Party of Two Excerpt and buy link

as promised. Late, but still
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Lalala

Here's where you can buy my Sip, Party of Two

And here's a wee bit to get you going!

     Liam knew he ought to get his ass down the mountain.
     He'd been at Matthew's cabin for two weeks, the first spent recovering, the second helping to pay his way by repairing snowshoes and chopping wood. They'd had another tremendous snow two days ago, and Liam used that as his excuse for not moving on.
     Really, he was hanging around to watch Matthew move. The man went shirtless inside a lot, wearing just a pair of soft sweats, his cock and balls clearly outlined.
     It was a little crazy-making, especially since he'd decided that Matthew wasn't going to go all Donner party and eat him, or go all cabin fever on him and whack him with an axe. They got along really well, in fact.
     Really well.
     God, he needed to go home, just to save him from making a fool of himself. The only problem was he wasn't sure where home was; the storage building where he'd stowed all his stuff before Denali probably didn't allow live-ins. Matthew made it hard to leave, too. The man was bright, funny, oddly companionable for someone so quiet, and his job didn't require a lot of time. In fact, all Liam had seen him do was record a bunch of data after his daily hike, and then call someone on a satellite phone twice a week to relate it.
     That left a lot of time for them to spend together.
     Liam had managed to cobble together a decent wardrobe from Matthew's clothes and what had been in his pack, but he'd taken to wearing nothing but sweats inside, as well. When in Rome, right? Matthew seemed to like his creature comforts, so the place was always pretty warm.
     "So, let me get this straight." Matthew's voice startled him, coming out of nowhere. They'd stopped talking a few hours back, when Liam had gotten surly discussing his ex. "He dumped you because the weather was bad on Denali and you couldn't climb?"
     "Well, it was more that we missed our window of good weather because I had bronchitis. Then we had to wait, and the storms set in a thousand feet above base camp."
     Matthew looked up from the rabbit snare he was working on. "Do you have emphysema?"
     "No."
     "Are you a smoker?"
     Liam shook his head, his cheeks heating. "No."
     "Did you set out with a cold? Deliberately compromise your lung capacity?"
     "No." Liam could see how silly it sounded now, to let Dave convince him he was a failure. He couldn't be sorry, though, as it had led him to meet Matthew, and that was a good thing.
     Matthew set aside the snare and stood, stretching before walking over to put one hand on Liam's cheek. "I know a little about being the odd man out. Don't let him make you feel like you don't deserve to be alive."
     Without another word, just as Liam was reaching for Matthew's hips, the man turned and grabbed a parka, heading out into the snow.

New Sip out tomorrow

Hey y'all! I have a new Sip out tomorrow from Torquere Press.

It's called Party of Two, and it's about mountain climber Liam and what happens when he almost freezes to death. Matthew wonders if Liam has a death wish when he drags the shivering man to his cabin, but he has secrets of his own...


Look for an excerpt and buy link tomorrow!

Blogger was down

I've been trying to tell y'all about my new books and Blogger has been down.

I have a new release out with Changeling Press this week, called Tumbling. It's book two in the Cirque Caprice series, and it has 2 boys, a girl with a big booty, and lots of hotness. Or at least I think so...

You can find it here

Here's the blurb:

When a vision of the future sends Lindsey running Alan and Jules have to win her back.

Lindsey knows it's a mistake to hook up with Alan and Jules, Cirque Caprice's resident pair of playboys, but all the signs say it's time to live dangerously. She finally takes a chance on the boys, and things heat up fast. In fact, Alan and Jules want to stop playing the field and keep her around.

When a vision of the future sends Lindsey running, fearing for their safety, Alan and Jules have to figure out how to get her back. Will this be the toughest act the two acrobats have ever had to put on?


And then I have a Single Shot at Torquere called Lean on Me. It came out a few whttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifeeks back, but I've been crazy busy. It's about werewolf Jared, and how he helps psychic Aiden find a way to get all the pleasure he needs...


You can find it here!

Aiden has a special, and sometimes downright annoying talent. He doesn’t mind being psychic, but it is a pain in the butt when it starts to affect his sex life. He thinks he might have found the answer in a club called the Bloodrose, a place where guys like him can find some companionship.

Werewolf and control freak Jared thinks that Aiden might be the most interesting customer who has ever come into the club. He also thinks he’s got the perfect solution to Aiden’s little problem. Can he make Aiden believe that it’s okay to let go when someone is there to catch you?

Did I mention I had a new sip?

I do! A new short story from Torquere. It's called Manifest, and it's an odd duck of a story for me, but it was so much fun! Craig need someone to make movie monsters for his new film. Etienne makes monsters. Can Craig face his fears and let Etienne give him what he needs.

You can buy it here:

Here's a snippet!

"Did you want dessert?"
"I would love some." Etienne leaned close. "I have a sweet tooth."
Oh, God, the things that ran through his mind with that one. He curbed them all and waved to their waiter, Timmy. "Two espressos and two crème cakes. Unless you want tiramisu?"
"No, cake is perfect."
"Cool."
They worked their way through dessert and another half bottle of wine. Craig was feeling loose, mellow, but with the slow buzz of sexual heat that left him hungry for far more than food.
Etienne glanced up, staring straight into his eyes as if reading his thoughts. "This has been wonderful."
"It has." Craig tried a smile, but the moment trembled with an intensity that left no room for goofy fake grins.
"I know I am a perfectly capable adult man, but I hate to walk back to the shop alone. A silly thing. Would you walk me back?"
He searched Etienne's face for the invitation he hoped hid inside the words. It was there, warring with a strange and sincere sort of worry. Okay, so Etienne had issues. So did Craig. That was why he made horror movies.
"I can do that." He paid Timmy and left the tip before rising and holding out a hand to Etienne. "Shall we?"
Etienne put a hand in his, and Craig held it even after they were on their way out of the restaurant. No one would pay them any mind after dark in the Quarter. It felt good, right, to hold hands and walk Etienne home. It felt like the beginning of something amazing.
"Would you like to come in?" Etienne asked, and Craig knew they both knew the answer before he opened his mouth to answer. Maybe before Etienne had opened his mouth to ask.

Time flies

We had a Tory Temple last week. I miss her so bad now! That was so much fun. I love showing off Austin

Do y'all like it when people visit? What's your favorite town?

working hard on new stories

new Single Shot from TQ due out in late April. Sip out in 2 weeks. May story with Changeling

woo

Woo-- back in town

Hey y'all

Sorry for the lag. Been out of town, then got stuck in O'Hare for 2 days o.O

Okay, so Chicagoans are nice, and O'Hare is not a terrible place, but dude...

The Sip is out, and it's called Learning to Wag

It's about Duke, the manager of the Bloodrose, and his new flame, Jamison, a vampire friend of club owner Jonny

find it here!

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=3079

lalala Bloodrose

Have a Bloodrose (The club from Belling the Cat and An Itch to Scratch) Sip coming out this weekend. This one is about floor manager Duke and his new love interest, vampire Jamison. It's a short story, but it's smokin' hot if I do say so myself.

Look for it on Saturday!

sick this week

am trying to catch up

Winners!

Hey y'all!

Congrats to Alex, who wins the Changeling gift certificate and to Angelsbuddy who wins the Torquere GC

Send me an email at juliatalbot at gmail.com and I'll send them on!

Hey y'all!

I'm very tickled that I got to have a wee release party here today!

