Wednesday, December 28, 2016

New Release: Prior Affair

Hello again, my lovelies! Another frabjous day, and another book! Come on back to Pryor, Washington with Prior Affair.

Old town, new flames

Garrett Bridge can see the future. Not when it’s convenient for him, of course, but when its important. So when he sees a man getting out of a car, he can’t help but wonder why he needed that information. But when he does, it starts a whirlwind romance full of fun. And full of a lot of nearly avoided disasters.

Smith Meyers has always been intrigued by problems, puzzles, and mysteries. When a young man saves him in the street one day, it’s the beginning of a new enigma for him to try and unravel. Wrapped up in that enigma is a whole mess of lust and other emotions to cloud his inquisitive mind. Which side of him will prevail?

Thursday, December 15, 2016

New Release: Prior Commitment

Hello, my darlings!

The time is finally here! A new book to warm your cockles—or perhaps other parts of your body, too—for this cold, cold holiday season (Seriously. It’s supposed to be -8 this week. -8!).

This is Prior Commitment!

Old town, new flames.

Casey Bridge knows what people are thinking, whether he wants to or not. When he returns to Pryor, Washington, he’s roped into helping with the town’s annual Christmas Carnival—as though they didn’t shun him and his entire family for years. But when he hears something worrying in a stranger’s thoughts, he can’t keep himself from jumping in to help--repeatedly.

Noel’s life is falling apart, and his last possible refuge is in little old Pryor, Washington. When that fails him, he spirals down into depression… and luckily lands in the arms of a local psychic. A very attractive local psychic with a very strong saving-people-streak. Will that be enough to save him or will they be waylaid by a prior commitment?

Friday, December 2, 2016

Death of a Publisher

Hello, darlings! I’ve finally come up for air after finishing quite a number of projects (You’ll see the first one swing through in a couple weeks.), and the world seems to have exploded around me as I was working. Or at least the local publishing world. I’m seeing publishing houses die around me. Again.

I though, both as something of potential interest to readers and potential help for authors, I would talk about my experiences. I won’t be naming any names for a lot of reasons, but we’ll just call the two houses in this article Publisher A and Publisher B, in order of when they sort of collapsed. This is a look at the similarities and differences, the warning signs, and what this could mean for you as a reader waiting for Author X’s books (Hopefully I’m Author X, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.).

So, Publisher A: I worked with them several times before submitting a book. And as luck would have it, the problems started in the middle of production on that book. We got told that they were closing down to outside submissions, which I’ll tell you right now is a pretty nasty warning sign. No outside subs means no new money coming in, so if they’ve made that decision… yikes. It went downhill from there. When I subbed, they were a good house doing god things for their authors. After the book came out? Well, they weren’t so lovely anymore. I’ve been paid once, and it wasn’t nearly what I was expecting. Publisher A just didn’t bring much to the table, all said and done, and I really don’t think they’ll last much longer, which is unfortunate.

Now let’s get to Publisher B. This is a lot messier. I also had written for them for quite a while. They were a well-regarded house and I was very excited to publish with them. But eventually, we started to hear some rumblings. Just some rumors that got passed around with different authors. Payments not on time, some people not getting in touch with the editors anymore. But it didn’t seem widespread. Could just be a fluke.

It wasn’t a fluke. More and more people weren’t getting paid, more emails were going unanswered. Payments and statements were getting later and later if they came at all. Finally, we got word that someone in the company was brought in on legal charges for a bounced check and things really started after that. We were told that money was really tight. Which is code for you’re not getting paid, if you’re an author and hear that. They started handing rights back left and right… until they didn’t. The excuses started pretty soon after things started going downhill, and that’s something I heard at both Publisher A and Publisher B. Every email was accompanied by at least six excuses, it seemed. Migraines, surgery, heart attack, dead pet, family troubles, moving. But this is our top priority.

Of course it wasn’t. Now, Publisher A I’m still on good terms with. I like the people who run it. Heck, if they can get back on their feet then I might even consider writing for them again.

Publisher B lost me on them. They did such awful things, and not just to the authors. Editors were going unpaid, cover artists were going unpaid, and they started taking the royalty money from authors and using it to pay their freelance workers. Not pay them enough, but pay them something to keep them from cutting and running. Which really didn’t work. The editors and such, bless them, left when they found out it was author money going to pay them. That wasn’t okay with them at all.

Mix all that in with threats of libel and a complete cut off of communication (People are having to send certified, insure letters, and even those don’t seem to be getting to them.), and Publisher A is basically not keeping anyone. Period. Those who stay… well, I guess I admire their loyalty? I cut and run as soon as they offered me the chance. I tried to help them, sure. Give them advice on what to do. None of which was followed, but I tried.

It’s unfortunate for authors, but it also sucks for readers. Readers aren’t able to support their authors, because the money from these books isn’t going to them. And if they get taken down, readers can’t read them at all until the authors republish them.

I just wanted to touch on what happens when publishers die. There are things you’ll see in almost every case, and you can just hope they go down with grace and the band still playing. Unlike Publisher B seems to be doing.


