Saturday, April 13, 2019

Objects in Space

Davey Macquarie is a strung-out junkie on a decrepit seeding ship somewhere deep in space. 
Daniel Marsden is the dead man hunting him. 
And one of them isn't going to survive this.

For anyone interested in a slightly weird, very experimental, half-the-story-happens-in-the-footnotes kind of thing, I'll be uploading a chapter a week of Object in Space to AO3. You don't need to be a member there to read it, and you can download it to the format of your choice if you wish to. 

You can check it out here:

It's a wholly original work, but I have no interest at this time in publishing it commercially. 

Make of that what you will! 

Friday, December 28, 2018

2018 Roundup - but not really

I mean, I say this is a roundup of 2018, but let's be real, I can't remember what happened last week let alone earlier this year. 

I will say that 2018 was the year I planned to get a lot more writing done--and then didn't. But I also ended the year on a high note by signing a contract with Dreamspinner for Anhaga, an m/m fantasy romance about a guy who gets railroaded into kidnapping a rich man's recalcitrant grandson and delivering him back to his awful family. There is magic, kings and noblemen, an awesome sidekick who might just steal every scene he's in, and a surprising number of mentions of eels. 

Here's the opening scene of Anhaga, which may or may not survive the editing process: 

The dawn limped in like some boot-scraping bastard, slow and lame, and dragging the sunlight behind it like a crippled limb. Min groaned, and rolled over to put his back to the window. 
“You’re lying on my hair,” someone told him. 
Min peeled his eyes open. “Ah,” he said. 
He had a vague recollection of this woman. Vague enough that he remembered sharing a smile and more than one drink with her last night. And sadly vague enough that he doubted he had acquitted himself well. The woman’s arched eyebrows told him as much. 
He shifted back slightly, and let the woman tug her tresses of red hair back to herself.
“Aiode,” she told him, holding out a pale, freckled hand. She kept her other arm clasped across her chest, keeping the blanket from slipping down and revealing what Min was sure was a lovely bosom. “Aiode Nettle. Since I’m sure you don’t remember.” 
The surname surprised him a little. Min wasn’t in the habit of bedding the Gifted, even though with the name Aiode had chosen she was probably ranked no higher than a hedgewitch. Clearly he’d made an exception because Aiode, even with her tangled bed hair and lines on her face from the pillow, was beautiful. 
“Aramin Decourcey,” he said, shaking her hand. 
“That’s quite a mouthful,” she said. 
“I’m more than a mouthful, sweeting.” 
“So you promised last night,” Aiode told him. She raised her eyebrows again. “Sadly, you did not measure up.” 
Min was too hungover to be truly offended. He rolled back over and squinted at the shaft of light stabbing through the sagging shutters and then, figuring that the day was already ruined, sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His soles met the gritty floor. 
The garret room was cheap; its only recommendation. That, and the view over the back alley behind the Footbridge Tavern. Min did most of his work out of the tavern. His work wasn’t exactly reputable, and Min liked to know if it tried to follow him home like a tick-ridden stray. The view of the alley afforded him at least a little forewarning. 
Min blinked around the room. 
Pants. Pants pants pants. 
He wasn’t much of a gentleman, not in any sense of the word, but pants were probably in order. He spotted his breeches in a rumpled heap over by the damned window, and levered himself off the bed to go and fetch them. He picked them up, shook them out, and stepped into them. When he turned back to face Aiode, she had the look on her face of a woman who had very much enjoyed the view but wasn’t going to puff up his pride by mentioning it.  
Please. Min knew his ass was a thing of beauty. 
He smirked at Aiode, and then bent down to pick up his shirt. He tugged it over his head. “Well, I’d invite you to stay and break your fast with me, but…” He gestured around the room. “As you can see, I have neither a kitchen, nor food.” 
“Even if you had both, I’m sure I would decline,” Aiode said, casting a critical gaze at the grimy floor, the spider’s web hanging in a corner of the water-stained ceiling, and the collection of empty bottles that littered the floor. “I’m expected back at the shrine in any case.” 
The closest shrine Min knew of was the Shrine of the Sacred Spring. Aiode was definitely a hedgewitch then. Of all the Gifted, hedgewitches were the least objectionable. Their powers were generally benign, and grounded in nature. They helped to ensure good harvests, and rains, and although most were based in the city they regularly travelled the countryside to offer their service to the kingdom’s farmers. Hedgewitches were generally looked down upon by the rest of the Gifted, which Min felt was a point in their favour. The singlepoint in their favour. 
“Well then,” Min said. 
“Well,” Aiode echoed, narrowing her eyes slightly. 
Min feigned interest in a book Harry had left lying around. Harry and his damn books. The boy was too curious for his own good. Besides, books were expensive. Although Harry had undoubtedly stolen the one Min picked up and leafed through. Min had taught him well. 
Behind him, Min heard the rustle of fabric. He was tempted to turn around and at least give himself a good look at what he’d missed out on last night, but Aiode gave the impression of a woman well versed in testicle kicking, and Min didn’t want to provoke her. Also, she was Gifted. True, a hedgewitch probably couldn’t do much but try to curse him with a few warts here and there, but there was no point in risking it. Not the warts, of course, but exposure. 
Min had a gift of his own as it happened, and he preferred to keep it secret. 
“I shall see myself out,” Aiode announced. 
Min set Harry’s book on the rickety table and turned around again. Aiode was wearing a plain green kirtle over a white smock. How disappointingly modest. 
“I’ll walk with you to the street,” Min offered. “Some of my neighbours, alas, are not at all gentlemanly.” 
Aiode raised her eyebrows. “Do you think me incapable of protecting myself?” 
Min flashed her a smile. “Not at all. In fact, I was relying on you to protect me.” 
Aiode laughed, the sound genuine and boisterous, and, for the first time since he’d fumbled into wakefulness, Min realized why he’d invited her back to his bed the night before. He’d always fallen hardest for women who didn’t put up with any bullshit. And Aiode’s bullshit detector, Min guessed, was as finely tuned as his own. 
Clearly he needed to never see her again. 

