Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year!

2012 has been a year of significant change for us. Things are still changing and I think 2013 will have the theme of adjustment. When I started this year, my dreams were to 
publish a novel and have a baby.

Amazingly, both my dreams came true. I've been beyond blessed even with all the upheaval in 2012. My 2013 will be dedicated to my husband and my son while I figure out what to put on my now blank bucket list. I want to savor every second of this new adventure with my husband and our son (furry minions, too).

I hope all of you enjoy your new year adventures as well.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Holiday Giveaway!!! Merry Solstice and Happy Christmas!

In honor of Solstice and Christmas, I feel very give-y. I'm so blessed and this year has been amazing and I'd like to share with the world.
In January of this year, my bucket list had two items. A Baby. A Book.
I currently look like this:

And then there's this:

Bucket list complete!
So while I'm thinking of something good for next year and finishing up incubating Charlie and the sequel to Downpour, I will share with you guys!

Comment on the blog here about something you are proud of yourself about from this year and you'll be entered in to win a copy of Downpour, Happy Hour, or Fair Puckled. Whichever you want!
If you'd like a second entry, friend me on Twitter and RT this post and I'll add you in again!

Enjoy your holidays!!!

Friday, December 14, 2012

Next Big Thing. I've been tagged by BA Tortuga!

Thank you, Miss BA for giving me something to think about! 
Go check out her Next Big Thing on her blog!

Here are my ponderings:

What is the working title of your next book?
Downpour book 2 or Weathering #2

Where did the idea come from for the book?
It is the sequel to my most recent novel, Downpour.

What genre does your book fall under?

Contemporary fluffy m/m romance.

What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?
If Paul Walker and Kellan Lutz could be melded into one human, he'd be Jesse. And if Peter Facinelli and David Tennant could be smooshed into one, he'd be Peter.


Good stuff, right?!

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
You can know what you want, but what you want may not want you back and learning to let love come to you can be more frustrating than walking through the London fog drunk.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
Loose Id hosts my Weathering series.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?
Still working on it *sigh* Being pregnant is a HUGE cockblocker.
CAUTION: Wide Load!
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Taxes and TARDIS from my love NRWalker.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?
I think I was mainly inspired by the first novel. As I was writing Downpour and learning more about these two side characters, Jesse and Peter, I realized I loved them just as much. Especially Jesse, who is an amalgamation of my brother Brian and the two actors I mentioned above. Just that silly, sweet, giant lug who loves everyone and is fiercely loyal. I wanted to add more of him into Downpour and my editor kept slapping him out of the book so I had no choice but give him his own book :)

What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?
There will be a bit set in London and there will be some drunken shenanigans!

And now for the fun part:

Time to share! These are the next folks in line, check them out!

Katey Hawthorne: I met this lovely gem when I won her book Riot Boy through The Sweet Spot's Reader Appreciation Day. We both have a serious love for dirty punks with mohawks and she's just a doll.
Michelle Smith: My other half in writing. I wouldn't be half the writer if it weren't for Michelle. And she loves to write scary stuff which isn't my cuppa, but I read it anyhow because it's so well written!
NR Walker: My dear, sweet, Aussie author friend who lets me preread for her. She writes wonderful m/m and poly stories that will make any hopeless romantic swoon.
Melpomene Selemidis: One of my Aussie dolls, who is also a Greek Goddess in hiding. She is a poet and an artist. If you aren't following her, do so. You'll love her artistic, peaceful, romantic flow!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Release Day! Happy Day of Downpour!!!!

Today is the day! 

Downpour is available and I would love to hear what y'all think of this story that came to me in March of this year and has run my life just like a baby ever since.

Below is an excerpt of the story of Markus and Clint and how they manage through the worst downpour to come out on the other side happier and stronger together.