Monday, November 14, 2016

New Release: Going All In by Kristine Cayne

Life has been tough on Harry Cooper. Rejected by his best friend, abandoned by his family, Harry spurns relationships, settling instead for backroom hookups and one-night stands. Out and proud, he scrapes by selling drinks in gold lamé trunks while struggling to make a name for himself as a musician. Desperate for a change, he and his roommate take a trip to Vegas, where Harry finds himself getting more than he’d bet on.
Fragrance chemist Ashton Montgomery is the man behind the Ashton George line of perfumes and colognes. He is also a gay man hiding behind the façade of one of New York City’s most eligible straight bachelors. After a failed paternity suit against him, he sneaks off to Vegas to celebrate his freedom. But is he really free, or is he locked into the future his parents have mapped out for him—CEO to the family business and married to a society woman of their choosing?

A chance meeting at a rock concert in Sin City catapults Harry and Ashton into an adventure where each man comes head to head with what he fears most. Can they learn to trust each other as a couple, or is undeniable lust all they have? When all the cards are on the table, they each must decide whether to fold or go all in.

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Harry Cooper burst through the door of his room at the Hard Rock Hotel. It closed behind him with a dramatic clang. “Girl, you will not believe—”

Spotting his best friend Melissa Kincaid half-asleep in a pile of pillows on the massive bed they’d had to share to get the special “Getaway to Vegas” deal, he gasped and slapped her boxer-clad ass. “Seriously? We’re in Sin City, and all you can do is sleep?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, rubbing her butt cheek as she sat up. “Did you get tickets to something good?”

“Yes.” He sucked in a deep breath. “You won’t fucking believe—oh my God.” He waved a hand in front of his face.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Please tell me this isn’t another Madonna drag-show revival thing. I had enough of that last year.”

Harry scowled indignantly. That show in Portland had been a blast. But no. “This is a million times better.”

“Better than Madonna? Well, in that case…” She rolled her hand in a go-on motion.

Harry sighed. Melissa just wasn’t in the spirit of their holiday. Her boyfriend of two years had broken up with her right after Christmas, announcing that he was going to London to complete his Ph.D. She’d begged him to continue their relationship long distance, but he’d been adamant. This was going to be a new chapter in his life, and one he’d be writing alone. Yeah. Dick, much?

But that was exactly why they’d left soggy Seattle to come to Vegas. To soak up the sun and the booze and forget about the fact that Valentine’s Day had just passed, and they were both hopelessly single.

“Come on, sweetie,” he coaxed. “Try to guess.”

“Okay, okay.” She shifted around on the bed, adjusting her T-shirt, which had slipped off her shoulder. She was just so cute with her big green eyes and auburn, shoulder-length curls. If he weren’t gay, she’d be the girl for him.

She tapped a long nail against her chin. “Celine?”

Barely able to keep from blurting out his secret, he pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head.

“Cirque du Soleil?”

“No, but that would have been awesome.”

“Hmm.” She shoved off the bed and pushed aside the curtain, probably so she could see the show billboards out on the strip. Cheater.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide and hopeful. “Phantom? I’ve always wanted to see that.”

He laughed. “You know Gerard Butler isn’t in the play, right?”

“I can pretend.” She shot him a sassy smile.

“This is better anyway.”

“Nothing is better than Gerry as the Phantom.”

He sashayed across the room and got in her face, grinning like a loon. “This is way better. Guess again.”

Her gaze returned to the strip. When she spotted the sign, he heard the hitch in her breath. She whipped around and grabbed his shoulders. “The Red Hot Chili Peppers?”


He said it much louder than he’d intended. Okay, he’d shouted, but could you blame him? They were going to see the freaking Red Hot Chili Peppers, and he’d get to hear Flea, the best bassist in the world, live!

“Oh my God. Are you serious? Those tickets have to cost more than our whole trip.”

He shot her a wink. “I may have done some wheeling and dealing with the concierge.”

Her eyes swept over him and narrowed. “Please tell me no sexual favors were exchanged in this transaction.”

Shooting out his hip, he slapped a hand to his chest. “Moi? I’ll have you know, Miss Melissa, I do have other talents.”

Waving her hands in front of her face, she ducked her head. “I really, really don’t want to know.”


Kristine Cayne's books have won numerous awards and acclaim. Her first book, Deadly Obsession, was an RT Book Reviews Top Pick and won Best Romance in the 2012 eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards. Her second book, Deadly Addiction, won two awards at the 2014 eFestival of Words and 1st place in the INDIE Awards, Romantic Suspense Category (a division of Chanticleer Book Reviews Blue Ribbon Writing Contests).

Her book Under His Command won Best BDSM Romance at the 2012 Sizzling Awards and was a finalist in the 2013 eFestival of Words and 2013 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) Awards, and her book Everything Bared was a finalist in the Erotic category of the I Heart Indie awards.

