Happy Trans Awareness Week!

180px-transgender_pride_flagToday my daughter went to class, and her school’s way to mark Trans Awareness Week was to fill the cafeteria with “Say Their Name” posters. This is a junior college, and the best they could do was to say, “Yeah, a bunch of trans people died.”

That ticked me off.

But, I’ve spent too much time angry over the past week or so. To counter that feeling I’m going to rec books where NOBODY DIES!

Coffee Boy by Austin Chant

A Boy Called Cin by Cecil Wilde

genderqueer_flag-prideBoth of these books are important to me in different and very personal ways. I know I had at least one more, but have been fighting a cold for a few days so I can’t remember it right now. If I think of it, I’ll share tomorrow.


Take care of each other out there!

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

I’m starting a newsletter…


Most authors don’t wait four years to start a newsletter, but I’ve never been very good at following conventions.

The real truth is I wasn’t sure I had enough to talk about (or enough followers) to warrant a newsletter. If I’m lucky, that will be changing. This might be easier if I were to leave WordPress.com behind so I could use a standard form–but for reasons I’ll be sharing soon that’s not going to happen. For now, I’ll share a link to use if you’d like to sign up: https://my.sendinblue.com/users/subscribe/js_id/2m34r/id/1

I’m planning to send out the first edition on Wednesday, November 16. I know, it’s short notice, but I want to share the cover for my holiday story with subscribers before it goes live. As usual, I’ve waited until the last minute to get everything together.

To make up for that, subscribers will get a download code for a free ebook.

In case you missed the link above, click on the typewriter to sign up.






Lou Hoffmann’s Wraith Queen’s Veil Tour: Mean Authors Build Good Characters

Today i’m welcoming Lou Hoffmann to the blog.She’s brought her new release, Wraith Queen’s Veil, and is talking about mistreating her characters. 😉 She’s also brought a giveaway, though, so I’m pretty sure you and i are safe.

Thanks for visiting, Lou!

Hi, I’m Lou Hoffmann, stopping by on my Wraith Queen’s Veil tour. Thanks Charley Descoteaux, for hosting me today! I’m going to talk about hardships today—the ones heaped upon unsuspecting fictional characters.

Like a lot of authors, I’ve been accused of cruelty to characters. Guilty as charged! And this post is by way of explaining why I beat the poor, hardworking, well-meaning people in my fiction over the head with adversity.

First, a quick aside. One thing adversity does that is very important in fiction is give characters an opportunity to help and get help from others. I’m storing that away as an idea for a post some other day. For today, I’m gliding past it. I want to talk about the character’s solo growth, okay?

For a short and sweet summary response, I love this quote:

Great fiction is fueled by bad decisions and human weakness.

— Kristen Lamb, quote (from Great Characters–The Beating Heart of Great Fiction)

Sounds a lot like life, doesn’t it? I mean we might, on one level wish we hadn’t chosen to ride our brakeless bicycle down Suicide Hill at age seven, because ouch! On the other hand, we learned something about safety and the next time we rode those bikes down those Suicide Hills we made sure we had brakes. Which is when we learned that there’s more to the safety formula than brakes, and also when we learned that changing something in response to a problem is very likely only the first step in fixing it. So, for instance, at age 10 when Judy Blue-Eyes copied our homework and then did it again after we told her not too, we weren’t disheartened. We simply hid our real answers and let her copy a paper that had stuff all wrong.

But wait, you say! No, really, go ahead and say it, because you’re right! Every bad thing that happens to the character isn’t a result of bad decisions!

Okay, we need an example, and since this is the Wraith Queen’s Veil release blog tour, I think it’s perfectly appropriate to look for our example right there in The Sun Child Chronicles. And believe me, nobody has a rougher time of it than Lucky, the fifteen-year-old protagonist.

Let me get this out there right now. No, it was not Lucky’s fault that he was banished from his home world Ethra and left alone in a world called Earth with no one and nothing—not even his memories. Listen to what he said about the experience.


“It was cold, dark, wet. At first I couldn’t see anything at all, but then I realized that to one side there was a glow, so dim I had to stare to be sure it was there.” He had heard water, waves on rocks, maybe, and something splashing. “I pictured some horrible creature—it was the first thought that made enough sense to scare me. From then on, I was terrified every single minute, even after Hank had me safe. It only lasted one night, I know that now. But then it was all I knew, all I remembered of life. Forever.”