When Jesse finds me on the couch, eating pho, watching an infomercial about an adult onesie, he drags me out of the house.
“Double shots of Jameson, please.” Jesse orders us drinks, and I glare at him. “Enough with the dramatics, man. It’s unbecoming.” He stares for a moment, and the bartender drops off our shots. “You look like shit.”
“No seriously, Marky Mark. What the hell’s wrong with you? You never act like this. I’ve seen you serious about a guy once, and even then it wasn’t that serious.” Jesse was there for me when Josh and I broke up. And the subsequent late-night booty calls and drama. He’s always been there, just like today.
Wiping my hand across my face, I huff out, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Talk to me. Is it Clint?”
“And?” He leans forward and waves his hand. “Speak.”
I sigh. “He’s gone.”
“He moved?”
“I don’t know. He’s just…gone.”
“Are you kidding? You saw him every day for like a year, and you take him home with you and then he disappears?”
I kind of hate Jesse right now.
“You must suck in bed.”
No, I do hate him.
I move to get off the bar stool, but he grabs me and pulls me down. “Shit, I’m sorry. I forget you don’t take jokes well when you’re butt-hurt. He’s probably visiting family or had an emergency or something.”
“Why do people keep saying that? The man said he had no family, and everyone says his valid excuse for ignoring my existence is his invisible family. Forget that.”
“Okay. I get it. So he doesn’t like you.”
I hang my head and study the bar.
“Dude. You can’t just roll over and die.” He swats my cheek, so I look back at him. “He was a good fuck, yes?”
Normally, I’d slap Jesse upside his head for that kind of crap, and we’d end up in a wrestling match. I would find myself with him sitting on me and smacking me with my own hand, but I just nod pathetically.
“Okay then,” he coos. “You had great sex. Now you move on.”
“How do I move on when he’s all I can think about?”
“We get you going with someone else. We’ll find you some cute, nerdy kid with skinny jeans or a hot twink and just…get you back on the horse.”
I whine, “What if I don’t want another horse?”
He pats me sympathetically on the shoulder. “Well, then, you can move back in with your parents and adopt some cats.”
As we’re walking home from the bar, my phone rings. I’ve had several shots of whiskey, so I barely get my phone out, then drop it. “Shit.”
“Got it.” Jesse grabs my phone and answers it. “Mark’s phone.” I hear someone talking on the other end and try to reach it, but Jesse uses his gargantuan arm to hold me away from it. “No, he isn’t here right now. Can I take a message?” The other person talks as I try to work my way toward the phone futilely. Jesse is built like a brick shithouse, and although I’m tall, trying to climb him while drunk is useless. “Tyson. Well, I’m Jesse, the roommate. Pleasure to talk with you. I do know he’s available on Friday. Would you want to have a drink? We’re all going to a bar downtown, then probably doing some dancing.”
Jesse grabs me into a headlock and covers my mouth so I can’t protest louder. “Fantastic, Tyson. Cannot wait to meet you. See you about nine on Friday at the Dubliner on Second Avenue. Awesome. I’ll tell him.”
When Jesse releases me, I glare at him.
“Here’s your phone. Don’t drop it again. They don’t like it.”
“What the hell was that?”
“That was me getting you a horse. You’re welcome.”
“I just… I didn’t… Son of a bitch, Jesse!”
Jesse turns and gets in my face. “Don’t talk about my mom that way. She bakes you cookies.”
If I weren’t pissed and seeing two of him, I’d laugh.
“So Tyson was given your number by Dr. Momma-san.” Then he throws his head back and laughs. “Your mom’s your wingman.” He laughs again even louder, and I stare at him dumbfounded as he turns to walk home.

Loose Id

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Guest Post: Kerry Freeman!

Thank you to my dear friend Kerry for coming to visit today!

I asked her to write about what it's like being a "southern writer" and how that impresses on her writing. Here's what she told me:

I was born and raised in Alabama. I lived in what is now the second largest metropolitan area in the state and the fourth largest city. When I began living in sin with my now husband, I moved to a city a third the size of my hometown. My husband's hometown isn't even considered a city or town by the Census Bureau. His high school graduating class had 26 students. My hubby and I are considering moving to a city with a population under a thousand.