Going All In is Kristine’s second gay romance.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

My Writing Story

I hear this question a lot from readers, established authors, aspiring writers – people seem to want to know where authors they like got their start, what the process was. So, I thought I’d share it here. It isn’t the most boring story ever-written, but I won’t say that it’s as thrilling as American Horror Story or anything like that (I’ve finally been watching to get all caught up – so far Coven is by far the best.).

This is something I have spoken about before, but you might not have heard it. I started in high school. I know that seems a little cliché, but I was essentially publishing erotica in high school, all on my own. I would write, edit, format, and print it out, and then distribute it. And I earned myself a fair reputation for it, as well. Guys who weren’t out yet would wait until they saw me going off on my own for the bathroom or whatnot and ask me if I had “any more stories.” The ones who were out didn’t wait for me to be alone, of course. It was a minor, underground sort of fame, but I was the only one daring to do this thing, and the stories spread all around. I think there are still some out there that I haven’t ever gotten back.

After that, I went dormant for a good bit. I started writing and publishing science fiction/fantasy as Voss Foster, but I eventually started back into the erotica writing. It started, well before newsletters were dominating the author marketing scene the way they are now, with me sending my stories out to people for free via email (This is the reason everything attached to my author self is de Hart’s List.). Eventually, I moved into writing short stories for various anthologies. I can’t remember for sure what the order on these are, so bear with me on that, but I’m pretty sure the first one I got into was Roboterotica from the now defunct Pill Hill Press. Several others followed. Geek Lust, 12 Days of Kinkmas, Pay for Play, Beach Bums, Blood in the Rain. I was reliably publishing short stories that I sent out.

And at that point, I tried my hand at something longer. Now, even though Wild Ride ended up picked up by a house… well, it’s crap. It’s an awful book, and I’ll admit that openly. But I got better. I wrote Street Magic, which got picked up by Storm Moon, and I wrote Silverfall and started the Hearts of Madijak series. Which is where I am today, as I sit here writing this. I’m a Loose Id author and nearly done with the first draft of Hearts of Madijak Book Two (Heart of Absolution). I have submissions with most of the major M/M houses as we speak.

That’s my authorial story, in a four-hundred-ish word nutshell. I hope it wasn’t too dull for you. If so, I apologize and will provide sexy-ass men at a later date to compensate.


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Reboot and Update!

Hello, my lovelies! It’s been a bit of a busy, harrowing time for me lately, which is why I haven’t been around posting. I’ve been traveling to different conventions and workshops across the state, trying to wrap up this three book series for my publishing house, and dealing with some personal tragedies that came up unexpectedly, as they tend to do.

But the books are finished and under contract, so keep your eyes out for some new ones around December. Small town paranormal romances set in Eastern Washington, if you’re interested. I’ll also be writing a short story or two for some intriguing calls (Don’t want to say a lot about it, but if you’re interested in pot smoking… well, I’m aiming up your alley.).

But more than anything, I just wanted to pop in and let you all know that I’m still around and working and all that good stuff. I’ll be back a lot sooner than I have been in the past.


Monday, August 15, 2016

5 Tips for Writers (That are Hopefully not Entirely Cliche)

Now, I try not to post a lot about the actual writing process on here. It’ll probably bore most readers to tears, and it’s a bit like Toto drawing back the curtain – you find out that I’m really an old con artist from Kansas, and I write all my books by turning cranks and shouting into a microphone.

All right, maybe I took that simile a bit too far.

But I wanted to give a little nod, because I’ve been doing a lot more of my own writing lately (I’m sticking to my schedule, damn it.), which means a lot more editing. But I’m also part of a critique group, and I’ve been offering a helping hand to some other authors who are just getting into the game (And learning it’s heavily stacked in favor of the house, in some cases.). It means a lot of closely examining writing in various stages of publication and readiness and all that. Authors who have written and published books, but are just venturing into the M/M world. Authors who are working through their first book, still, but want someone to take a look at short stories. Authors who signed with a New York house or Amazon Publishing or who write for Chicken Soup and Woman’s World.

Now, I’m not Nora Roberts. I’m not Rhys Ford. I’m not any kind of household name, or a name shared between fans (At least I don’t think so. Maybe I am. A girl can dream.). But I have been at this whole thing for a while, and I want to share some insights I’ve got for the beginning author. They’re not in any order of importance. They’re all things to consider, and things that I think are often forgotten or underplayed in “How to Write” tips.

1. It’s your book. No one else can tell you what works in it, and that’s absolutely correct. It’s art. But make sure you consider what people say is a problem with it. Really think about it, because the hardest ones to change are going to be the ones where you know they’re right, but you maybe tried to fudge it past them because you didn’t want to do the work.

2. Finish your book. Don’t let anyone see it until it’s the best you can possibly make it. Your first draft is not the best it can be, in case that needed clarification. Don’t give a publisher anything you’re not 95% confident in (100% doesn’t really happen. Sorry.). Never never never. And don’t waste a beta reader’s time by leaving in things you know need fixing. They have to mark it, and often times, they’ll not be able to get into something else they may have found that could use some fixing.