That’s horrible, right? I know. I cruelly persecuted this character. But the point of this blog post is that authors write such things because characters need them. The focus of this event in Lucky’s life isn’t the horror he endured, but what Lucky made of it. And the change it wrought in him stated immediately. Here’s what he told the wizard Thurlock and his uncle Han about it, three years later.


“It scared me even to move, but finally I stood up and crept toward the glow. I found a passage, and I followed it.” He’d clung to the walls even though they cut his hands, crawled where the ceiling dropped, slithered over slime that stank like rotten eggs….The whole way, I kept saying, ‘No, I can’t do it.’ Eventually, though, I did. I reached the end of the tightest, slimiest, smelliest stretch of tunnel, and I had to close my eyes, the light was so bright.”


Do you see the key words in there?

“Evenutually, though, I did.”

This is a survivor’s attitude—that simple resilience that fosters a rewarding life. Oh, and yes, in fiction, it builds great, round, believable, characters that we readers love to spend time with. You know who I think said it best? Langston Hughes.

“Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

The example is from the early part of Lucky’s story, but let me assure you, life goes on for Lucky. And that means new problems, bigger challenges, crazier circumstances. Here’s something that happens in the course of his adventures in Wraith Queen’s Veil:


The eyes slowly closed in on them, followed by shadows blacker than the rest of the night. They hadn’t tied their mounts, and now as the predators drew close, the horses began to whinny nervously. Soon at least one of them let out a blood-chilling scream and bolted, scattering some of the creatures on the way out.

“Cats,” Zhevi said. “Damn! They’re dawn cats! Luccan, listen to me. These cats are really, really vicious. Deadly. But they’re called dawn cats because that’s when they kill. They close in on their prey—”

“Like they’re doing to us, right now?”

“—in the hours before dawn, and then just as day breaks, they strike. And it’s almost impossible to survive. Or so I’ve heard. That’s why their other name is death kittens.”

Frightened beyond clear thinking and appalled at the image that nickname conjured, Lucky pushed his hair out of his face, and asked, in a hoarse whisper, “Kittens?”

“Um, yeah. Also thrall-gazers, because if you look at their eyes long enough… well just don’t do it, okay? Oh, and also they’re sometimes called venom cats.”

“Just guessing here, but maybe they bite?”


“And it’s poisoned.”

“Afraid so. I figure it’s less than an hour before dawn. You got any ideas?”


And then, this, a little later:


Lucky flung his arms out, searching in all directions, trying to locate L’Aria in the white world around him. He took a step in the direction he was sure they had been traveling and then another, searching about the whole time. Faintly, he heard her singing and Zhevi calling out and followed the sounds. At least he thought he moved toward them, but then the wind changed, and so did the direction of the calls. He turned toward the new direction and started that way, but the wind started to swirl around him like a dancing devil, wickedly carrying the sounds of voices to his ear from every direction

Then he fell to the snow in a sudden absence of wind. He drew a sharp breath deep into his lungs, desperate to breathe after the whirlwind had stolen his air. After he recovered, he stood and brushed as much crusted snow from his clothes and face as he could. He looked around, sure now that the gusts had died away, he’d find his friends not far off. But he couldn’t see them, and when he called out, their names hung in the frozen air.

Damn scary!

Trying to ignore what felt like a boulder of dread in his gut, he took stock of his surroundings. A wall of white wind howled ten yards from his face—strange, because where he stood the air felt perfectly still and almost warm. Thirty yards to his left, a dark wall of sheer stone rose up from the snow, and an identical one to his right.


And, not to be forgotten, this:


Lucky ran around the still-twitching carcass of the beautiful monster Han had slain and knelt by his uncle’s side. From this close, he could tell Han still breathed—he could hear the labored breaths. He had the most horrible feeling that if he couldn’t help Han, and do it quickly, Han’s body would tire of the effort and stop trying to suck in enough air.


No I’m not going to show you now how he dealt with those big, scary events. (Join him in the book, and see what happens.) But one thing I will say, if he doesn’t grow, he’s going to be in deep trouble.

Like, the chorus of this song says:


Yeah, characters gotta get bad, strong, wiser, hard, tough, strong, cool, calm, and together.  Because that’s survival, and that’s growth, and that what readers need to see in order to believe in the hero. And speaking for just one reader—me—I really need heroes to believe in.