Comment here and 2 random commenters will win a shot at Torquere and Changeling gift certificates!

snippet from Blue Sky Lodge, work safe

If there's anything we can do to make your stay pleasant..."
"I just need to get my bags to the room. My, uh, boyfriend is blind. He's comforted by having his things." Something that smelled right. Felt normal.
"Absolutely. I'll have them sent right now."
"Thank you." He smiled. Shit, he didn't know how to be all rich bitch and shit. He just knew he needed to get Jamie settled.
The guy smiled back, though, like it was no big thing, and maybe it wasn't. Shit, he didn't know.
As it was, he barely remembered to tip the cute little stoner who delivered their bags. Jamie sat on the bed, holding himself very still. When the door closed behind the bellhop, Clay went to unpack Jamie's pillow.
He wasn't even sure Jamie was breathing, he was so fucking still.
"Babe? How about the hot tub?" That would relax all those stiff muscles.
"Is it in here or out by a pool?"
"It's on our little deck. No one can see." They could go in naked. Apparently they really disinfected between guests. Just in case.
"Okay." Jamie unzipped his coat, took his hat off and held it in his hands.
"Here, babe." He took the hat, setting it on the dresser. "The dresser is about three steps from the bed. Kinda tight because the bed is so big."
"Okay. Where's the bathroom?"
"To your left facing like you are now. About four feet. There's a shower, a sink thingee, and the toilet has its own little stall."
Jamie nodded once, then stood. "Did you pack bathing suits?"
"I did, but I have no idea which bag they're in." That was obvious, he knew, but he had to try.
"They're not in the duffle." One of the things they'd taught Jamie in rehab was how to pack a bag, pack his wallet.
"No. No, they're probably in the wheelie. We could go without." He took Jamie's hand, rubbing his thumb over the back.
Jamie stopped still again, eyes closed, breath almost non-existent.
"Babe? I'm..." Shit. No, he wasn't sorry, damn it. He wanted to do it with his boyfriend in the hot tub. There was not one damned thing wrong with that.
The coat and hat were gone, so he started on the sweater and shirt. "Come on, babe."
"It's okay. It felt good."
"Yeah?" He let his fingers trail over Jamie's collarbones. "So do you. I mean, your skin."
Jamie pinked a little, swallowed. "You don't have to do this. I know it's got to be a little like fucking Frankenstein."
"Oh, ew. Frankenstein was a doctor. You know how many germs those guys carry?" He chuckled, kissing the tip of Jamie's nose. "You? You're more like art."

now for a ski lodge!

never been on a ski vacation. can you believe it? I know! I lived in Colorado for 10 years. I go there every summer. I don't do a lot of snow

Still, I had fun working on Blue Sky Lodge



It's a multi-author collection about a gay-friendly ski lodge featuring me, Sean Michael, Chris Owen and my partner, BA Tortuga

so much fun!

check it out here! http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=3058

I'll post a bit of a story in a few!

Had to run errands - NWS snippet

lots and lots, but I'm here now!

So, today I have a new release at Changeling Press. It's called Cirque Caprice: Tarot, and it's a m/m hot and heavy... Want a peek?



NWS snippet!

Victor thought that Jake smelled like heaven. He rubbed the come into Jake’s skin, smiling a little. “Don’t be embarrassed, man. That was smokin’ hot.”
“Yeah? I think you’ll be just as hot in a minute.” Jake flipped him like a pancake, sending Victor tumbling to the mattress on his back. Thank God the manky bedspread was gone. Hotel rooms could be so déclassé. That was his last flippant thought, though, because Jake slid down between his legs and sucked at the tip of his cock, and he went from snarky to ready to blow in no time at all.
He watched Jake take him in, watched those kiss-bruised lips close around his cock, and his toes curled. It had been so long. So long since anyone had touched him, and never had anyone ever touched him the way Jake did. It made his breath threaten to stop, made all the careful order he usually kept in his head spill out. Before he knew it he was babbling. “Jake. Jake. Fuck.” Jake, Jake, Jake.
Jake sucked like a Hoover, licking on each push down. That mouth was hot as fire, and when Jake swallowed, Victor thought he might just pass out. Instead, he came, hard, not even giving Jake a bit of warning. His fingers curled in Jake’s hair, and he shook, his hips rising up off the bed.
Jake grinned up at him, chin propped on his left hipbone. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Why should I be?” Victor unclenched his fingers from Jake’s hair and stroked the kinks he’d put in it out. “You suck like a demented incubus.”
“Nah. That doesn’t run in the family.” Jake winked. “I think.”

find it here!

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1552

Release Party!

today I have many things to dance about

It's Friday - always good

It's spring here in Central Texas -- yay

Weight Watchers online rocks _ TMI

I have new books out!

How are y'all doing today? You ready to party?

release party this weekend!

woo! I have a new release coming out at Changeling Press www.changelingpress.com on Friday. I also have a book out this week with Torquere Press www.torquerebooks.com with my buds, BA Tortuga, Sean Michael and Chris Owen. So. I will be doing a release party on Friday here on my blog and on Twitter. There will be excerpts and cover art and maybe some gifting!

Woo

Friday Feb 25!

working hard this weekend

ad it's all for you, y'all

checking over the final galley on Cirque Caprice at Changeling, and have 3 new pieces in the works for TQ

woo

what are y'all up to?

My Changeling book has a cover!

It's so close, y'all! I'm so excited about this one!

go look!

Went to Dallas for a few days

Well, north of Dallas, to BA's ancestral home (okay, her Daddy has owned that ranch maybe 20 years, but still) and I always get inspiration there. Cowboys and rednecks, muses who chat and chat

This time I think I might have a werewolf hunting guide...

coming soon!

Hey y'all! Did I mention I have a brand new series at Changeling, with the first book coming out in the next couple of weeks?

It's called Cirque Caprice, and it's about a Cirque de Solelei typse show, but with a definite twist

see the preview here!

Excerpt from The Amethyst Eye

Hey y'all!

Just a little post to give y'all a taste of The Amethyst Eye if you haven't bought it already.

:D

It's about blind psychic Jared and his new admirer Dante, who's pretty special himself...

***

     "I… Yeah. I think we're doing well." Jared smiled, licking his lower lip, which felt swollen. "What's next?"
     "I think we should get more comfortable. Do you object to me being in your bedroom?
     "It would be silly of me to object, don't you think?" Now was not the time to get squeamish. He did wonder, as he took Dante's hand and pulled the man through his living room to the hall, what Dante thought of his apartment. Did it seem sterile? Austere? Was it odd, like Jack had always said it was, having very little visual stimulation?
     "Am I giving you too much time to think?"
     "Maybe." Jared shrugged. "I always wonder what people think of my place."
     "It has texture." Dante stopped them just inside his bedroom door, hands coming to rest on Jared's shoulder. "That makes sense. Why surround yourself with things you can't see when you can use your other senses? I like it very much."
     "Good." Somehow that was a good thing, that Dante approved. His granny would laugh at him, telling him he was the only one who had to like where he lived, but he wanted to please this man.
     "May I undress you, Jared?"
     "Only if I get to do the same to you, after. I want to touch you. To get a sense of you."
     "I certainly won't argue with that." Dante tugged Jared's T-shirt up and off, then undid Jared's jeans, pushing them down toward the floor. With a few more efficient motions he had Jared stripped of shoes and underwear, standing naked in the cool room.
     Jared felt like he must glow.
     "Beautiful." Dante touched him, fingers sliding from his shoulder down across Jared's chest, flicking at one nipple before pushing down over his belly to rub the tip of his cock.
     Jared shuddered, his balls drawing up a bit, his nipples hard and aching, just like his cock. When Dante reached for the amethyst eye, though, Jared caught his hand.
     "Please. I'd rather leave it on."

***

hope you take a chance on it!

J

Birthstone released!

my birthstone, The Amethyst Eye, is out at Torquere Press!

a vamp and a blind psychic

what the heck is not to like?

Buy it here

new books coming!

woo

I have the amethyst eye, a birthstone story from Torquere coming Wednesday. It's a paranormal about a blind man and his new admirer. Here's the cover.




Then I have a new book coming out at Changeling, too. It's called Cirque Caprice: Tarot, and it's coming out mid February

No cover yet, but you can read about it here!

pooped

been working on my non-writer gig non-stop and am tired

waves

what happens when you lose 2000 words on a bad save

1. Crying
2. Cussing
3. More crying
4. screaming at the computer
5. tequila
6. Denial
7. more crying

Finally you sleep it off and get up and decide you can fix it

because you're a writer

*grins*



Have a frog

Stressed

O.o

o.O

Gearing up for Romantic Times

we missed last year due to a depleted con budget, but this year we're going to LA to sign books and party it up with the fairies.

We made the mistake 2 years ago in Orlando of going too big, I think. It's not us. BA and I are cowboy boot kind of girls. That doesn't keep us from occasionally stepping out in a style that's not our usual

Case in point:



That's Kiernan Kelly's hand, painting my face for the fairy ball. We went as the trailer trash court. I got to be the wicked witch

This year is a Venetian masque-- I think we'll go simpler

beautiful chicken broccoli casserole

we remade chicken broccoli casserole to make it more healthy

I love it

chicken, wild and brown rice, a little cheese-- nummy nummy stuff

we also learned how to make our own golden mushroom soup, gluten free and not full of salt and all. I love it. So many of the old recipes need it, and now I got it!