3. Write. This isn’t something that’s forgotten, but I think it’s often skimmed over, because everyone knows it. But I’m going to lay this one out clearly for any authors wondering what they need to do, or what’s so hard, or why it’s not working. A lot of the time, it’s not fun. It’s not, like, scraping roadkill off the pavement (Which is a very important job. I’m not making light of it. But it’s not fun.), but writing is work. At least it is if you’re going to make any real headway. People who do this professionally aren’t writing when the muse speaks to them, or waiting for flashes of creativity. They are putting their asses down in a chair, putting their fingers on keys, and staring at that vile, nasty blank page while they write what they’re convinced is utter crap. And sometimes it is, but writers write anyway, because that’s what turns the lights on in the morning. All that ink money.

4. Don’t wait for someone to give you permission. Don’t wait until retirement. Don’t wait for anything, because if you’re capable of waiting, then you probably aren’t cut out for it. Sorry to say it, but that’s the truth. When you’ve been at it a while, yeah, you’re probably going to procrastinate (For instance, I apparently write blogs posts when I’m putting off working on my books.), but when it’s still exciting to you, you shouldn’t be able to stop. Otherwise, you don’t really have the momentum you’ll need to carry you forward through the slog. And that’s going to be the worst of it, when it comes around. Trust me.

5. Don’t listen to anyone else. That includes me, with everything I outlined. These are guidelines I’ve seen that work for most people, and prove true 93% of the time (That’s a bullshit statistic, but I’d imagine it’s somewhere around there.). Maybe when you retire, you’ll finally write a brilliant book and it will take off. Maybe you have a way to make a viable career out of writing every three weeks when the mood strikes you. Maybe I’m talking out my ass about everything. That actually sounds like the most likely option of them all.

I hope this helps, even if I did sort of negate it at the end. Take what speaks to you, honestly consider it all, and see if it helps you out.

It’s all right, I’ll talk about sex and books again next time around. But this was rattling in the old skull.


Wednesday, July 27, 2016

State of the Bird

(The bird would be me. Raven. I made a pun.)

Hello once again, my lovelies. I feel like I’ve been a bit neglectful lately. I’ve been perhaps a bit obsessed with checking the numbers on my latest book. But they’re good numbers.

For the time being, I figure it’s a good time to just catch up with all of you. So… how are you? Is everything wonderful? Have you had any good wine lately (Personally, I found a Beaujolais at my local Safeway a couple months back for about 13 dollars, so my wine friends and I were thoroughly overjoyed.)? Any good sex? I’ve been out of the loop – fill me back in, darlings!

As for the state of authorial things? Things are surprisingly good, to be quite honest with all of you. The launch for Heart of a Pirate was incredible, and sales are still coming in. I made the choice to put it in Kindle Unlimited, so it’s also available for subscribers to borrow, and I’ve been getting a steady flow of page reads on it since then.

After I get done writing this post and doing a few other silly bureaucratic things, I’m going to start the initial draft of Hearts of Madijak Book Two, which is Kelt’s story. I worked up the outline and character bios a couple days ago, and those are printed off and waiting. I think this one’s going to be really good. I mean, I’m not entirely impartial, but this storyline excites me. I tend to write a lot of political intrigue as The Other Me, and this is skirting close to that. Worlds colliding and all that. At the very least, I’m looking forward to writing this book quite a lot more than I expected.

Other projects? Well, there’s nothing set in stone at all right now, but in the spirit of an open exchange between us, I have a book sitting with Loose Id. My editor passed it on to the editor in chief, and once she reviews it, I’ll find out whether they’d like to make an offer on it. It’s the first in a series of small-town paranormal romances. Five books, with the potential for more. If it turns out Loose Id isn’t interested, then I’ll make sure to keep you all abreast of how things are playing out.

Beyond that, I have a yearly schedule laid out. It’s looking at about 9-10 books per year, in various stages of completion. Between now and June 2017, I’ve got nine on the docket, and five of them are set to be for this name. The other four are for The Other Me, including the one I just finished up.

As for life? Well, it’s been a bit rocky. I’ve got a dog battling cancer, and another one who had a tumor removed (That one was benign, thankfully.). I’ve also been walking a dear friend of mine through a pretty rough round of depression. But I’ve cooked some amazing food, done some work on websites, and have generally been expanding myself as a person. Or at least attempting to. I’m planning to get myself fluent in German again, as well. That should make me extra cuddly, right?

And I think that’s all there is to say, my darlings! I hope you have an amazing day, and an amazing year. And if you haven’t subscribed to my new Newsletter yet, there’s a link at the top of the blog. Give it a peek.


Monday, June 13, 2016

Update: A Book is Coming!

Things are happening, darlings! I know I tend to say that a lot, but I’ve actually got the wine bottle open this time.

All right, I always have the wine bottle open, too. But things are happening. I’m working on a book! Working on getting it ready for publication this time. Now, you’ve seen the cover before, but I’ll post it here again.

Lovely, isn’t he? The release date will be this month, my lovelies, and I think it’s going to be well worth all the hype and waiting I’ve put you through.

