Thursday, April 24, 2014

Sweetwater - Coming September 29

Yay! Exciting news! My historical western Sweetwater is now available for pre-order from Riptide




Wyoming Territory, 1870.
Elijah Carter is afflicted. Most of the townsfolk of South Pass City treat him as a simpleton because he’s deaf, but that’s not his only problem. Something in Elijah runs contrary to nature and to God. Something that Elijah desperately tries to keep hidden.
Harlan Crane, owner of the Empire saloon, knows Elijah for what he is—and for all the ungodly things he wants. But Crane isn’t the only one. Grady Mullins desires Elijah too, but unlike Crane, he refuses to push the kid.
When violence shatters Elijah’s world, he is caught between two very different men and two devastating urges: revenge, and despair. In a boomtown teetering on the edge of a bust, Elijah must face what it means to be a man in control of his own destiny, and choose a course that might end his life . . . or truly begin it for the very first time. 

Monday, April 7, 2014

Let the great experiment begin!

You've probably heard this one before. 

So, J. A. Rock and I wrote this thing. 

But it's a new thing. It's not the thing you're thinking of. 

Basically, this is an experimental thing. And by that I mean that it's not a romance. It's MM, but it's not a romance. It may not end the way you expect it to it. But what the hell do I know about your expectations? Maybe it all goes down exactly the way you think it will. 

Anyway, it's a little bit different, and to keep it that way we decided to self-publish it. So as soon as we figure out exactly how to go about that, we'll put this one out. 

In the meantime, this is it: 


Ilia Porter is Chechen mob boss Mikhail Kadyrov’s greatest treasure. After leaving home at eighteen to escape his verbally abusive father, beautiful, selfish Ilia has lived with Mikhail, proud of his ability to bring such a powerful man to his knees to worship. But when Ilia’s father, a police captain, kills Mikhail in a raid, Ilia’s world falls apart.


Entering to pick up the pieces is Mikhail’s younger brother, Nick—impulsive, power-hungry, and dangerous. When Nick tells Ilia he’s taking everything that belonged to Mikhail—including Ilia—Ilia is too lost in grief to fight. Nick takes Ilia prisoner in the apartment Ilia once shared with Mikhail and grooms him for a very important mission: to kill Ilia’s father and avenge Mikhail’s death.

Ilia wants no part in the plot, but being Nick’s ally is preferable to being Nick’s victim, so he begins to warp himself into the monster Nick wants him to be. Hope arrives when Nick takes another captive: Patrick, a shy massage therapist who’s stronger than he seems. Patrick and Ilia must join forces to escape Nick—and to keep each other whole as Nick does everything in his power to break them.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Anything Goes

I write romance.

There, I said it.

There are a lot of people who look down on romance – and on the people who read it and the people who write it – because there’s this weird idea still hanging on that not only is romance “genre fiction”, it’s somehow the lowest kind of genre fiction.

It’s kind of like those people who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humour. Not if you’re doing it right.

The fact that some people look down on romance doesn’t really bother me. Mostly I’m amused, because I think these people imagine that romance is still this:



Look out, Nurse Saxon! That amnesiac patient (I'm guessing) is actually a millionaire rake (I'm also guessing).

The above cover is a very outdated and narrow view of the genre. Because it can actually be this:



Or this: 


Or this: 

Or this: 



Anything goes! 

And that’s the most fun thing about this genre. I can write a spy story, or a funny story, or a horror story, or any story that I want, and as long as it’s still about people making a connection it still counts. You won’t find that kind of latitude in other genres. 


And that’s why I love it. I love reading it, and I love writing it, and screw what anyone else thinks. We’re having fun over here.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Blog Tour - When All the World Sleeps

When All the World Sleeps is finally here! AND THERE ARE PRIZES! 


Join J.A. Rock and I on our blog tour, and you could win stuff: a copy of our last release Mark Cooper versus America, and a $20 gift voucher from Riptide. Psst: you should use that gift voucher to buy When All the World Sleeps. I've heard good things... 




So join J.A. and I at the following places, and leave a comment for your chance to win. 
March 24, 2014 The Jeep Diva
March 24, 2014 Elisa - My Reviews & Ramblings - Spotlight Stop
March 25, 2014 The Blog of Sid Love - Spotlight Stop
March 25, 2014 Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess - Spotlight Stop
March 26, 2014 Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
March 26, 2014 All I Want and More Books
March 27, 2014 Tracy's Place
March 27, 2014 Cup O' Porn - Spotlight Stop
March 28, 2014 Book Reviews & More by Kathy
March 28, 2014 Joyfully Jay
March 28, 2014 The Blogger Girls - Spotlight Stop
March 29, 2014 Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews
March 30, 2014 Prism Book Alliance
March 31, 2014 Slitsread - Spotlight Stop
Please note that all dates are American. Don't get excited like me and think it's sooner than it is! 

You can buy When All the World Sleeps here from Riptide. 

Meanwhile, When All the World Sleeps is the book of the month over at On Top Downunder Reviews. Check it out! 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Books. Babies. Not the same thing.

I don’t subscribe to that whole “my books are my babies” mantra that you see every now and then. I don’t have babies. Lucky, because I’d be in jail if I treated my babies how I treat my books. It’s my understanding that babies have to be fed and washed and clothed and, most importantly, that you can’t just abandon them if they begin to annoy you. So, no. Books and babies are very different things.


I do understand where this sentiment comes from, though. I really do. We work hard on our books. We create them. We are emotionally attached to them.

But they’re still not babies.

Because too often when an author pulls out the “But my book is like my baby!” thing, it's the first stop on the crazy train that is the Meltdown Express. Before you know it you're at "How dare you criticise me just because you're too stupid to understand my genius" Station. 

As though likening a book to a baby is an excuse to have an overwrought reaction to an unfavourable review.

As though someone saying they don’t like your book is like someone harming your child.

Rubbish.

Why not talk to someone who’s had a child, and ask them if that child in any way compares to a book? Better yet, why not talk to someone who’s lost a child and find out what they think of that cutesy little book analogy?

Books are a lot of things. They can inspire you, and educate you, and they can take you to places you never thought you’d get to go. Books are wonderful, and they are more than the sum of their parts. They can be magical.

And yet… they’re still not babies.

Well, maybe this kind of baby:




I hatch them, I wish them well, and then I kick them the hell out of my nest. 

Whatever happens to them out there, they’re tough enough to handle it, and so am I.