I'm writing like a fiend, and hoping to hit deadlines

new story soon, good day for BA

I have a story coming out in the Pour Some Sugar on Me anthology next week. Woo! Most excellent. It's got Andy and Shiloh in it, from my Doctors Without Borders charity Sip. I love the voice of Andy, who does the talking.

It was a good birthday for BA. We had brunch at Mother's Cafe, and wandered to Hill Country Weavers to look at yarn and such. I only got one skein that matched my hair. I think I will bead it and make a new scarf. I like scarves as just accessories, they just don't have to keep me warm. This is a great blue and purple yarn, and it's silk and cashmere. Hopefully I will do it justice.

Look for new books from both TQ and Changeling in Feb, too!

happy saturday

tomorrow is BA's birthday. we had the party last night and tomorrow we take her to So Co in downtown Austin for brunch and strawberry cupcakes.

We're planning our con schedule for the year, and we're really excited. We're focusing on RT, which we missed last year, and on Authors After Dark, which will be in Philly in August. This con will be in its second year this year, and our editors who attended last year had a blast, so BA and I thought we'd go.

BA and I love to travel together, and everywhere we go we take pics of our feet. It's a thing. Here we are at the rodeo in Colorado...

once upon a time

okay, so I don't actually have a lot of ideas that start that way. I'm way more tha "what of there was this guy" kind of girl

Still, either way there are infinite possibilities there, and that's what writing is all about, right?

Need to get my butt in gear

I know, I know, I say it all the time I have 3 stories due next week, though

o.O

eek

Tell me what to write, y'all.

and now for your amusement a sexy kitty pose from my last headshot set:

looking at the 2011 schedule

and freaking out a little


aaaah

grins

right now I'm proofing for the business, so I am not in writing mode

Inspiration

people want to know what my inspiration is for writing werewolves

here we go:

Beatles day at chez Julia/BA

BA is listening to the Beatles box set and explaining to me how Beatles albums are meant to be an experience and how listening to it all in order is important...

Grins. Too cute.

Lest y'all think it's only country music around here, right?

a little late

but merry Christmas!

I got a sodastream, one of those dealies where you can carbonate your own water

yum

I also got a felting machine. it felts layers of fabric together. I can't wait to play

question for y'all

why do you think so many m/m stories vilify women? I'm not being snarky, I'm genuinely curious. Why is it that m/m writers feel the need to make these awful women their only female characters?

It's a generalization, I know, as a lot of us don't, but I do see a trend, and I want thoughts. Anyone? Bueller?

posting for the 12 days of Smutfest

hey y'all

for the last few days, and for the next 8 or 9, I'm over at The Torquere blog, http://glbtromance.blogspot.com

Posting excerpts and recipes and short snippety things

go see

almost Christmas

woo

I love the Christmas season

I so do

I love lights and tinsel and carols

I love boys wrapped in bows

TMI?

Nah

Tired but feeling triumphant

I'm tired. Worn down. But I feel good about the words I've done. I also feel good at where I am in Christmasing. Woo

Happy December!

have so much to do today I'm not sure whether I'm wagging my tail or it's wagging me. One way or the other, go check out Torquere Press' 15% off sale, today and Monday. code is treat2010 on account of it being the treat yourself sale.

woo

off to vaccum

check out my contest on Coffee Time

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/ContestPage.html

good turkey day

We had a good Thanksgiving at Chez Julia and BA

We're blessed

trying not to whine

we've been doing house renovation and I'm trying not to be whiny. So tired and so much to do

got a new book to read tonight, though

demon hunter tips

never let your hunting partner cheat on his boyfriend

never throw holy water until you know what you're facing

never swear by anything holy in a magic shop

always listen to your partner when he says that girl is perfect for you

fleas can be cured, new love is forever

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1496

a little excerpt

Here's an excerpt from Just Semantics!

Dix loved froufy coffee. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t terribly manly, and he’d bet the other demon hunters never admitted to it. They probably said they preferred tequila or motor oil. Still, there was nothing like a double espresso caramel macchiato with triple whip.

Maura was an Americano girl. Somehow that didn’t surprise him at all. She seemed like a control freak, no fuss kind of chick. She also looked amazed that she was having coffee with him. He couldn’t blame her. She had been pretty adamant.

“So, who is this Magnus person?” She’d come to have coffee with him to hear all about Bingo and Magnus. The whole idea of a dog shifter and a warlock seemed to intrigue her, which did not piss him off. Not at all, especially since she called him a killer.

Dix would take what he could get, but he’d much rather find out more about her. Her wavy black-brown hair and lively blue eyes fascinated him, and her curvy body intrigued the hell out of him in a very “I want that” sort of way. “I told you. Warlock. He’s the jealous type. He’s forever seeing our allies and enemies jumping into bed with Bingo. Sometimes it’s true.”

“Bad dog.” Her eyes widened after she said it, like her joke surprised her.

“You know it. What about you? Do you have dogs?”

“No. I have one very opinionated cat.”

Quelle surprise. “A familiar?”

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “Just a cat.”

He held up his free hand. “No offense intended. I just know you witchy types like cats as familiars.”

“Oh! Why am I even here with you? A woman can have a cat and not be all Gaia and granola and all.” Maura planted her hands on the table and stared at him.

“Because you want to get laid.” He regretted it as soon as he said it, and with good reason. With a noise that sounded like a teapot building to a whistle, Maura whirled around and stomped out of the coffee shop, making a grand exit. Dix had only enough time to rise and swig the last of his coffee before he heard a high-pitched cry of dismay and a crashing noise. Shit.

Hola peeps!

I'm getting a late start today (noon) because I got an early start with the organizer we hired to help us clean the garage. O.O

Lord, that's a whole blog post of its own.

Anyhoo, today I am blogging to promote my new Hot Flash over at Changeling Press. It's called Just Semantics, and it's about a demon hunter and a shopkeeper.

Dix and Maura

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1496

Dix is kind of a manly demon hunter. Maura hates that. It's hot. Fun. Go read.

so, about natural flea remedies. If ingested, pennyroyal can be a bad, bad thing. A drop on the back of your dog's neck, though, can kill fleas. Yay. If you're going to do a flea wash, though, you have to be way more careful with what you use.

Try a rosemary flea dip. Steep two cups of rosemary in boiling water. Remove leaves after it cools and dilute with more water. Store in a plastic container with a lid. Use a few tablespoons in a bath for fleas.

I'll be back later with more!

Hot Flash Out from Changeling Press

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1496

It's called Just Semantics, and it's all about Demon hunter Dix, who's searching for his shifter hunting partner's flea remedy. Magic shopkeeper Maura thinks he's awful. Hot, but awful. Can they find any common ground?

Coming Soon!

my Hot Flash from Changeling Press!

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1496

rambling about the business of writing

books are one of the least profitable retail items in the business

part of it comes from the publishing model of paperback books, which is more than a century old and needs an update. Part of it is the cost of production. Paper is more expensive than ever, and shipping options are narrowing, not expanding. Bookstores will only carry books for 6-8 weeks unless it's a bestseller or unless you're Stephen King with a backlist that sells. And if you write m/m, you know that bookstores often won't carry you at all.

Which is where ebooks come in, right? Low production cost, a growing market of eraders, and an ever-larger number of distributors ought to make it easier than ever for an authors to make a living.

Well, yes and no. I have to admit, I am incredibly grateful that I was one of the first authors to jump on the m/m and ebook bandwagon. My readers are truly wonderful, loyal people, and I appreciate that I'm able to make a living off what I do.

On the other side of the coin, though, there's the fact that with so many books coming out every week now, it's easy to get lost. And with sites like Astatlk gaining popularity, some of us have seen a chunk of sales disappear with every new release.

Trends change a lot faster than they used to, as well. The world moves faster, and the days when you can write in the same genre for 20 years and be successful are over.

So, what's a writer to do?

I think the answer to that is the one thing that hasn't changed. Write what you love. Write it as well as you can. Hope someone loves it. Go out and tell people about it. If you change what you write to fit an audience, it will show in your words.

No matter what the market looks like, it's the best job in the world.

Hot Flash coming out from Changeling soon!

I'm very excited. My first strictly m/f book in a bit. It's a short story, about 6K, and I'm very proud. More soon!