When can you snatch yourself up a copy of Heart of a Pirate? Well, I hate making commitments (If you make them, you can break them.), but I’m looking at publication on June 28th. You’ll get my sexy little pirate, his sexy little farmhand, and your introduction to the world of Madijak.

I figure I can talk about that for a second, at least. Heart of a Pirate is the start of my secondary world/romance crossover. I’ve attempted to poke at something like this before, with Wild Ride, but I’d like to think this is an improvement. I’ve dug a lot deeper into the world and into the characters than I did with that book. That’s not to say Wild Ride is bad. But Heart of a Pirate has a lot more time behind it, and a lot more experience to bring to bear. I’ve been doing this more, and I think it shows through in this book.

Plus this book is… a bit bigger. Or a lot bigger. There’s more of an experience that we can share on those pages. More than anything I’ve put out to date. It’s almost twice as long as Silverfall, which was an admittedly short book. And it’s about quadruple what Wild Ride is.

Why did I want to write something that’s a bit… strange? Because I love fantasy and science fiction… if you couldn’t tell. But there’s actually something specific that I can link this particular project to. It’s Catherynne Valente. If you haven’t read her work, I highly recommend it, The Orpahn’s Tales in particular. What she does with her world in those books got my brain doing somersaults. I tire of the same, Middle Ages Anglo-Saxon fantasy worlds we see time and again. The Orphan’s Tales was perfect to satiate that craving. She tossed the norms out the window. She wanted to tell stories about manticores and falling stars and shahs and cities of amber. And she didn’t tell herself no. She didn’t let the world censor that. She went straight for it and delivered in a very big way.

It told me that I needed to go for it, that I needed to have the fortitude to put fingers to the keys and write the books that I wanted to read. And these were them.

I say these not because there’s more than one book, but because there will be. One of the beautiful things about independent publishing and e-publishing is the opportunity to do big series. Before this all hit and became viable, a massive series was incredibly rare, and when they did happen, it was almost always multiple authors. I’m talking about thirty, forty books. That’s what we’re looking at with these. I have, at this point, thirty-eight books in the Hearts of Madijak series planned out, in one sense or another. Some of them are more fleshed out than others, but they’re all at least conceived of. So… you know, a few books. Nothing overly ambitious, right?

And before we get there, yes, these are going to come out faster than the first one. I don’t plan on living another three hundred years to finish out the series. Heart of a Pirate was also a learning experience, figuring out how to balance the two plotlines (Romance and political intrigue, if you’re curious.), how to write something that bloody long. The others will come a lot more easily, now that I’ve made it through to the end. I can see a finished product and go “Okay, this is how things are supposed to work. This is how I want the series to feel.”

And… that’s that for now. Keep a look out for more updates, and for the release of the book at the end of the month, darlings!


Saturday, May 7, 2016

It's Never Been About Bathrooms

Yep. I’m going to talk about it. Run for the hills while you have the chance, darlings. I wouldn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire.

Or grab some popcorn. I keep it next to the wine. Riesling, specifically, because it pairs so nicely.

If you are in any internet circles with any connection to the United States, you’ve heard about the “Transgender Bathroom Laws,” I’m sure. Maybe you’re one of the unfortunate people living in North Carolina. Or maybe you actually agree with the law. If that’s the case, I’m going to warn you now: this probably isn’t the blog you want to frequent. Flee now while you still have the chance.

All right. Ready to go? Have your snacks? Then let’s begin.

This isn’t about bathrooms. Like, okay, most people have hopefully figured that out. The pretense of this issue being about bathrooms/changing rooms/etc. is completely inane. It’s always been a big no-no for people to use a bathroom designated for the opposite gender. Like, always. Well before this law. We can discuss the gendered v. gender-neutral bathroom issue another day. For the time being, the majority of US locations have gendered bathrooms and the like. Male and female. So we’ll look at the problem through that lens.

And through that lens, just like it’s been strongly frowned upon to use the bathroom designated to another gender… trans people have been using the bathrooms aligned with their gender for a long-ass time. But it’s suddenly an issue because…

There’s the issue. There was no catalyst. The Supreme Court ruled in favor of same-sex marriage. People whined and bitched and pissed and moaned about that, and surprisingly enough, they didn’t change their decision back. And eventually people realized they weren’t going to. The trans community seemed like a good target.

Because in reality, that’s what it’s about. It’s not about the bathroom. It’s about targeting trans people. As though there aren’t enough issues facing them. There are still numbers states in the USA where trans people have no protections against discrimination. Whether that be from employers, landlords, whoever. No protections. And in the states where they do have something legal on their side, they experience higher rates of police harassment. That’s when they do, in fact, go to the police. Almost 50% of trans people in this country don’t even feel comfortable turning to the police.

And let’s not even touch on the end result we see from all this (and much, much more) unpleasantness. Actually, I lied. Let’s touch on it right here: suicide rates among trans people are about 2500% higher than the national average. Not 250%. Not 25 times higher. Try 250 times higher than the average. And that’s totally just a coincidence, right?