Anhaga will be out from Dreamspinner in the third quarter of 2019! 

And as we close out 2018, I hope that 2019 brings you and your families everything you've been hoping for. 

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Coming Soon - Lights and Sirens

Lights and Sirens, the second in my Emergency Services series that began with Two Man Station, is out on September 13. 

Paramedic Hayden Kinsella is single and the life of the party. He likes driving fast and saving lives, and he doesn’t do relationships—he does hookups. Except he wouldn’t hook up with copper Matt Deakin if he were the last guy on the planet. Hayden thinks the feeling is mutual . . . until clearing the air leads to a drunken one-night stand, which leads to something neither of them was expecting: a genuine connection.

Police officer Matt Deakin moved to Townsville to take care of his elderly grandfather. In between keeping an eye on Grandad, renovating his house, and the demands of his job, he somehow finds himself in a tentative relationship with Hayden and very slowly gets to know the damaged guy beneath the happy-go-lucky persona.

But the stressors of shift work, fatigue, and constant exposure to trauma threaten to tear Hayden and Matt apart before they’ve even found their footing together. In the high-pressure lives of emergency services workers, it turns out it’s not the getting together part that’s hard, it’s the staying together.

You can pre-order Lights and Sirens by following the universal book link and selecting your store of choice:

And you can follow the blog tour here (for the chance to win an Amazon gift card and a box of goodies!) at the following stops: 

Joyfully Jay
Gay Book Reviews
Love Bytes Reviews
Boy Meets Boy Reviews
MM Good Book Reviews
Bayou Book Junkie
The Novel Approach

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Tribute is now back out!

It's been a hectic few months, culminating in the closure of Loose Id, but I hope now that I can concentrate on the books I still have to write, rather than on republishing! I've learned a lot in the process--mostly about how computer illiterate I am, but if I'm honest, I already knew that... 

But the good news is, Tribute (my earliest, and arguably smuttiest book!) is now back out in ebook format at all major resellers, and the paperback version should go live on Amazon any day now! 

And a huge thanks to J.A. Rock, who designed the new cover for me! I love it! (And her, naturally!) 

When the fearsome warlord Brasius chooses Kynon as his tribute, Kynon tells himself it’s the price of peace, and that he can endure anything. If his slavery will save his father’s kingdom, then he will be a slave and submit to every indignity the warlord and the senate of Segasa require of him. He can live with the shame; it’s the mind-blowing pleasure that frightens him.

But the warlord wants more than a tribute who will respond eagerly to whips and bondage. The warlord might just want the man underneath: the prince, the soldier and the tribute, if Kynon can figure out who that is. On an enforced journey of self-discovery, Kynon learns that being the warlord’s tribute isn’t just about submission. And, to be the tribute that Brasius wants him to be, Kynon will have to defy all the traditions of Segasa and risk the wrath of the senate that really holds his chains.

Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: strong BDSM theme and elements, dubious consent, violence. Readers with a history of rape or sexual abuse may find elements of this story disturbing.

Monday, May 21, 2018

Back out now: The Boy Series, and the Dark Space Series

It's been a hectic kind of few months, but I'm happy to announce at last that the following books are all back up for sale at your preferred vendors: 

The Good Boy

The Boy Who Belonged

Please note that the short story tie-in The Naughty Boy, will be available as part of The Boy Who Belonged! 

And a huge shoutout here to L.C. Chase, who gave us such amazing new covers for this series! 

Dark Space

Darker Space

And for anyone who was waiting on a paperback edition of Darker Space, as soon as the proof arrives and I can check I didn't screw it up, a paperback will be available through Amazon! 

And all my gratitude to Bree Archer, who took the old covers and edited them so I was able to re-use them. I'm delighted I didn't have to ditch cover Brady as part of the process of republishing!