When Lucky arrives in Ethra, the world of his birth and destiny, he expects a joyful reunion, but the first thing he notices when he reaches the Sisterhold—his home—is something false behind his mother’s smile. In a matter of weeks, the Sisterhold becomes agitated with worries and war plans. People he trusts—like the wizard Thurlock—frequently can’t be found. His mother seems angry, especially with Lucky. Even Han Shieth, the warrior uncle he has come to rely on and love above all others, maintains a sullen silence toward him.

When Lucky’s resentment builds to the breaking point, his bad decisions put him and his friends, L’Aria and Zhevi, in unthinkable danger. Han arrives to help, but he can’t claim invulnerability to the hazards and evils that threaten at every turn. Events launch Lucky, alone, on a quest for he knows not what, but every step brings him closer to his identity and full strength. Self-knowledge, trust, and strength lead to smarter choices, but even his best efforts might not render his world truly safe, now or for the future.

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This tour has several more stops fun and informational. Some already happened and some coming up. You can find them all by following this link:  http://queerlyya.rainbow-gate.com/wraith-queens-veil-blog-tour-stops-links-are-here/ I always welcome comments, where possible, and I’d love to see you along the way.

Thanks once again Charley for letting me take up pixels on your site, and thanks everyone who stopped in to read.

lou-hoffmann-icon-logo-400x-squareLou Hoffmann has carried on her love affair with books for decades, yet she hasn’t even made a dent in the list of books she’d love to read—at least partly because the list keeps growing. She reads factual things—books about physics and history and fractal chaos, but when she wants truth, she looks for it in quality fiction.  She loves all sorts of wonderful things:  music and silence, laughter and tears, youth and age, sunshine and storms, forests and fields, flora and fauna, rivers and seas. Even good movies and popcorn! Those things help her breathe, and everyone she knows helps her write. (Special mention goes to (1) George the Lady Cat and (2) readers.) Proud to be a bisexual, biracial woman, Lou considers every person a treasure not to be taken for granted. In her life, she’s seen the world’s willingness to embrace differences change, change back, and change again in dozens of ways, but she has great hope for the world the youth of today will create. She writes for readers who find themselves anywhere on the spectrums of age and gender, aiming to create characters that live not only in their stories, but always in your imagination and your heart.


Book Blast & #Giveaway : Will You Be My Escort by Meg Harding!


Part of being in a large family means everyone knows everything. And it’s never forgotten, because inevitably someone remembers it. So Jackson doesn’t know how he hasn’t heard about the family reunion until he’s staring at the ridiculous card on his dark-cream tiled counter. Someone has taken the time to make a collage of the entire family’s faces and merge them into lettering that reads “You’re invited to the Carlisle Family Reunion.” He’s not sure whether to be impressed or appalled.

His phone starts to trill. He picks it up without looking. “Are you seeing this?” asks James. “I think I’m hallucinating it.”

“No,” says Jackson. “I’ve got it in front of me. It’s painfully real.”

The last thing in the world he wants to do is attend a family reunion. It’s a two-week-long affair at a resort in Hawaii (which would be lovely if the family reunion aspect was removed), occurring in three weeks’ time, during which they’re going to be surrounded by obnoxious extended family. It’s like something from a horror film.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” he says to James. “You’ve got a boyfriend.” He thinks about it. “Can Bastien not come?” He runs two businesses and works a lot, but he’s got a partner who can probably take things over.

“Bastien can come,” grumbles James. “He’s annoyingly excited for it.”

“He’s in for a rude awakening,” mutters Jackson. Bastien hasn’t met anyone outside of their immediate close-knit group yet—he wasn’t around for the last reunion. He’s probably expecting everyone to be like their particular branch of Carlisles. The extended family isn’t like them. Well, in some ways they are, but in others… no. They’re an eclectic group of people who mostly only bother to get together and converse for a period longer than a two-word holiday or birthday card every five years.

There’s a reason for that.

His call waiting goes off. He pulls the phone from his ear. “Mom’s calling,” he says on a sigh. “I’ll call you back.”

“Don’t bother,” says James. “I’m coming over, and we’re going to drink till we forget we’ve been invited.”

Jackson rolls his eyes. “You’re a drama queen.” He drops the call in the middle of James’s indignant squawks. “Hello,” he says to his mom.