Okay. Okay. I know this is way outside what I would normally post. No sexy young men or naughty stories or anything of the sort. But I feel like this is too important to ignore. And I know I’m getting very upset about it… but I’m pretty sure I should be. I’m pretty sure everyone should be, in point of fact.

But back to the point at hand: this isn’t about bathrooms. The whole bathroom/pervert/molester argument getting brandied about? That’s a ruse. A sham. It’s the thing that would get the most immediate reaction. Oh, your children. Are your children safe? Scary scary. But it’s not about that. It’s never about what the laws are supposedly about, is it? It wasn’t about two people getting married. It wasn’t about women voting. It wasn’t about the decreased economy from lack of slave labor. It wasn’t about the dangerous Native Americans.

It’s about fear and confusion and, I think more than anything else, power. There are people out there who like to have power over someone else. Now, I mean, if both parties are willing and agreed, and there’s a mutual respect, then it’s none of my business. Unfortunately, that’s not the case here. It wasn’t with same-sex marriage, women’s suffrage, emancipation, or the Trail of Tears. It’s power, and there’s pretty much no better natural resource to have power over than another human being. Except maybe a large group of human beings. Yeah… that sounds really creepy. But looking at it objectively? It’s true. Sorry.

Why are people so concerned about this? Well, it’s what they view as change. I suppose it is change. Society as a whole is growing more and more accepting of different things, and the people who liked things the way they were aren’t having it. It doesn’t make them not assholes, as far as I’m concerned.

Evolve or perish.

But it’s not about bathrooms. I want people to remember. Take other things away from this post. That would be awesome. But I want you to take that home: it’s about power and hatred and fear and confusion. Not bathrooms.


Monday, March 21, 2016

My Best Creative Advice (Today, Anyway)

I don’t exactly have a large social circle. I’ve never been someone who particularly likes crowds or anything like that. When I finally got easy access to email, I was thrilled, because I much prefer communicating via writing. Always have. There’s a lot of reasons for that, of course, and there’s also a lot of non-reasons I could talk about. But that’s not the point, here. Just a preface.

It’s hard for me to meet people, and even harder for me to meet other authors I can get along with. A few years ago, I joined a writer’s group in my area. I was shocked there was one in town at all, and when it turned out I could be friends with these people in a non-professional sense, I was ecstatic. I’m still friends with a few of these people.

But it turns out that one of the people I was closest with was very much a toxic individual. They were manipulative, they lied, they turned us against other members. And of course, as it goes with this sort of thing, I couldn’t see it. I didn’t know how bad it was until I finally did. And then I couldn’t be around them anymore. It wasn’t healthy, and I couldn’t support their lifestyle. Blah blah, personal personal.

The problem is that they were the self-appointed leader of this group. So when I had to stop being around them, I had to leave the group. I needed to separate. It was hard, because this group helped me out so much. A sounding board, beta readers, support. All gone. That led to quite the slump in productivity, and it’s a hole that I’ve been trying to claw my way out of for several months, now. I’m finally seeing the light, and that’s thanks in large part to a critique group I’ve joined. They’re wonderful people, and it’s writing first, social second.

Why was that so important? The companionship, yes, but something else. In the arts today, it’s much easier to get your work out there, and there isn’t much of a system for checking. That’s what it’s about. No matter if you’re a writer or a painter or a musician, feedback is essential. Art can be put out into the world without it, but it shouldn’t.

So this is for the creatives in the world. If you feel stuck, there’s a lot of advice. I’m going to repeat these two pieces, out of everything floating around out there. Find other people doing what you do, and run your work through them. You have no idea what a change it can make until you go after it.

Also, try to avoid people who make you miserable. It seems like stupid obvious advice, but I needed a wake-up-call, so maybe someone else does, too.


Wednesday, March 9, 2016

UPDATE: Heart of a Pirate

Darlings! I’ve come up for air just to give you a quick update. Now, I shouldn’t say this necessarily, as I can’t promise that I’ll live up to this particular promise. Sometimes, when it comes to publishing, things don’t always line up nicely the way you intend. But I’ll say it anyway.

You can keep your eye out for a new series by April/May.

Yes, I have more for you, and it’s currently going through editing. Thanks to a bit of a slump I went through recently on the writing front, it took a little longer than I wanted. But I’ve also got a wonderful new critique group that’s really working for me, which helps. I’ve been without a real authorial support system for quite a while. More on that in a later post, though. That’s heavy, and this is light.


Because sex, of course! Sex and love and magic!

Keep a look here, on Facebook, and on Twitter for updates so you don’t miss out.


Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Unkempt Ramblings on Adult Content

I’ve been thinking about sex a lot lately. Go figure. Not just sex, but how we look at sex. Now, don’t get me wrong, I think there’s a good reason for some censorship when it comes to sex. Little Bobby and Jenny don’t need to see full penetration thrust in their faces (Pun intended), and parents don’t need to have that conversation before the conversation about the basics of sex.