We joke that you can't throw a rock in our town without hitting a church, a title loan place, or a Mexican restaurant. But it's true. We live in a small town with a primarily blue collar workforce who most likely goes to a Baptist church and is very conservative. Alabama has had a large influx of Mexican and South American immigrants who tend to also be conservative (and many times members of the single Catholic parish in our county).

Even with the large cities, military bases, and centers of high-tech and medical research, Alabama, like most of the South, still has a small town, rural mindset. In many places you get ahead by who you know at church. Women aren't well represented in business or government. And one look at the long lines around Chick-fil-A that infamous day will tell you exactly how far we've come down here in acceptance of LGBTQ persons.

But more people here every day question the status quo, the way the good ol' boys have always done it. Things are changing, although more slowly than other places. My 70 year-old mother-in-law thinks "it's stupid gay people can't get married." A friend told me the pastor of her church told his flock that they could not sit in judgement of the out LGBTQ members, and, if they didn't like that, the church was not the place for them. Some schools have gay/straight alliances, and organizations are reaching out to help bullied youth fight against school systems that ignore them.

None of those things could have occurred when I was growing up and wouldn't now if people hadn't stayed here and made a difference.

I love the South, despite its problems and shortcomings, and I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. When I set my stories here, I want to treat the culture and people with respect and sensitivity while still addressing the realities of life here. My characters aren’t caricatures of  Southerners, but they still say “y’all” and “momma.” They’re as likely to be computer programmers as farmers. They want to be happy and try to do that while struggling against a culture that tells them what they want is wrong.

And since I write romance, my characters always get what they want.

Here's more about Kerry's new book, Pine Tar & Sweet Tea, out now!

Pine Tar & Sweet Tea
by Kerry Freeman

After playing eleven years in the Minor Leagues, Coach Matt Hawley has returned to his tiny Alabama hometown to lead his old high school baseball team to their first state championship. At the other end of the state, René Días, who left the Major League after one season, is getting his team ready to defend their state title for the second straight year. One is in the closet. The other is between relationships. Neither has any intention of hooking up at the state tournament.

Then they see each other.

Pre-game lust turns into an intense one-night stand neither man can forget, and when their best friends embark on a romance, Matt and René are thrown together again. This time they decide it won't be for just a single night. But the fear of disappointing his minister father and shaming his family forces Matt to keep one foot in the closet, even as he and René find their lust is maybe something more. He's going to have to make a choice between between his family and his freedom.


The clubhouse was sweltering, and René took his cap off to wipe his brow. The rows of lockers and wooden benches always reminded him of playing in the majors, where reporters wouldn’t even wait for the players to get fully dressed before accosting them for quotes about that night’s game. He’d never quite become comfortable with holding court while dripping wet and towel skirted. Then again, he’d never quite become comfortable with a lot of things he encountered his one year of major league play.

“Good afternoon, Coach Días.” The umpire walked toward him with an extended hand. “Good to see you again.”

René shook the umpire’s hand. “Good to see you again too. Hopefully you’ve had a good year.”

“A very good year. Thanks for asking.” The umpire nodded at David. “Hello, Coach Reynolds.”

“Hey, Bob,” David said, smiling. “No need to be so formal. We’re old friends by now.”

“Let’s just say I definitely wasn’t surprised to see your team back in the finals.” The umpire smiled. “Gonna be a great series, that’s for sure. Your opposition looks good.”

René’s ears practically twitched at the mention of the team from North Alabama. “Have you met their coach yet?”

“Met him this morning. He’s quiet, seems pretty serious. Nice fella too.” The umpire chuckled. “Speaking of which… Hello, Coach Hawley.”

The gracious greeting René planned stuck in his throat the instant he turned and gazed into a pair of intense blue eyes. René forced himself not to gaze up and down the opposing coach’s tall, tight body, but he couldn’t help following as Hawley slowly licked his lips. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, the man had the most incredible wheat-blond hair just begging to be pulled.

