Thursday, April 16, 2020


After over six months of lies and bullshit, Dreamspinner has finally paid me what I am owed. Well, presuming their sales figures weren't as much a lie as every other damn thing, but I guess I'll never know, will I? 
And, to make it perfectly clear, just because they have paid me in no way excuses the fact that they stole from me--and countless other authors (most of whom still haven't been paid)--to begin with. 
For the absolute biscuits out there (and I am referring to authors, not readers) who are still living in denial: royalty money is meant to remain in escrow. It is NOT the publisher's money to use for other purposes. It is the authors' money. The fact is, Dreamspinner was paid money by retailers, and that money somehow went missing when it came time to pay it to authors. This is theft. 
Dreamspinner has lied repeatedly. Dreamspinner tried to blame a third party, Tipalti, for the fact our royalties hadn't gone into our accounts. Elizabeth North stated in an email to me that "There are parts of what I do that I don't have control over once I initiate the action. I stated that payments would be sent through Tipalti by 1/10 and they were." What she failed to mention, of course, was that the reason the payments didn't go through was because there were no funds in the account. You can check my Twitter for receipts on that from Tipalti. 
Anne Regan stated to me that "We have paid authors over $13.3 million dollars in royalties over the last decade. All of that income has been properly accounted for and paid out. We hit a crisis in 2019 that we are doing the best to correct." She further stated that royalty money was held in an escrow account. 
It's not a crisis when someone raids the escrow account, Anne, it's theft. 
Also, I don't care if you were a fantastic publisher for a decade. That's irrelevant. That's like saying "Well, my wife and I have been married for twelve years, but I've only been beating her for two." What do you want, congratulations? 
During this whole mess of a journey, I've been called a greedy child by a DSP author for having the audacity to want the money that was stolen from me, as though it just vanished due to some bizarre fluke of fate. Could have happened to anyone, right? Well, no. 
I've worked with publishers before that have closed because they could no longer see a way forward. And guess what? Royalty money was still paid when the business was wound up, because nobody had taken the money from the escrow account. 
If you are an author, do not sign with Dreamspinner. Hundreds of their authors are still awaiting payment. Elizabeth North stated that payment plans would be sent out by the restructuring firm Berger Singerman, and that they hoped to contact the majority of authors by March 15. I am in contact with 160+ DSP authors. That's about 10% of the total number of authors, which should be a decent sample size, right? Guess how many have been contacted about a payment plan? If you guessed zero, you would be correct. In fact, the only authors I know who have been contacted by Berger Singerman are those who have hired their own lawyers. 
These are just some of the lies of the past 6 months. There have been many, many more. 
My opinion as an author: Dreamspinner can go fuck itself. 
My opinion as a reader: I will never buy a DSP book, however good it looks, because I have no way of knowing if the author is getting paid. 
And it's not just the authors who haven't been paid. It's also editors, translators, cover artists and more. 
Oh, and if DSP thought that paying me would shut me up, it looks like they were wrong.

Before I go, here's another easily provable lie from Elizabeth North and Dreamspinner: 
That never fucking happened for the vast majority of authors, many of whom haven't received a payment in six months.

Friday, April 3, 2020

Mustard Seeds and Anzac Biscuits

To celebrate the release of The Parable of the Mustard Seed, I thought it’d be a good time to share the recipe for Anzac Day biscuits, which John’s mum makes in the book. If you’ve never tried Anzac biscuits, they’re very simple and easy to make, and, when properly stored, they last for ages. 
For any US readers who want to give it a try: please note the temperatures here are in Celsius, so you’ll need to convert. 

110 g (1 cup) rolled oats
150 g 1 cup) plain flour
120 g (2/3 cup) brown sugar
70 g (2/3 cup) desiccated coconut
125 g butter
2 tbs golden syrup see recipe notes
1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda 
Preheat oven to 160 degrees celsius (fan-forced). Grease and line three flat baking trays with baking paper.
Combine the rolled oats, flour, brown sugar and coconut in a bowl.
Place butter, golden syrup and 2 tablespoons cold water into a microwave-safe bowl and heat for 3 minutes, 50% power or until melted. (Or do it on a stove top.) 
Stir through the bicarbonate of soda.
Pour the butter mixture over the oat mixture and stir to combine.
Roll level tablespoons of mixture into balls.
Place on trays, 5cm apart and flatten slightly.
For chewy ANZACS, bake for 10 to 12 minutes or until light golden. For crunchy ANZACS, increase cooking time to 12-15 minutes.
Leave on the baking trays for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely.

The Parable of the Mustard Seed is out now from Amazon and is available in KU
The past never stays buried forever. 

John Faimu is an Australian-Samoan police officer who deals with hurt kids every day. He loves what he does, but he’s tired of the grind of shift work, and of trying to find a balance between his job, his family, and the young man who straddles the increasingly blurry line between both. 

Caleb Fletcher was the teenager John saved from a cult eight long years ago, and he’s now the young man John wants in ways that neither of them should risk. 

Eight years after his rescue, Caleb is still struggling with PTSD and self-harm. John has always been his rock, but now Caleb wants more. Can he convince John to cross a line and love him the way they both crave? And when the monsters from Caleb’s past come back seeking to silence him for good, will John’s love be enough to save him? 

The Parable of the Mustard Seed is an mm gay romance featuring hurt/comfort, first times, found family, and angst with a happy ending.