That being said, the United States has this weird thing with sex in media. It’s simultaneously ubiquitous, taboo, and precious, which is just fucking strange, if we’re being honest. I was talking with some people over the weekend about how we treat sex v. violence v. psychological issues in our fiction, compared to other countries. Especially in children’s works, but also in general. We would rather show exploding heads than a bare ass or nipple. You see it in movies. Gladiator got marked up for a shower scene, but the same person reviewing it for the MPAA failed to mention, you know, the blood (Watch “This Film is Not Yet Rated” to see this stuff. It’s a great film.).

I don’t think we need to do this. I don’t think we need to make such a big deal out of it. Good lord, I had to struggle to buy Nora Roberts books in middle school, but I read serial killer novels in elementary school. Stephen King kind of stuff. Nobody batted an eye. That seems like a problem for me, because not everyone is going to handle it well. That’s just the way things are. And, you know, Nora Roberts levels of sex were probably a little too much for me at that age, but I guarantee you don’t need a kid reading Red Dragon, either.

Do I think there’s a good reason for the beaded curtain and the plastic-wrap on the naughty books? Yes. But in general, why is it such a taboo? And why isn’t violence? And should things really change? Where do psychological issues fit in? A lot of questions, and not a lot of answers, so what do you lovely people think about this? Let me know, and stay tuned for content that’s a little more… fun.


Saturday, January 30, 2016

Release: Street Magic!

Darlings, darlings, it's finally here! Street Magic is out to gambol about the world like a little, super-horny bunny (Can you imagine if bunnies were any hornier? Christ on a cracker, they'd overrun us in a week.).

Sometimes magic tricks are more than mere illusions. Street magician Axel Rye understands that better than most—his magic is real. If a mundane ever learns the truth, the Magisters will show no mercy. Getting close puts everyone at risk, which is why Axel knows he's in it deep with his latest crush.

Nick works in a tattoo shop on Axel's favorite busking pitch. If there's one thing Axel has learned, it's that magicians and mundanes don't mix, but he can't seem to stay away. It's only a matter of time before his magic is exposed, and his budding romance might lead to an even bigger problem. Drawing the wrong kind of attention might be the last mistake he ever makes, and it will put his powers, his lover, and his very life on the line.

You can snatch it from Amazon and All Romance Ebooks, of course, or from Storm Moon Press directly.

I knew better. The mundanes weren't supposed to know a thing about us. Technically, I suppose, I hadn't broken that rule. Yet. When they saw me pull the correct card out of thin air or guess their name, they called it mentalism or sleight of hand. Or called it nothing at all, which worried me more than anything else. But worry over nothing. They didn't know that this was magic. They didn't know anything about the other part of the world—my part of the world. But not every magician would agree with me. I knew better, and yet I still walked among them and displayed my skill.

I let the cards run from one hand to the other, and then nudged one out. I could still feel a tiny trace of the woman's energy clinging to it, right where her fingers had touched when she grabbed it. "Is this your card?"

She leaned forward and scooped it up. "Oh, my God!" She held it up to the crowd behind her. They'd seen it. I hadn't, but I didn't need to. The mundanes couldn't control their energy; they left spots of it everywhere they went.

I plucked the card from her grip and slid it back into the deck. A few well-placed taps and slides along the surface of the cards banished all traces of her energy from them. They felt clean again. I almost sighed. I'd gotten a large crowd with the card tricks, including a few regulars I knew how to work. Which meant a lot of energy cleaning for me. But magician or not, bills had to be paid. I'd put up with the hassle and just... persuade them to drop a little extra into my hat. That persuasion had already netted me twice as much cash as I probably would have gotten otherwise.

After a few more final tricks, I slid the deck inside my coat, into the pocket I'd extended to hold all my supplies, and then tipped my fedora and smiled. "It's past my bedtime, folks." The streetlights flickered to life above my head, but I could still hit some of the later crowds. I also knew enough to let everyone think they were the last—think they were special in all this. I spun on my heel and walked away. Once I got around the corner, I turned into an alley. I'd used it often enough that I'd finally left a transport sigil scribed on the asphalt. It glowed to my eyes, but was invisible to the mundanes. A circle of complex swirls, intertwining symbols, combined for one effect—instant movement.

I put both feet in and felt the tendrils of warm power sliding up my legs, tightening. I closed my eyes and pictured my destination, the cramped shops along the rough pavement, the bars, and the useless, dead street lamps.

And then I let go. The power enveloped my body. When I'd first started traveling this way, I'd tried to fight against it. But that had only resulted in getting lost, spat out in the wrong place. It was tight, with all that power surrounding you. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

But it was only a few seconds. I sucked in warm, oil-scented air and opened my eyes. Not a glamorous part of town, not rich and corporate, but they liked me well enough, here. Well enough that I maintained a sigil. I slid out from between two tiny brick shops and glanced over my shoulder at the familiar glow of the sigil behind me. Money wasn't the only reason I'd put it here. The other reason was a tattoo artist on the corner.