Interview!

my partner in crime, BA Tortuga, has started doing interviews! I was her guniea pig, and my interview is up over at http://batortuga.blogspot.com/

vote for Pictures of You!

http://www.darkdivasreviews.com/polls.php

Need to get going

I have a deadline...


ahhh

Happy Halloween y'all

New Book out!

Hey y'all!

There's a new anthology out from Torquere called Mine.

It's all about possessive paranormals, y'all! I have a young man in his vamp in my story, which is smokin' hot, if I say so myself. There are some amazing stories, in all time periods and all sorts of creatures. Vamps, dragons, demons, demi-gods... It's awesome

go see it here

Friday Link round up

Hey y'all!

Working hard on some short pieces, but nothing to post so I thought I'd round up some links of interest:

My buddy Sean Michael has a het book out at Changeling Press. Now, before you gag and ew, it's smokin' hot, and the next book in the series will be mmf. Give it a shot
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1469

My own latest Changeling title is the last book in the Mystic U series. Final Exams. It has mf and mmf so there's something for everyone. http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1448

Torquere is having a scary good sale this weekend. 15% off total purchase through Sunday, code scary2010 www.torquerebooks.com

y'll know how I love hats. Here's how to make an awesome with hat for halloween
http://sew4home.com/projects/fabric-art-a-accents/705-haunted-halloween-dead-roses-witch-hat

If you love Halloween, it's paranormal month at Torquere. New stories are out now, and later this month the Mine anthology will be out with a story from me and I'll have a Halloween Sip out, as well.

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Writing hard

Have lots of deadlines to hit here at Chez Julia. BA is hitting hers...

In fact, my buddy BA has 2 new books out. Desert Lobo, a smokin' hot menage about werewolves, and a Screwdriver (which means it ran on Turn of the Screw) called Where there's a Will. Woo.

get them both at www.torquerebooks.com

Getting slammed with pirate notices on my Google alerts. Please don't support pirates. Please please please

In other news, been working on making dolls and having a ball. I love making faces...

Charity Sip Blitz!

I know I'm a little late to the party, but the Torquere Press Charity Sip blitz was released Sept 15. This year's theme is Healing Hearts, and the charity is Doctors without borders. Last year we raised 6000.00 for the Matthew Shepard Foundation.



My story is a fairly non-traditional doctor story, a paranormal called "You Don't Need a Doctor"

When a gunshot victim comes into Alan's ER, he jokes that this guy doesn't need a doctor, he needs a veterinarian. As he keeps working, though, the patient seems to be getting less hairy and less hurt. All except for the bullet wound that's now festering badly. Alan is shocked when his patient seems to miraculously heal as soon as he removes the bullet. He's even more shocked when the guy turns up at his house later to offer a very personal thank you.

Can he figure out Shiloh's secret before it's too late?

***

Here's an excerpt!

"Shit, Tony, this guy doesn't need a doctor, he needs a veterinarian." I pried open the mouth of the guy who'd just come into emergency, staring at the amazing set of canines he had. He'd been shot, and the wound was a mess, seemingly already festering.

Christ, the guy was fuzzy, too.

"Looks like one of those dog-faced boys from the circus." Tony was a great RN, but he'd been working in trauma a long time and had developed a little of the gallows humor you saw when the patient came in unresponsive. It was a defense mechanism, though, and I understood.

"He's not that bad, but yeah, he's on the hairy side. Do we know what happened?"

Tony was doing his job, trying to find a vein to get that IV in, get the fluids going. Janey, the ER tech, was hooking up monitors, waiting to see if I wanted oxygen.

"The intake says he was found at the site of a drive-by. He was unconscious and only partially responsive. EMTs feared some sort of paralysis."

"Drive-by?" There was one bullet, and it had gone in at the lower ribcage. Usually drive-by shooting victims ended up peppered with bullets, or had completely random placement. This looked like it had been aimed for the heart.

"We need to determine how soon he can take surgery, then. That bullet is going to have to come out."

"His vitals are holding steady." Janey started reading off numbers, and I stared a little. The man was bleeding like a stuck pig. There was no way his pressure and heart rate were that good. No way.

"Tony, can you take the monitor for a moment?" Janey waved her pager, and we both nodded. We were shorthanded as hell tonight, and everyone had eight places to be, at least.

Tony nodded, and I started cataloging the issues. The contusions seemed more in line with a beating than a drive-by, but you never knew what was going to happen when someone hit asphalt.

"Does that bullet wound seem… I dunno. Shallower?"

***

Find it here!

Just a Cowboy is out!

Hey y'all!

Just a Cowboy, the sequel to Jackass Flats, is out at Torquere Books!

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2834

I'm so proud of this one, y'all! It's a good little story. Go see. Shoo

New Book out from Changeling Press!

Woo!The last Mystic U book is out. It's called Final Exams, and while Danny, Heather and Lee are all present and still figuring stuff out, Alpha Logan is getting his very own annoying professor. Alli is kind of a stick in the mud, but Logan might convince her she likes the exciting life...

here's an excerpt:

Logan surveyed the assembled men, noting the age and disposition of each one. He knew each of them well, knew their idiosyncrasies and their loyalties. He knew their scents, too. None of them were the werewolf who was causing trouble within the pack. None of them were a potential assassin. Which made them perfect for what he wanted to do.

"Thanks for coming tonight, guys," he said in his best pack alpha voice. "I need your help."

A murmur went through the group, but no one really spoke up yet. It was an honor for the pack alpha to ask for a man's help and they all knew it, even if it made them nervous enough that the scent of unease was sharp and acrid.

"Someone is attacking members of our pack. I'm sure you all know that Gage got shot last moon." That had made him so angry that he'd torn up the clearing himself, looking for any clue about who might have been there.

"Yeah, but that was a human, right?" That came from one of the younger men, a strong black wolf who Logan hadn't gotten to know very well yet.

"It was, yes. The problem is that whoever put him up to it is one of us."

Another, louder murmur went up, but Logan forestalled it with one raised hand. He had the proof from Danny's dorm room. Maybe one of these men would recognize the scent. "I can prove it, which is why I need your help. Someone has to know who this guy is. Someone has to recognize the scent. Once we know, I need your help to hunt his ass down." He could see skepticism out there, but more than one of the pack men nodded. They had to protect their own.

"Just tell us what we need to do," the young one said, speaking up again, which was surprising and impressive.

"Well, first I need you to come smell this..."


Here's where you buy:

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1448

yay!

win a nook!

see how you can win a B&N Nook and many other prizes!

https://www.torquerebooks.com/contest/contactmain

Working on a lot of new stories

hoping I can hit all the deadlines!

lions and tigers and werewolves, oh my

question, if you're out there. Would you rather see a m/f or m/m/f for a new short story I'm doing for Changeling?

Experieincing personal joy

I went jogging Friday.

No, this is not part of the joy. In fact, there was pain. However, there was a guy out there jogging in the opposite direction, and he had his border collie with him. Man and dog were hugely happy. Smiling. Panting and wheezing in perfect time...

So I thought about my personal joys. Dancing, writing, spending time with non-jogging bassets, my craft room.

Got me through my half hour run

Not a bad deal, all in all

Books coming out in September

I have the last Mystic U book coming out in early Sept from Changeling Press. Very exciting! Danny and Heather and Lee get their screen time, but Alpha Logan gets his girl, too

When I have a cover I'll preview.

then in mid-Sept the much awaited sequel to Jackass Flats, Just a Cowboy is out. Woo

check this out

where does the time go?

ack

man, I got to go Cheyenne with BA last week, and it was awesome. Cowboys ahoy!

other old favorites that are not mine

some of my favorite books in m/m?

BA Tortuga's Long Road Home

Kiernan Kelly's Riding Heartbreak Road

Tory Temple's Chasing Victory (Okay, it's a year old, but I love it)

Laney Cairo's Bad Case of Loving You

all of then can be found at www.torquerebooks.com

pulling out old favorites

In my last post, I linked to a great write up of Perfect, which has been out a few years now. Avery and Louis are old friends.

it got me thinking about some of my older tales, and how maybe I'm technically a better grammarian or self-editor now, but about how I do love some of my older stories.

Today I was looking at To Hell You Ride. Arguably my most accurate historical, as I lived a few hours from Telluride for years and loved the place desperately. I also love big Roy, the lead character, as I've been something of an outsider in my life, and I understand where he's coming from.