David cleared his throat. “Um, Coach Hawley, I’m David Reynolds, Mobile’s first-base coach.” He shook Hawley’s hand. “This is René Días, our head coach.”

René finally remembered he was supposed to talk. “Nice to meet you, Coach Hawley.” René held out his hand.

Coach Hawley wrapped his long fingers around René’s hand and held on to it. “Nice to meet you too. Call me Matt, though.”

“We’ve been looking forward to playing your team.” René smiled when Matt’s grip tightened. “I’ve heard great things about how you’ve developed the team since you took over this year. Congratulations on your first state final.”

“Thank you. This is your school’s third year in a row here. That’s a sure sign you’re doing something right down in Mobile.”

If there was a sure way into René’s good graces, it was to compliment his team. He could think of plenty of other ways the gorgeous Matt Hawley could impress him—most involving them being naked together—but they had a few baseball games to play. René released Matt’s hand and tried to ignore David’s bug-eyed look at his side.

The meeting with the umpire was a formality. They discussed the rules of the best-of-three series and the umpire’s definition of the strike zone, and the coaches gave the umpire their batting order. René concentrated on each word of the umpire’s speech and blocked out the coach next to him. Baseball was serious business, and he couldn’t let Matt, however tasty he appeared to be, distract him. But as soon as the meeting was over, René found himself locked into that deep blue gaze again.

Matt swallowed slowly. “Well, René, it was nice meeting you. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” René could feel his cheeks heat. “Good luck to you guys too.”

Taking two steps back, Matt pulled on his baseball cap and smiled before turning to walk away. René couldn’t take his eyes off the slow sway of Matt’s hips. For just an instant, he imagined digging his fingers into those hips and the kind of bruises it would leave on Matt’s fair skin.

“Down, boy!” David punched René’s arm. “And retract your tongue before you close your mouth.”

René suddenly remembered where he was. “You think he noticed?”

“You’re kidding, right? I would say he noticed you every bit as much as you noticed him.”

“I meant— Oh!” René stared toward the door. “Cool.”

David shook his head. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he stomped off. “Biggest game of the year, and now he decides to take the dick out of storage.” He spun around and faced René again. “Just great!”

René jogged over to David and threw his arm around David’s shoulders. “Aww, come on, baby. Don’t be jealous.” He guffawed when David shoved him away. “You’re still my favorite guy, even if you kiss like a girl.”

An extended middle finger was the only farewell David gave him. Still chuckling to himself, René pulled his cap down over his eyes, adjusted himself, and walked into the sunlight to begin batting practice.


Sunday, September 23, 2012

#sinfulsunday A little Flash Fiction for @rgraceallen and @jend_author

Here is my entry for #SinfulSunday

100 to 200 words based on this picture: *Original picture was requested to be removed by the owner :(

"Lean forward.” Her thighs clench my waist. “Just a little- like that. Good girl."
Sliding a hand free from my camera, I tug her shirt away from her lace-covered breasts. She always looks good, but her outfit today did something extra to me. Every appointment we have, she surprises me. Today's suit, tie, and black lingerie was beyond just a fantasy. I couldn’t rip it off her fast enough. She loves to show off though, so I have my camera on her. As she writhes on top of me with every click of the lens, I can feel her getting more aroused.
I set my camera on the floor then pull her hard into my straining cock.
“I've been very patient,” I huff petulantly as I drag her shirt off.
“Mmmm... you have.” She unclasps her bra, letting it fall away. “What ever shall I do to reward you, sir?”
“You could think of something,” I whisper, dragging a finger under the lace of her panties. “How much time do we have?”
She moans and pushes forward meeting my eager fingers. "He'll be back at six."
And with my deadline in mind, I growl, “Then let’s not waste a minute.”

200 words on the dot!

What do you think?

