01 june 2018
THE ELEVATOR – Adrian & Greyson (Close Proximity 1) is coming in July! This is a new short story series (gay romance) that uses one of my favorite tropes: forced proximity. What do you do when you’re stuck in a small place with the object of your desire? Do you hookup? Fight? Fall in love? I’ve already written the second story, THE CABIN: same trope, new characters, and I’m hard at work on the third in the series: THE DRIVE. I’m loving these shorter stories. My brain needed a break from the longer stuff.
Meanwhile, I’m still working on SEER, the sequel to SOULMATE. I had to take a break and let the story breathe a bit, but it’s half done. After that, the sequel to QUEEN WOLF is next! WITCH WOLF is going to be a lot of fun to write.
8 november 2017
I can’t believe I haven’t updated my Work-In-Progress page since July. Bad writer. No cookie for me.
The Nullifier, the first book of my brand new series is releasing December 1, 2017! Yay! You know what that means, right? Yup. I’m hard at work on book two of The Criminals: The Fixer. We first met Zero in The Nullifier, where his life took an unexpected dive into violence. Now, Zero’s been a fixer for a long time, and he’s no stranger to making hard choices, but having someone put a hole in his lung tends to make him very, very cranky. Revenge for this trauma is on the top of his list, but when love comes knocking on his door, what is a man supposed to do? Ignore it? Nope. Zero is a guy with many talents. He can multi-task. Spilling blood has never been so romantic…
3 june 2017
DAWN, Stronghold 3, is releasing June 9, 2017!
Right now I’m working on DAY, book four of the Stronghold series.
After that…. who knows? Any suggestions? Is there any trope in particular you’d like to see me write? Gay romance? MF romance? Menage?
gay for you
best friends to lovers
best friend’s sister/brother/child
Boss/PA (including billionaire boss)
straight to gay (soulmate is unexpectedly male)
tough guy (cop, military, jock.)/nerd-geek
mannies: single dad falls for male nanny
forced proximity/trapped together
8 september 2016
GUNPOINT (Sky Hunters) is out!
Right now I’m working on HER DANGEROUS MISTAKE (dragon shifters on Earth/secret/whoa). This story has become a bit longer and more complicated than I intended, but that’s how it goes sometimes. Writing is like dancing with an invisible partner: sometimes you know where you’re headed, and sometimes you don’t.
I have plans to continue the Sky Hunters series. The next novel is tentatively titled FLIGHT, and will feature two new heroes. I’m also going to continue the Stronghold series, as that story holds a special place in my heart. Next up is DAWN, Isaac’s story. I love sci-fi. 🙂
Handy Harry has been accepted by Evernight Publishing! It will be out in September 2015. It’s a humorous short story about a reclusive artist and his unexpectedly sexy handyman. It’s a first time story. It’s a straight-to-gay story. It’s a coming out story. Yup. I crammed every juicy trope I love into this 15,000 word story. 😀 Because I could.
In a week, I’ll be back to working on Bad Oak Boys number 2: Josh and Gerwulf’s story. My tentative title is Alpha Shaman. It’s already outlined and the first scene is written!
Here’s the blurb for Handy Harry:
Reclusive artist Rufus Ward’s house needs repair, but he hates demolition and dust. However, when handyman Harry Hande rings his doorbell, Rufus lets him in—he’s everything the famous painter likes in a man: young, sexy, and somewhat confused about his sexuality. Rufus thought he was done with dating, but Harry is hot enough to push him from loneliness into love.
Harry’s sensible demeanor disguises desperation. His brother is a jerk and he needs to move out, but his fledgling business isn’t quite ready to support him. Rufus is supposed to be just another client, but when they meet, all of Harry’s preconceived notions of attraction are demolished. Lust launches him into the dare of a lifetime. Will letting Rufus draw him nude destroy him, or will his true nature come out?
Sometimes writing comes easy, and sometimes it doesn’t. Today every word is a rock in the way of the mountain ridge I’m hiking toward. Right now, I’m working on the knitting needles story that so amuses me (thanks Lisa O!). I’m very much in love with my characters, but I don’t feel like writing tonight (probably because I pulled something in my lower back and typing is a little uncomfortable). Nevertheless, here’s a snippet for your reading pleasure:
“I’m sorry, but I need a bit more access,” she finally said, straightening up.
He stared at her. “And that means?”
She gestured at the fabric he clutched to his groin. “I need you to move the sheet, please.” She looked steadily at his face, nothing but professional intent in her expression.
He blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment, then sighed when she didn’t look away. “Of course you do. Because it’s Monday and impaling myself on a knitting needle just isn’t unpleasant enough after a full day’s work. I apologize in advance for flashing you.”
She smiled at that. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“You’ve seen someone almost stab themselves in the balls?” He chuckled. “Sure.”
She grinned suddenly. “Oh, I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. Trust me.”
His brain flashed into all the places it shouldn’t go at her words and he cursed himself silently. “Okay, I get it Doc.” He gritted his teeth and moved the drape over a tiny bit, not enough to really show her anything. “Is that enough?”
She gave him a look that clearly said no.
Now that my rockstar romance has been accepted by Evernight, I’ve moved on. I’m writing a new menage and it’s got zombies, a woman named Lark, and some serious angst. This is the very beginning of the book (rough draft version):
“Olivia, they’re coming up the outside walls!” Lark yelled, gripping the bat in her right hand so tightly she couldn’t feel her fingertips anymore. “Shit! Get the hairspray.”
“It’s our last bottle! Forget it, just shut the window,” her best friend and roommate said. “We can’t risk it. My dad is coming—”
“Olivia, I swear to God, get the damn hairspray. We don’t have time to argue about this.” Lark held out a hand, not even looking to make sure Olivia listened. She couldn’t take her eyes off the creatures directly below them. They were hideous: grey faces under scraggly hair, chunks of skin missing. Every time she remembered that they were once human, some of them friends, she wanted to vomit.
Focus, Lark. No time to think of that now! she told herself, swallowing hard. When Olivia slipped the cool bottle of hairspray into her palm, she tucked the bat under her arm and flipped out her lighter in one smooth motion. “Stand back,” she warned, then leaned out the window, lighting the aerosol. A tongue of flame shot down, catching the last bits of ivy still clinging to the brick. It also caught the three zombies clawing their way up. Their bodies flared, heat rising so fast Lark had to duck back inside before she could tell if she’d got them all. She slammed the window shut, hands shaking.
“Are you okay?” Olivia asked.
“Jesus, Olivia. That was close,” Lark replied, slumping down. “Why didn’t you give me the can sooner?”
“My dad is coming,” Olivia insisted again.
Lark didn’t know what that had to do with anything.