You can find it here

Lovely comment on Jessewave's Blog

Leslie did a nice write up of summer stories, and she was kind enough to mention my novel, Perfect. You can read it here!

Perfect is about Louis and Avery, and how they find out that love doesn't have to be perfect to be great

find it at www.torquerebooks.com

good 4th

good 4th of July

headed for Mexico tomorrow

y'all be good

Art is subjective

I have this love-hate relationship with "art"

I think it's not the thing itself I have an issue with. I love to look at art, read it, listen to it. All kinds. I love to make dolls and stitch things and write things. With me it's more the definition. I have been called a crafter and a storyteller rather than an artist. My "crafts" are not fine art, I'm told, and my writing is too colloquial and too down home...

I wonder what people would think if they knew Shakespeare's critics and contemporaries called him a writer for the unwashed masses...

Hey, I'm no Shakespeare, but just because I don't have a MFA doesn't mean I can't make things and ask people to pay money for them.

I recently read a comment on a blog, posted anonymously of course, where the commenter complained that she had spent years studying art, knew how to put something together "correctly" and yet people were putting crap up on Etsy and selling it...

So what, I wonder, gives her the right to decide what's crap?

Well, I guess the same thing that makes other people not buy her "art"

Really, it's because art is subjective. Sure, most people can agree that Michelangelo is art, but not everyone loves him. I once stood in front of Botticelli's Birth of Venus in the Uffizi museum in Florence, silently crying my eyes out at my perceived perfection, and had someone tell me they couldn't stand one more boring painting. They had museum burnout.

We had a complete difference of subjective opinion there.

So what makes art to you? Does it have to be studied? Spontaneous? Performance? Tell!

sidelined

man, I have the attention span of a gnat on crack

newsletter got sidelined, but I'm on it, I swear

right now I'm doing data entry and watching Andrew Zimmern

working on a newsletter

yep, working on newsletter for Yahoo group, thanks to BA, who was doing one last night and making me feel guilty.

Will probably post here, too

obstacles and inspiration

so, this past week was full of obstacles to writing.

I find lack of time due to my day job (publishing, which is a joy, but busy) and stress to be the biggest obstacles to my personal writing time. I laugh hysterically, in fact, when people say I went into publishing so I could put my writing first. I write 75% less now than when I worked at a library and could leave my job at the office.

Stress is big, too, though. Someone broke into my car last week and stole all of the electronics, creating expensive havoc. This? Gives me stress. Especially since they did it in broad daylight *IN MY YARD*. Then someone hacked a paypal button, stealing money that goes to a gay charity, essentially.

Nice.

A life of crime must be way easier than writing.

So I decided that I need to revisit my inspiration. Travel. Cowboys. Cowboy hats on dashboards. I love the ching ching sound at the beginning of a fiddle riff. I love Tim McGraw. I love Venice at sunset, when all of the buildings are reflected in the water, and everything is quieting down a little. I love steak and pizza and a good, hard workout. I like a man in Wranglers, hot and sweaty and a little wild. I love the mountains in the summer and fall, when Texas is just too hot.

So what are your obstacles and inspirations?

it's been a rough week

so it's no wonder I didn't get to promo my new title here until now!

It's called Pictures of You, and it's a m/m/f menage--

Actually, it's a m/m, m/f then m/m/f

*g*

here's the blurb

Ryan and Shreve share an apartment that has it all for such an old building. An open floor plan, a huge shower, and a picture window in the bedroom. When Ryan notices he and Shreve are being spied on by the attractive female photographer across the way, he decides it's time to get friendly with the neighbors. Real friendly. And he sets out to get Shreve to jump on board with the plan.

Leanne has no idea the boys know she's watching. They inspire her to pick up her camera for the first time since a disastrous showing of her work, and they make her hot, but she's not sure she wants to meet her subjects. Maybe she can apply what they teach her to her own personal life, though, and make everything picture perfect.


here's the link :D

have I missed anything?

*g* Still working on new stories, y'all. I am not dead. My publisher alter ego is just the busy one right now!

Hugs to all

Julia

Collected stories at Changeling

Hey y'all!

My Pack Mentality books have been re-released at Changeling as a collection

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1329

that's one low price now for all 4 stories, and there's m/m/f, m/f, and m/m in the stories. Something for everyone who likes werewolves (and the occasional werebear and were-whatevers)

woo!

bloggers

I've always wanted to be one of those bloggers who has neat stuff to say. Who can post every day and make it all sparkly and shit.

I am not that person. I get busy. I forget that I have a blog. I promise content and I disappear for weeks...

Sigh.

I want to be sparkly. I do!

changed the blurb on the Highwayman

hey y'all. a reviewer (who was very sweet) brought up the fact that the High-Class Highwayman blurb didn't reflect the erotic content. I change it up a little bit.

When Julian is forced to turn to crime after he loses his inheritance, he decides that he can do better than the incompetent highwayman who tries to waylay him one dark night. That's how the High-Class Highwayman comes into his own, and he does very well for himself, at least until Griffen Michalis comes along.

Griffen is far better versed in the criminal underworld than Julian, and he has no interest in the legitimate, and rather modest, fortune that is rightfully Julian's. Being a Lord would cause him too much trouble. Griffen has far more planned for Julian than one night of excitement on the high road and Julian finds that being with Griffen is not just about mind-blowing sexual games, but danger as well.

buy it here!

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2592

New Book out from Torquere!

The High-Class Highwayman is out! Woo!

When Julian is forced to turn to crime after he loses his inheritance, he decides that he can do better than the incompetent highwayman who tries to waylay him one dark night. That's how the High-Class Highwayman comes into his own, and he does very well for himself, at least until Griffen Michalis comes along.

Griffen is far better versed in the criminal underworld than Julian, and he has no interest in the legitimate, and rather modest, fortune that is rightfully Julian's. Being a Lord would cause him too much trouble. Can he convince Julian that he's giving the money back, and that he wants something far more than one night of excitement on the high road?


Buy it here!

Coming this weekend

Saturday I have a High Ball coming out at Torquere Press!

It's called The High-Class Highwayman, and it's a historical romp set in 1780s England.

Julian is an impoverished Lord who has to turn to crime to pay his bills when his father leaves the family fortune to a bastard son. Griffen knows he's not really Julian's long lost brother, and he's happy to give the fortune back. The two begin a game of cat and mouse, of dominance and control, which Julian revels in... Until they get caught. Will the highwayman be around to save his lover when Griffen truly needs help?

new book from Changeling Press

Hey y'all!

I have a new book out from Changeling Press! It's the sequel to Wolf 101, and it's called Mystic U: Midterms

Danny, Lee and Heather are back, and not everyone is thrilled about their relationship at Mystic U and in the small town of Wolf Creek...

here's a link :

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1345

and here's an excerpt -- not really work safe :D

---

They pulled up at the little frame house that sat on the edge of town, fields of snow-tinged green out there. Spring was really getting on them. It was kind of glorious, what with the mountains still covered in white and all. Maybe he was turning into something of a country boy after all. Or at least a nature lover coexisting with a city boy.
Lee led the way, and the door was unlocked, just like always. No one locked their door in Wolf Creek. Well, until they got inside. Then Lee locked the door and pulled the laundry basket out of Danny’s arms, tossing it to the floor.
“Hold on, babe. If I don’t start the laundry now it will never get done tonight.” Danny put a hand on Lee’s chest, holding the big guy off.
“You can wait five minutes. That’s all it will take for our first orgasm.” Lee brushed his hand aside, pulling Danny up against his chest and kissing him hard.
Oh. Maybe Lee was right. His cock went hard in a heartbeat, just pushing against the fly of his jeans. Damn. Lee could kiss. Toothy, hard enough to press Danny’s lips against his teeth, the kiss made him moan and start to hump, his hips grinding against Lee’s.
An answering hardness met his, Lee hot and ready, even through their clothes. The clothes started to come off seconds after that, Lee’s big hands easing off his shirt, then opening his jeans. “You’re damned good at that, babe.”
“Uh-huh.” Lee grinned at him, eyes twinkling. “You know what you’re best at?”
“Sucking?” Shit, he didn’t need Lee to tell him that. It seemed impossible that he’d given his first blowjob last semester. He’d learned to love it since then, to love the taste and feel of Lee between his lips, on his tongue.
“Bingo. Wanna?” Stroking Danny’s lower lip, Lee raised one brow, waiting.
“Hell, yes.” Danny sank to his knees, knowing it wouldn’t take long for both of them to come this way. He opened Lee’s jeans and pulled that amazing, thick cock out, licking his lips.
Moaning a little, Lee pulled him forward, pressing the head against his lips. Danny opened up and took him in, sucking at the loose skin just underneath, then pressing his tongue to the slit.
Fuck, yes. The first taste made Danny’s hips rock, his cock pushing up toward the hand he moved down to meet it. It all came together in the most amazing circle of pleasure, his mouth, Lee’s cock. His hand, his cock. Perfect

new book at Torquere

woo! Purple Pen diaries - yummy little mystery about a writer and a security guy :>

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2546

here's a wee excerpt ---

"Mr. Tyler?"