More information and the other entries are here:

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Facilitators by Audrey T.F. and Mera N.J. from @embracethetrope

Sadly, making a human has been really tough on my concentration and I haven't been reading nearly as much as I like. I did come across this novella with a neat premise that sucked me right in!
I truly enjoyed Facilitators. It was quickly paced and well written. I was intrigued from the beginning and there were no lulls. I appreciated the intelligence with which the authors gave us information. It felt more than just porn-without-plot as some eroticas seem to lean and it definitely had more quality of writing than some of the "erotic literature" being touted on the big markets these days.
Eva is smart and aggressive, she's not a MarySue and I appreciate that the authors gave her a backbone and a mouth. I love snarky heroines. Theo is just adorable. Fuckhot and has no idea. He's caught up in his head feeling unsure of himself, but when he collides with Eva, sparks fly and everything burns, especially Eva's best-laid plans. I love when a good plan gets torn to pieces with sexy consequences ;) I really loved the scenes in bed, but funnily enough, I also enjoyed and looked forward to, the scenes outside the bedroom. Not like that! But oh, the table scene? YUM! Seriously though, it's a naughty romp for sure, but it has heart and I love erotic romances for just that reason. Audrey and Mera did a fine job giving this story both the love and the lust to which I adore.
I highly recommend Facilitators for anyone looking for a quick read that will leave you happy and gagging for another round. I look forward to a lot more from these two talented writers!

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Giveaways over at The Sweet Spot!

Myself and several other authors are thanking all our awesome readers with some awesome giveaways today. Stop over if you can!

I'll be giving away a pdf of FAIR PUCKLED!

Here's a sneak peek:

He regards me for a moment then asks, “Can ya be quiet, boy?” 

I nod slightly, hope and excitement crushing the words in my throat and squeezing my chest and stomach.

“Come.” I hope this is a promise as I walk toward the chairs near the hearth. “You’re quite attractive. What do they call ya?”

“Uhh... J-Jack. Jackson Stuart.” My tongue is suddenly heavy in my mouth watching as he moves around the large, warm room.

“Fine to meet you, Jackson Stuart.”

Hope you stop by! :)

Friday, August 17, 2012

Hot boys with guns and and roundhouse kicks? Sign me up! Point of No Return by NR Walker

This week, I had the lucky break to interview my dear friend NR Walker about her amazing new release Point of No Return which is out today from Silver Publishing. I was privileged to be a prereader for PoNR. I'm not usually into suspense, but this story just sucked me right in and made me want to read more and more. It took me one sitting which most of you know is pretty amazing for me and my ADD!
Here's the dirt on one of my most favorite reads so far this year!

When did you decide to write PoNR?

It was back in January (or there abouts) of this year. I was looking to branch out into Original Fiction and had the idea of boxing boys in my head. I didn't want to write them as Fanfiction, so I thought I'd give getting published a shot.

What was your major inspiration for PoNR? 

I loved the idea of having tough, kick-ass gay guys. The very original plot idea I started with is not how the story turned out at all, but these boys directed it completely.  I had very little idea of how they looked, so I went web-trawling and found the PERFECT visual for Kira - half Japanese, half Spanish.  Then I did some research on names that fit. I needed a name that reflected his heritage, but also needed a Spanish surname the other cops would know him as (his surname Franco became his nickname Frankie) and a Japanese first name that could be either male or female. I found Kira Takeo, which is Japanese for Dark Warrior, and it just fit perfectly.
Once I had the love interest defined for my main character, the rest just fell into place.

Was it hard writing something so intense? How did you write so much emotional turmoil?

I loved writing the action sequence for PoNR.  It was emotional, but having the scene play out in my head like a movie, meant I was typing as fast as I could just trying to keep up.  LOL   It's not angst, but more of a suspense/thriller type of emotion which I found surprisingly easy to write.
I just hope people forgive me for what I put these characters through. ;)

What is your favorite part of PoNR?

There are some very sweet emotional moments between Matt and Kira, but I must say my favourite part was Matt telling Sal, Kira's father, he was sorry. Ugh. It just broke my heart.