I marched down the street, drawing attention. The zoot suit always drew looks, though less so in places like this. Not a whole lot drew attention around here. Every other shop along this street was a bar, each with its own theme, its own décor, its own energy coating the doorway, glowing through the windows. Traces everywhere, illuminating better than the street lights ever could.

I got to the corner and leaned against the signpost, James Plaza hovering above my head. One-handed, I shuffled the deck of cards, teleported back out of my pocket by a touch to the brim of my fedora, and scanned around me. The street running perpendicular to James Plaza had once been active. I'd seen it in old photographs and newspapers. A few people around here were old enough to remember it. But now, it was just foot traffic, all the entrances and exits closed off by concrete dividers. The one at this intersection bore layer after layer of graffiti.

I sighed and scanned around me. A few people, all lost in their own thoughts and conversations. Which didn't work for me. I worked a little magic over the cards, amplified the sound of the shuffling, and stepped it up. The cards glided together in higher and wider arcs every time until, finally, I saw attention shift over to me. I let them all fall back into place on my palm, a neat stack once again, and waited.

A young woman approached me. She wore a red and gold corset and matching miniskirt, but nothing else. Steampunk bar on the far corner. She stopped about a foot away and I offered her my deck and my best smile. "Pick a card."

She snorted. "And then what? You flip the deck upside down while I'm not looking so you can pretend to be magic? Fat chance."

I pressed the whole deck into her hand. "Now pick a card. Don't tell me what it is." I watched as she shuffled the deck. People like her made this part of town so profitable. When you broke down the walls of their skepticism, they paid.

"I've got one."

She offered me the deck, but I shook my head, put my hands up in front of me. "You hold onto that. I just need one finger." I tapped the deck with my index finger and hooked onto her energy. She'd shuffled, so all the cards carried tiny traces of her. But one in particular held her essence to it.

When I jerked my hand back, one of the cards came with me. I flicked it into my palm and flashed it at her. "Is this your card?"

Her mouth opened just a little. "How did you do that?"


Friday, January 22, 2016

New Book Announcement: Street Magic

Huzzah, darlings! Raise a glass, because it’s time for a new book!

After a long and somewhat turbulent path to publication, Street Magic is finally about to hit shelves. Well, digital shelves, at any rate. Close enough. It’ll be available, and that’s enough reason to crack a bottle or two of the good wine, as far as I’m concerned. The really good wine.

Sometimes magic tricks are more than mere illusions. Street magician Axel Rye understands that better than most -- his magic is real. If a mundane ever learns the truth, the Magisters will show no mercy. Getting close puts everyone at risk, which is why Axel knows he's in it deep with his latest crush.

Nick works in a tattoo shop on Axel's favorite busking pitch. If there's one thing Axel has learned, it's that magicians and mundanes don't mix, but he can't seem to stay away. It's only a matter of time before his magic is exposed, and his budding romance might lead to an even bigger problem. Drawing the wrong kind of attention might be the last mistake he ever makes, and it will put his powers, his lover, and his very life on the line.

So keep an eye out on your favorite retailers, and over on the Storm Moon Press store. The book releases on January 29th!


Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Happy New Year 2016!

Oh, my darlings. I’ve finally recovered from the New Year festivities, and I figure this is as good a time as any to fill you in on just what you can look forward to from me. Aside from drinking wine, that is. I can’t foresee that changing any time soon, so not to worry on that front.

Currently, I’m nearing the end of Heart of a Pirate, which is the first book in long-running fantasy/erotic romance series. It’s an idea I’ve been in love with. It’s sort of like the ultimate in exotic locales. A far-flung world with strange religions, strange creatures, and an awful lot of bare chests along the way, of course.

A bare chest like this:

I mean, just look at that. Glorious, isn’t it?

Beyond that, however, the future is a bit more nebulous. I intend to write the next book of that series (Heart of Absolution), which excites me even more than the first one. And after that, I’m toying with ideas for a new urban fantasy or paranormal book. I’m not quite sure what it would be about, but I enjoy writing things like that. Set here in real-life land and all. Well, nearly real-life land. Close enough that I can write sarcastic, pop-culturally-up-to-date characters. It tickles me.

Also at some point, Street Magic will be coming out. It’s still a little up in the air as to exactly when, but it’s been a long time coming, and I hope it’s well worth the time spent waiting. I’m not allowed to show the cover yet, but I promise you’ll approve.

I also have some more ideas floating about in my head. Little snippets of things, singular scenes. They might see fruition this year, or they might not bear anything for another decade. You just never know with things like that. But I’m continually working and thinking, be sure of that. It would take a hell of a lot to stop this old biddy writing about man flesh.

On a less writing related note, I’ve also decided to take less crap from people. I know what you’re thinking, this raving bitch doesn’t take crap anyway. Well trust me, I do. And this year, I vow to care just a little bit less. I think a lot of people could do to take on that particular challenge. Other than that? Drink more, laugh more, cuddle more with the dogs, drink more, have more sex, have better sex, drink more, travel more, work more, sleep better.

Also drink more.

What about you my darlings? Anything you intend to tackle in the coming year? Let me know and, as always, love yourself. Just maybe not in public.