Shit. Well, at least it was tall, dark and hotter than hell who'd detained me.

"Yes?" I pasted on a smile, which made him chuckle. The sound was low and sensual, and went straight to my cock.

"I was going to invite you up to the windows bar and grill thing for dessert."

I stared. I couldn't help it. Surely it wasn't my good looks, though I managed to do all right for myself. If he was a fan, though, I wasn't above taking advantage of it to keep him around a bit longer.

"Sure. Can we escape now, though?"

"You bet." He laughed again, and it made me want to push him down and hump him. It had been a long time since I'd had such a visceral reaction to someone. I liked it.

We worked our way through the crowd, heading toward the stairs. We'd gone up three decks before either of us spoke.

"I like your books," Marc finally said, glancing over. "You must have sisters, to be able to write a guy pretending to be a girl and make it convincing."

"Sisters? What makes you think it's not my skills as a Lothario? I could be married, or engaged or something."

"Your bio says, 'Confirmed bachelor Brandt Tyler'. I figured that meant you were queer."

I sputtered with laughter. I couldn't help it. Most people were not nearly that direct. "I am. Maybe that's how I get the girly thing."

He paused on a landing, looking me over carefully. So carefully that it made my cock twitch. "Nah. You're not that in touch with your feminine side."

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Devereaux grinned, eyes crinkling up at the corners. "I'm all for you being one hundred percent male."

"Oh, good." I started climbing again, feeling the need to sit down somewhere, preferably under a booth where I could hide my rising cock. "So, what do you do, Mr.--"

"Marc. Call me Marc."


---

go check it out!

I know, I suck

Miss Promo I am not...

Let's see, what all is new?

Not a heck of a lot. I'm behind on all of my deadlines. :( Sighs

still, I'm working on it!

lots of things

Lord, I'm behind. I have Sips out, both a Charity Sip called If Wishes were Horses and a Halloween Sip called The Zed Word. The first is about cowboys, the second is about zombies, and they're both at www.torquerebooks.com

I'm in the Care and Feeding of Demons anth, also at Torquere. My demon convinces his demon hunter to have sex the old-fashioned way. He tells him he needs it to become human...

I'm not sure I mentioned my new title at Changeling Press, either! Called Wolf 101, it's part of a new series about a paranormal college called Mystic U. It's a hot menage, and it's a lot of fun

okay, off to Tweet

way behind

Sorry about the non-posting. Real life gets me behind

My book The Fire Inside, came out sometime this month. It was a serial on Turn of the Screw over at Torquere and is now an ebook. It's got psychics, firestarters, boys with guns, and lots of hot stuff...

blurb:

Nick is just a working man, trying to get his job done. When a routine job goes sour, though, he knows just who to blame; the guy who threw himself in front of Nick's car. Ty.

Ty's in trouble, and he's hoping Nick will help him. He's not sure what forces brought them together, but he knows they're meant to be, and he's willing to use his talent for generating heat to keep Nick at his side, ready for more of his special gifts. And ready to defend him from anyone who wants to hurt him. Will these two be overcome by the fire inside?

Buy link

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2084

Read the amazing review by CB Potts

http://www.torquerepress.com/fiction/fireinside.html#review

There we go!

What else? Oh, yeah. I got a great interview from Rainbow Reviews, and it's up here:

http://rainbow-reviews.com/?p=1623

You should go check it out, and check out everything else over there. The RR folks are very good to us m/m writers and readers

OKay, going to catch up on other stuff!

Later!

New release from Torquere

Well, actually, a re-release.

I had a story I just loved out in the Play Ball anthology, called Hitting Streak. It was about ex-baseball pro Jose, who was injured and could no longer play, and the guy who wants to take him out. Dave. It's available now as part of a pair of stories in a Sip. It's called Two Games, and I share space in it with my bud, BA Tortuga.

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2017

Check it out!

duuuude

man, it's going to be scorching this week. 99 for a high most days. makes me want tea by the gallon and lots of fans. How do y'all beat the heat?

blinnks and yawns

working on highwaymen

need coffee, stat

Chef on Chef! A new Spice it Up

Hey y'all!

Got a new release from Torquere. It's a novelette, and it's called Chef on Chef

buy it here ! And today use md2009 as a coupon code for 15% off

Here's the blurb:

Kierny Sullivan is a celebrity chef whose career has already peaked. Tyler Sullivan is more the next big thing. As an up and coming chef, Tyler was Kierny's protégé, and lover. When Tyler used Kierny to get ahead of the game, though, things went horribly wrong, and the animosity between them survives every attempt at reconciliation.

Then they get an offer to do a show together that neither one of them can refuse, and Tyler has a new scheme. He wants Kierny back in the worst way, and will stop at nothing to get the big-name chef back, including just telling the truth. Can Kierny and Tyler work out a deal?

and here's the snippet!

"You're a cynical bastard."

"I am." Kierny smiled, but it was more barracuda than happy puppy. "You helped make me that way."

"Oh, bullshit." Tyler exploded into motion, pacing back and forth, hands waving. "You fucking expected me to betray you, every moment of every day. Shit, you dared me to. You were a goddamned self-fulfilling prophecy."

He finally got the reaction he wanted. Both perfectly shaped eyebrows went up, and Kierny's mouth fell open. "Wait. Can you be… Are you blaming this on me?"

"This meeting? No. Our breaking it off? No. Some of the events that led up to both? Yes." Tyler was too honest to blame it all on Kierny. He really was.

"I cannot believe you think for one moment that I. That you. Oh!"

God, that was cute. Kierny was all red-faced, looking like he was going to start stomping the floor, or maybe punching Tyler in the gut. Now was the time to move in.

"So, why did you come?"

"What?"

Keeping Kierny off guard was the only way to go. He had to keep those green eyes wide, had to keep the man from getting a handle on the situation.

"Why did you come to my house, if you think I'm the root of all evil?"

"To let you know that, naturally. All done now." Turning on his heel, Kierny made for the door.

Tyler caught one muscular bicep. "No." No way was Kierny getting away. It was crazy; the world felt upside down, but Tyler was going to hold on and make the man give them both what they wanted.

Staring at his hand, cheeks hot, Kierny murmured, "No?"

Reeling the man in was easier than Tyler expected. "No. You knew what I wanted when you showed up. You can't deny it. So, I say you stay."

The muscles under his hand tensed, but Kierny didn't pull away. This close, Tyler could smell the man, and Kierny smelled like cinnamon and cloves, mixed with smoke and male musk.

Fuck, it was a good thing.

a new Sip from Torquere

hey y'all!

My newest Sip is called Sit Up and Beg, and it's a fun little piece about a captured werewolf and a latent werecat. Killian has been captured by one bad dude, and Evan wants to help him escape. These boys will also feature in my next Sip, Sit Pretty.

Here's an excerpt!

"Sit up and beg."

"You're crazy," Killian said, fingers dancing in the air just over the collar wrapped around his neck. "I'm a werewolf, not a pet."

The collar was driving him fucking crazy. It had to weigh several pounds, and it was like those radio collars so-called scientists put on wild animals. More like sadists. Let's make the animal stand out from all the other animals so it's ostracized and killed!

That wasn't the purpose of Killian's collar. His was more like one of those sci-fi series shock collars. Misbehave and get electrocuted. Or at least fried like a hairy sausage.

No, his collar was designed to kick his ass if he tried to get loose.

The guy who had finally appeared in front of the cage his kidnappers had put him in smiled. "I guess you are, at that. At least for now. These guys? They want to make you a fighting dog. A human pit bull, if you will."

