perfect for Shane and Noel. This beautiful book is the one that made my editor ugly cry. It releases February 10, 2015. I'll add pre-order links when there are some.

Lies are the chains that keep you weighed down at rock bottom.
Perspectives, Book 1
Officer Noel Carlson isn’t out to anyone in small-town Stratton, Pennsylvania, only to distant friends and family, so a relationship is out of the question. That doesn’t stop him from wanting one, though.
When a night-shift call brings him face to thonged butt with a hired stripper whose girl-party gig went terribly wrong, Noel takes pity on the guy and lets him go. But he can’t get the encounter out of his mind.
Shane has big-time debts to repay, especially to the brother who sacrificed nearly everything for him. His two jobs, in a deli and as a stripper, leave him no time for a social life. But a non-date of hot sex and takeout food with Noel? He can squeeze that in.
The bond they form is stronger than either expected or wanted. Especially since the step Shane’s about to take to put his brother—and his soul—back in the black isn’t quite legal. And he never calculated just how much his determination to make things right will cost him in the end.

Warning: This book contains a closeted cop who’s looking for love, an indebted stripper who doesn’t believe he’s worthy, and a tasteful abundance of dirty guy sex. Also contains references to past physical abuse some readers may find disturbing.

Author’s Note: Perspectives is a spin-off from my Cost of Repairs series, featuring familiar settings and a few brand-new characters.