But it's not all sand and sunshine. In many ways, the tone of The Island is darker than Tribute, but I hope that you will fall a little bit in love with my two guys -- one, who tells himself he's there for the money and everything else is none of his business; and the other, who knows from experience that the most painful thing in the world is hope.
Here is the blurb:
Shaw is in Fiji to sell a stolen painting to a crime boss. It will be the deal of a lifetime, if he can pull it off. He isn’t expecting Vornis to parade his latest toy around in front of him - a captured DEA agent whose time is running out. It’s none of Shaw’s business, and it doesn’t matter that under any other circumstances Lee would be exactly Shaw’s type: he’s young, he’s hot, and he might even have a personality if they hadn’t beaten it out of him. Too bad there’s no way Lee is getting off the island. Too bad there’s nothing Shaw can do for him. And too bad there are some lines that even Shaw won’t cross -- keeping his hands off Lee proves harder than he thinks, but Shaw’s not stupid enough to fall for the tortured captive of a dangerous crime boss. If he does, it won’t be just his job he'll be risking -- it will be his life.
When I was a young girl, probably about ten or eleven, I was on a train going through the rainforest to Kuranda, in tropical North Queensland. The journey was wonderful and magical, and I was spellbound.
There were two young men in the same carriage. I was eleven -- young enough to imagine they were fairytale princes, and old enough to feel awkwardly shy because they were so good looking and I had braces and puppy fat. And then -- I remember it just as the train passed the waterfall -- those two young men kissed. One of the other passengers swore and left the carriage.
I asked my mother later what was wrong with what those boys had done.
"Nothing," she told me. "Loving someone else isn't wrong."
And how could it be? We were in an enchanted forest, they were handsome fairytale princes, and I was the plain little girl who had glimpsed something magical.
If I grew up to write m/m erotica, maybe I can trace it all back to those boys on the train. When I was eleven they were beautiful. Now they would be hot. But underneath all of that there has to be a love story. There always is, otherwise it isn't magic.
I'm delighted to share that Tribute has received a five-star review at The Romance Reviews. It's always wonderful to receive a good review. The reviewer said that Tribute kept her "happily humming", a phrase that made me laugh! And that's exactly what I wanted this book to do -- to keep all of my readers happily humming along!
You can read the review of Tributehere at The Romance Reviews.
I am lucky enough to live on the Queensland coast, and to have travelled extensively throughout the South Pacific. When I needed a beautiful tropical setting for my current project, I looked no further than Fiji. And when I needed something for a character to collect off the beach, I thought immediately of sand dollars. They are both plentiful, and beautiful.
Sand dollars are related to sea urchins and star fish. The beautiful flower-like pattern on the shell is actually their skeleton. When they die they are washed up onto beaches and are bleached by the sun. It seems miraculous to me that nature has produced something so geometrically perfect - although of course nature does this all the time! Sand dollars are lovely, fragile, and remind me of all the time I have spent in the beautiful South Pacific.
The difficulty in so many great free blog designs available, is that I don't know which one to choose! I've settled on these lovely roses for now, but I will very probably change my mind in a few weeks.
In exciting news, I am about to start working with my lovely editor on my next book. I'll let you know the details soon. It's difficult to explain -- in some ways it has a darker psychological tone than Tribute, but the sexual relationship is more vanilla. It also has a modern setting this time. It's m/m again. I do love m/m pairings!