"These guys?" Killian eyed the big man, noting the faded jeans and button-down shirt, the strapped on shoulder-holster. "What are you?"

"I'm just hired security."

"Hired…" Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Anyone who could work for the guys who'd taken him as a hired gun would probably only respond to one thing. Money. That was a commodity that Killian was flat out of.

"Yep." The guy nodded, blue eyes twinkling. Maybe glinting. A glint was more shark-like, right?

"Well. Stop taunting the captive, Mr. Security."

"But it's so much fun!" The guy tilted his head. "And it's Evan."

you can buy it here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1945

I also want to recommend a Sip by my bud, Dallas Coleman

It's called One More Word, and it has a hot damned cowboy in it. Hot. Hot hot.

find it here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1944

new release from Changeling Press

new Changeling Release 

The third and last book in the Cat House series is out! It's called Cat Fancy, and it's Layla's story. A m/m/f menage! 

Here's the link: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1128

Here's the blurb: 

Layla is great at matchmaking among her friends and with the patrons at the Cat House, but she’s not so good at finding someone to call her own. Now she has two big male werecats doing renovations on her club, and she thinks she has an embarrassment of riches.
Aaron and Jamie have a good thing going, but they believe that sharing makes it even better. They think Layla might be just the kind of pleasure they want to mix with their business, and they’re ready to take what they want. Can Layla choose between them, or will she even have to?

Want to read a snippet? Sure you do!

How exciting! Layla just loved the two little boys who were coming in during the days to do her construction. Jamie was dark and lean and serious, and Aaron was blond and surfer-like and watched everything with those big blue eyes of his.

She just wanted to rub them together and see if they made sparks. Heck, she wanted to rub against them herself and see if she could start a fire. They were just what the doctor ordered for her budget woes, and for her flagging confidence about her looks.

The bad thing about playing matchmaker for all of her friends was that eventually she had to wonder why she couldn’t find someone herself.

“Hey, babe, you want to hand me the level?” Jamie was asking Aaron, who unclipped a little tool from his belt and tossed it over.

Babe. Jamie called Aaron babe. How absolutely adorable.

The boys were still measuring and fixing to start their demolition, which would mean she’d have to block off the area and keep the customers out. She had no intention of closing for the renovation. In fact, she was going to make a promotional thing out of it. A spring cleaning party.

Layla pretended to work, sitting at a booth up front with the overhead light on and a ledger before her. She was really watching two masculine, tight butts in even tighter jeans, licking her lips and trying not to think about how hard her nipples were.

Really, she must need to get laid in the worst way.

She got up, going to the break room and pouring a cup of coffee for herself, filling a couple of paper cups for the boys too. “Cream and sugar?” she called, waiting for the curious kitties to come to her.

“Sorry, ma’am, but what was that?” Jamie, the dark one with the golden brown eyes, poked his head into the break room.

“Do y’all take cream or sugar?”

“That’s real sweet of you. I take two sugars. Aaron likes a lot of cream and a little sugar.”
“Ah, then Aaron is a man after my own heart. I’m addicted to the cream.”

Jamie blinked, then laughed, the sound deep and surprising and delightful. “I thought that was your business partner, Kitty.”

Now it was her turn to laugh out loud, thinking how Cole and Alan both would kick this little boy’s ass. Not that Jamie and Aaron were little, or even boys. Compared to Cole Lee, though, just about everyone looked like they still had milk teeth.

“He likes his cream too, I admit. You’re not his type, though.”

“Am I your type?”

She raised a brow, knowing they were perfectly groomed to arch over her eye sardonically. “I thought you were Aaron’s type.”

“I am.” This time there was no blush, no laughter, just dead certainty. “We play some.”

“Well, I like to play too.” She forced her hands not to shake, making his coffee up and handing it over before she went to work on Aaron’s.

“Do you mix business with pleasure?” Aaron came to stand beside Jamie, one hand on Jamie’s hip.

Pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty. Heat bloomed between her legs, her nipples so hard now that they could cut glass. Oh, she wanted to, for sure. Cole would kill her. “Can we wait for you to break for lunch? You’re not in the budget.”

“Mmm. We can take a break off the clock anytime.”

That was Aaron, his voice a low growl, and suddenly she was rethinking calling these two little boys. They had an amazing amount of focus, and that double trouble look was enough to make her fan herself a little. “Give me an hour, and you’re on.”

Jamie pulled out his cell phone and punched a few buttons. “There. I set an alarm.”

God. That stare was smoking hot. Layla was just about to throw caution to the wind when the back door buzzer rang, telling her she had a delivery. Damn it.

“Be right back, boys. Enjoy your coffee break.” She went to answer the door, wishing her damned assistant hadn’t disappeared so fast. It would have been nice to stay and play.

just a note

have some new stories out, some new ones about to come out. I promise a real post in the next few days, so hang out and check it out

I've been reviewed!

Buckle Up, my December 2008 Turquoise Birthstone for Torquere Press has gotten two very nice reviews.

One came in from Fallen Angel Reviews' April. You can find it here!

The other comes from Literary Nymphs' Rose Nymph! It's here!

Thanks ladies! I loved this story, as it just made me smile to write it. Check it out at Torquere, here!

Short List at the Gaylactic Spectrum

http://www.spectrumawards.org/2008.htm#bestshortshort

Check it out, y'all! I've been nominated many a time for things, but this is the first time I've short listed at a major award. The book is out of print now, actually. It was a Torquere Press Anthology edited by the talented Meredith Schwartz, called Alleys and Doorways. There's talk of Lethe Press re-releasing it in print, but so far I haven't seen a concrete deal.

If it falls through, I promise to post The Reflection of Love as a free read on my website. We'll have to wait and see!

In other news, I'll be at Romantic Times in April, doing booksignings on Wednesday night and Saturday afternoon with fellow authors Chris Owen, BA Tortuga, Tory Temple and Kiernan Kelly. It's in Orlando this year, so if you're in the neighborhood, you should drop in! More details as it gets closer!

Birthstone release from Torquere!

hey y'all!

I just released a Birthstone and a Sip, actually!

The Birthstone is Turquoise, and it's called Buckle Up!

Kelvin doesn't mind running an old fashioned pawn shop in Santa Fe. He meets a lot of folks, hears a lot of life stories. Like the story cowboy Cody Mack brings in, along with an antique belt buckle. Cody's grandfather loved the Navajo who made that buckle, and the cowboy is trying to find the man and give it back.

More than willing to help, Kelvin sets out to find Cody's jewelry maker, and finds more than he bargained for. He gets a great story out of the bargain, and a great friend in Cody, but Kelvin wants even more. Can he find a way to let Cody know how he feels?

you can buy it here

The Sip is called Wolfy Resolutions:

Cage really doesn't want to attend his demon roommate's New Year's party. He's been dumped, and he knows his friend is trying to set him up, which is strictly against his New Year's resolutions. Then he meets Barney, and decides maybe his roommate is on to something, trying to get him to hook up with a new, young, and very hot werewolf in town. Will Cage decide to rewrite his resolutions?

buy it here

I promise to post some snippets later!

New release!

5'O'clock Bar has just been released by Torquere Press!

The 5 O'clock is a fictional bar just outside of Denver, and it's the brainchild of me, Sean Michael, Chris Owen and BA Tortuga

We wrote it as a Turn of the Screw serial, and it features lots of neat boys each with their own chapter, or set of chapters. I did two sets of working class boys, Hector and Wally and Sam and Mac. Hector has lost in love a lot, and he has no idea his buddy Wal has been looking a long time. There's more to Wally than meets the eye, and Hector will be happy to explore it all. Sam and Mac meet over a fistfight at the 5'Oclock, and man do sparks fly.

You can buy it in paperback or ebook! http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1674

here's a wee bit of Sam and Mac


"Lord, we're a pair, huh?" Mac went and got the ice cream, then came on over with two spoons. Those long legs just ate up space, moving Mac across the floor. It was hot.

"Uh-huh." His eyes were focused on the tempting bulge under the denim. He bet that was a nice, long bit of rope.

"Hope you like butter pecan." Settling next to him, Mac scooted close. Close enough to share the dessert.

"I like ice cream, honey. I ain't picky." He took a spoon, moaning as the cold hit his throat.

