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.

hosting the TQ social LJ today 9-19

come see me!

http://community.livejournal.com/torquere_social/

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!

New books

or at least fairly new, LOL

A Sip at Torquere called You Know Me

It's about a type A guy and his old buddy, a rodeo rider, who find a way to make things more permanent, finally...

find it here

I love this one. I really do. I'm proud of Ed and Jake.

I also have a newish book out at Changeling that I've been very remiss in pimping! The second Cat House book, it's called Catnip Crazy, and it's a fun m/m werekitty who finds a cop and decides to keep him!

check it out here

There's a great review of it here!

WOoO!

long time, busy busy

I know, I suck, huh?

Let's see. I have a new Sip out at Torquere called Mind in the Middle. It's about Ty, a bullrider at the top of his game until he gets dumped, and about Andy, the guy who helps him get it back together. You can find it here.

I really ought to be asleep. The dogs woke me up, and now they won't go back to bed. This is bad, considering I was up until 4. So. Three hours of sleep = psychotic break with reality

makes me want to write serial killers

A New Sip!

Here's an excerpt with my new Sip, out at Torquere Press, called Rocking R:

Esau Rodriguez hated subdivisions.

His family had owned a ranch in Doña Ana county for five generations. The land around Las Cruces might not be the best without irrigation, but if you got water to it, it would grow anything.

He loved the Rio Grande, loved the majestic Organ mountain vista that spread out no matter where you were in the valley, and he loved prickly pear and ocotillo and even the damned coyotes.

What he hated about the valley now was the damned houses that sprang up like prairie dogs at sundown, whether cheap-assed or fancy, squatting on the landscape like a spotty kind of plague. He had to drive past them to get home from town, had to watch the inevitable creeping, encroaching mess of new construction and shake his head.

It was a damned good thing he had good fences, and that his house sat off the road a good bit, where he had open range and some chile fields to hide everything. The old Chevy bumped across the cattle guard and across the dirt track that circled the inside of the perimeter fence, heading down to the house. He'd stop up and get the mail later, after it ran; he needed to exercise old Paint anyway. Right now he had groceries to put away.

"Mierda," Esau cursed when he got to the gate on down to the house, which stood wide open. He'd have to count dogs, and damned if border collies and Great Pyrenees came cheap. "Well, I guess they know who feeds them," he murmured, stopping the truck with a jerk when he saw the utility vehicle parked by his back patio.

"What the fuck!"

****


Here's the info!

Esau hates the suburbs. He's holding onto his little piece of land in southern New Mexico, and he's pretty pissed when the meter man leaves his gate open. Then he meets the meter man, Jamie, and he's ready to make nice. Jamie wants Esau, too, but he's worried that their relationship will never go anywhere. Can Esau convince Jamie that things can be good out in the country?

have I posted this before?

I got a wonderful review of my Torquere Press title Mountain Trails, at Rainbow Reviews

Check it out here!