What's next on your bunny list? Any new projects or releases?

I have a lot of things happening right now... I have another release in October. It's a m/m/m poly called Three's Company.  And then another (all things going well) to be released in November, called Blind Faith.
Having three manuscripts in the pipeline means a LOT of editing, and I've spent the last few weeks editing, not writing.  So I'm keen to get writing again. I'd love to do a sequel for Blind Faith - not that I have a clear plotline for it, I just don't want to give those boys up yet. LOL  I could also do another sequel for PoNR for that very reason. When you fall in love with characters, it's hard to let them go.
I do have two other little plot bunnies, so I need to decide which to do first.

Where can my readers find you?

My blog is
On facebook, I am N.r. Walker
On Twitter, I am NR_Walker
Or you can visit Silver Publishing and find me here

Meet Matthew Elliot. Blond-haired, blue-eyed and rugged good looks, he’s one of LA’s best detectives, and portrayed by the media as the ‘Golden Boy’ of the Fab Four; a group of narcotics detectives who’ve shut down drug-rings all over the city.
Matt works hard, and after losing his mom before he was just eighteen, he has dedicated his life to his job. His partner Mitch, is the closest thing to family he has, and along with Kurt and Tony, the other members of the Fab Four, there isn’t much hidden between them.
Except for the biggest secret Matt has.  
The secret he’s hidden from everyone.
He’s not the playboy as they’d all believe. It’s not the women he wants at all.
Enter the half Spanish, half Japanese boxing coach at the gym. Kira Takeo Franco, (Kira Takeo is Japanese for Dark Warrior) known to all the guys as Frankie. 

He was in there warming up with a skipping rope.  His cocoa-colored torso flexed fluidly and his feet barely hit the floor.  He was agile for someone of his size.  He wasn’t huge, but he was tall with great muscle definition.
He smiled when I walked in and hung up the skipping rope on one of the hooks on the back wall.  I tried not to think about his smile or his body, and needing a distraction, I started to strap my hands.
Like he seemed to understand the effect he had on me, he was all business, though he still smiled. He was still fucking beautiful, but he wasted no time on putting me on the bag, only this time he didn’t hold it, so he wasn’t facing me.  Which was much better.
I found it easier to concentrate when I wasn’t looking directly into his eyes.
He stood at my side and corrected my footing.  Apparently my left foot turned in, when I stood in position, making my right swing overcompensate.
By the time my half hour was up with him, he had improved my focus.  I’d hardly had time to think about him.  He was good at what he did, of that there was no doubt.  
When I was done, he threw my towel at me.  “That’s better, Detective,” he said, with a one-dimpled smile.
He had a sheen of sweat over his shoulders, and his tank top barely covered him, his pecs, his shoulders...
“Yeah, it was.” I pretended to wipe my face with my towel to cover the fact I’d just checked him out.  
“More focused today,” he said.
I let out a nervous laugh.  “Something like that.”  
When I looked up at him, he was staring at me.  “Oh, I almost got a real smile,” he said with a smirk.
I could feel myself blush. Fucking hell. I couldn’t help smile a little. “Almost.”
“I think you should call me Kira,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Because it’s my first name,” he said with a shrug.  “And everyone here calls me Frankie.”
He must have seen the confusion on my face, because he clarified. “See, if you tell your friends at work you’re having dinner with Frankie, they’ll know it’s me.  But if you tell them you’re having dinner with Kira, they won’t have a clue.”

Both men feel the immediate connection between them, and they soon start seeing each other outside of the gym. They also agree that to reveal their relationship, and sexual orientation, would be detrimental to their jobs. But as they fall in love, Matt finds this secret harder to keep, especially from his partner, Mitch.
He couldn’t have imagined being outted as a gay man would be the least of his problems.

Point of No Return is released on August 18th 2012 with Silver Publishing.   You can buy it HERE!!

Go get it, loves! You won't regret falling for these boys! :D