"Feels good, huh?" They both chowed down, not even turning the game on.

"No shit. My throat feels like I gargled with sandpaper."

"I hear you. And my kidneys." Mac gave him a hard look. "You didn't have to hit me so hard."

"You didn't have to call me short, man. I'm tall enough that my feet touch the ground."

"Your legs go all the way to the floor, huh?" Mac grinned. "Mine go to my neck."

"Naw. There's some nice shit between them legs and your neck." Some real nice shit.

He got a look, kind of sideways and hot as hell. "You could get a closer look."

"You think?" He put his spoon in the carton, shifted a little. "You'll have to take it easy on my poor bones. You tore my ass up last night."

"Yeah. Yeah, I hear that." Still, Mac's hand was sliding on his thigh. "I figure something light. Easy."

"Works for me." He scooted closer. "Something to take the edge off, let us be all melty and shit." Sam could so do melty.

"That's it." One hand strayed right into his lap, pressing against his zipper, just hard enough to make him feel it.

His hand headed for Mac's shirt buttons, giving him a look at that bruised and beaten chest. The guy looked about as horked as he did, but damn, it was still pretty. Lean muscles. A fine dusting of hair. Ridged belly.

"It's fine. You're fine." He reached out, petting that belly, letting the back of his hand nudge Mac's hard-on.

"Mmm. You got good hands for a midget."

Oh, he was so going to kick Mac's ass. As soon as the man let go of his cock, which Mac was pushing at through his jeans.

"Don't make me beat you again, stud. I'm tired and horny."

"I can go with the horny." Mac leaned right over and kissed him, pressing down against his mouth. A better use for it than sarcasm.

His eyes flew open and he went still for about half a second before he started kissing back, diving right on in and tasting the lingering flavor of ice cream in Mac's mouth. Mac's free hand cupped the back of his head, holding him still. The other one was anything but still, rubbing up against him, hot even through the cloth. Oh, damn. He could handle this. His legs spread, the ache in his cock superseding any bitching from his muscles.

"Mmm. Nice. Wanna see now, huh?" Mac didn't waste any time. The man just started unzipping and pulling and pushing.

His cock jerked, waving like it had a little horndog mind of its own.

check it out!

Hey y'all! I may not be a winner, but I'm short list special! LOL

I short listed at the Gaylactic Spectrum Awards in short fiction. You can find the nominees here: http://www.spectrumawards.org/2008.htm

They don't have the short list and winners up yet, but folks who attended the banquet have put the list up, and various blogs have picked up on it. I like Elisa Rolle's LJ. http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/398519.html

Anyhoo, the story is a short fantasy called the Reflection of Love, from the great Meredith Schwartz edited Alleys and Doorways. You can find it here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=431

Woo hoo!

Here's a wee, wee excerpt.

Kyle had felt something in that alley.

Oh, not for the poor guy he'd blown. That guy had known he was about to die, and wanted to go out with a bang. He'd given Kyle all the money in his pocket, about three hundred dollars.

With that Kyle could take the rest of the night off.

No, he'd felt someone watching. Someone that vibrated on a frequency he usually only felt when he was jacking off. His very own buzz.

Jesus, it had put the hair up on the back of his neck, made him run like the fucking wind.

Now he was back in his one room flat, staring at the wall. His poster of Scotland was looking a little ratty. He'd bought it in college, back when he'd thought he was going to go live in a belfry in Edinburgh and write the great American novel.

Shit. He'd made it as far as Atlanta. That was where he'd gotten stuck. His Lit degree meant less than nothing to anyone but McDonald's. What he did might not be kosher to everyone, but it beat flipping burgers, and his special kind of empathy really helped folks think he was the second coming. On the first come.

New Release!

I have a new book out from Torquere Press! It's up HERE!

Here's the info: (btw, it's a prequel to the Werewolf Code, which came out earlier in the year)

Deke has a terrible itch to scratch. He's a werewolf looking for a safe place to get his addiction on; Deke loves to feed vampires. When he finds himself at Bloodrose, an exclusive club that caters to supernatural creatures, Deke thinks he might be at the right place, somewhere he can find a kindred spirit.

Kasey is the vampire who ends up sponsoring Deke at Bloodrose, knowing that he has to have Deke for his own. The heat between them is immediate, but it's sharing the small details of their lives that makes Kasey and Deke think they might have something special together. Can they find a way to scratch Deke's itch?

***

Here's the excerpt!

“Tell me what you get out of this, Deke?” Kasey finally asked when Deke was almost finished eating.

“Huh?” He paused, fork halfway to his mouth, the steak dripping a little. It wasn’t like he had forgotten Kasey was there; his persistent hard on reminded him of that like, every two seconds. He just hadn’t expected navel gazing.

“What do you get out of this whole deal? I mean, I get fed as much as you can stand it, for a whole year. That’s nothing to sneeze at.”

“Achoo.” Deke grinned at Kasey’s delicately arched brow. “Look. I’m not gonna sugar coat anything. I like to get bit. I like it a lot. It makes me come. I just needed a safe way to go about it.”

“Well, then.” Kasey toyed with a wine glass, lips curled into a tiny smile. “Jonny tells me we have two weeks to become acquainted with one another, but I’m not sure it will take us that long to know if we’re compatible.”

“No?” His heart kicked up a notch in its beat, and he could tell Kasey heard it.

“No. I think we’ll find out in the next five minutes, in fact.” Kasey slid back from the table, moving with an animal sort of grace, dark hair moving like the man was underwater.

Dude. Was that like a vamp skill? Little Mermaid on the move.

Chuckling, Deke watched Kasey settle on the bed and pull the dressing robe open. Oh, hell yes. Lean, but muscled. Pale as milk. Sweet.

“Come feed me, Deke. I want to see how you taste.”

His cock jerked, and Deke got up, dropping the robe on the way to the bed. No sense in pretending that wasn’t what he was there for, because damn. He settled next to Kasey, surprised to find the man warm to the touch when he slid a hand up one thigh.

“We’re not all frozen like Jonny,” Kasey said, noting his tiny start. “He’s kind of special.”

“He is.” Jonny was something else.

One of Kasey’s arms wrapped around his waist, long fingers sliding along his ribs. “You’re not just lukewarm, though, Deke. You’re hot as fire.”

“You’re not helping with that. I mean, you’re making me crazy.” Deke wasn’t sure if he should let Kasey in on that, but they were supposed to be getting to know each other, right?

“Oh, I imagine it’s as much the plug and the auction that’s got you up.” But Kasey’s fingers moved down his hip, around his belly to his cock, stroking him up and down.

“That’s part of it, sure. I’ve had guys that left me cold, though.” There had been a few vamps who had just had that lizard stare, that icy look that told Deke they’d just as soon drain him dry.

“Well, I have to admit I’m pleased to know that.” Kasey smiled, showing his fangs, which were little bigger than Jonny’s, a little less needle-like. Sometimes it seemed like there were a few different kinds of vamps. Or maybe they were like people, or dogs, or even wolves. They just turned out differently depending on what they were like to begin with.

“Good. That feels… Are you gonna bite me?”

“Yes.” Kasey pulled Deke’s face against his shoulder, settling him comfortably, before licking along his neck, finding the pulse that beat way too fast. Deke’s heart felt like it was slamming against his ribs, and they hadn’t even started yet.

Compatible?

Kasey was going to burn him up and leave him in ashes.

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new book!

Chris Owen and I got a wild hair a long time ago and decided to write kinky cops. Problem was, we got busy, and they got forgotten.

Then one day Chris said, "Hey, remember the guys?"

I did. Horny cops. Cute, hairy dog named Jeepers. Bad undercover situation.

It's glorious in its freakiness!

Good Cop, Bad Cop by Chris Owen and Julia Talbot

Cody is a cop with a mission. He's the point of contact for another cop, one working deep undercover in an organized crime group. Thing is, Pete is not at all what he expects in a partner. Pete's a little reckless, a lot hot, and probably not as careful as he ought to be when it comes to rendezvous with his contact.

Pete thinks Cody is pretty darned hot. Cody's a little reserved, a little afraid to let his macho side out, but Pete is more than happy to help Cody assert himself, even if it costs him his concentration on the job sometimes. When Pete runs into some serious danger, though, he has to hope Cody will come through for him. Will Pete and Cody live to tell the tale of their undercover adventures?

Get it here!