“Hello, sweetie,” she says. “Did you get the invitation?”

He glares at their obnoxious collaged faces. “I did.” He looks closer. Someone has photoshopped a curled mustache onto James’s face. He holds the phone away from him as he snickers. Their cousin Bobby must have made the card. He hates James. “James has a mustache in the picture,” he tells his mom. “Did you see that?”

Her sigh is long and pained. “I did. I’m calling to let you know you have to go. You can’t get out of this.” She goes silent, but there’s something about it that makes Jackson feel like there’s more coming. He has a feeling he’s not going to like it. “I know things have been rough, since you had to move and all….”

And he called that.

“But I have a friend, she has a delightful daughter, and I think you two would really get along. She might take some of the pressure off the reunion? And I think it’ll be good for you. I don’t mean to worry, but you haven’t dated anyone since Angel.” He winces at the name. “It’s time to try again, don’t you think? Move on? We’re all worried about you, dear. I have a friend with a son too, he’s a bit older than you, but he’s got a nice job.”

The last thing he wants is to be set up by his mother. A sane person would tell her to butt out and hang up. Politely of course; this is his mom after all. Jackson has a short supply of sanity, though, and he’s been running on very little sleep for the last month. What comes out of his mouth, instead of “no, thank you” or “I don’t need someone else to be happy,” is “I’m already seeing someone.”


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A Carlisles novel

Jackson Carlisle has rotten luck with men and women, and after an especially bad situation, he takes a step back from romance. But with a two-week family reunion in Hawaii looming, his mom is determined to set him up with one of the sweet singles she knows would be perfect for him. A normal person would tell her no and be done with it. Instead, Jackson tells her he has a boyfriend. The only problem? He doesn’t.

Aaron Wilkes is an escort. He’s a little surprised when a friend’s girlfriend hires him to date her brother, but he’s had stranger jobs. Jackson is cute, and he thinks a fling with Aaron might be just the kind of no-strings-attached fun he needs to get over his dry spell. As they explore the islands together, their carefully laid plans begin to get away from them. Feelings aren’t supposed to come into play, but that shouldn’t be a problem. After all, you can’t fall in love in two weeks….


About the Author:

Meg Harding is a graduate of UCF and Anglia Ruskin University. For as long as she can remember, writing has always been her passion, but she had an inability to ever actually finish anything. She’s immensely happy that her inability has fled and looks forward to where her mind will take her next. She’s a sucker for happy endings, the beach, and superheroes.  In her dream life she owns a wildlife conservation and is surrounded by puppies. She’s a film buff, voracious reader, and a massive geek.






Will You Be My Escort, #2 in The Carlisles Series

200 pages

Dreamspinner Press

Cover by Reese Dante


Happy Indigenous Peoples’ Day!

This post has nothing to do with my books, it’s political in nature. It’s also tl;dr.

I’m old. I grew up in the 1970s and 80s, and even though I lived in a diverse area I can’t deny that casual bigotry was a part of everyday life, of popular culture. People made racist, sexist, homophobic─and every other offensive category you can think of─comments and didn’t think anything of it. They were rarely, if ever, called out.

This past Saturday I had a long conversation with my kiddo (who informed me that pushing 30 isn’t really a kid, but whatever) and we covered, among other things, that kind of casual bigotry. That particular thread was prompted by a search I ran on the Merriam Webster site while editing. I don’t even remember what I went there to look up because at the bottom of the page was a question: Do you know the racist origins of the phrase “tipping point”? After admitting that I did not, I clicked. (If you’d like to read for yourself, click here.)

The gist: white families moved out of neighborhoods when the percentage of black families reached 10-15%, which was their “tipping point” in an exodus nicknamed “white flight”. Just typing that sentence felt awful. That was in 1959 and sometimes it feels like as a nation, as a planet, we haven’t made much progress.

I realize for some people “tipping point” has moved into popular culture with a more generic meaning. But maybe not for everyone. I don’t remember ever using it casually before, but my intent is to stay away from it from now on.

I’m not trying to say I understand how hearing this (or similar words/phrases) feels from anywhere other than my own perspective, which is as a white woman who grew up queer in public housing. I’m not saying I’ve never made a remark or used an idiom with racist undertones─most of us have at one time or another, especially folks my age or older. Whenever I come across one, though, like I did on Saturday, I do the work to unpack it and educate myself so I can strike it from my lexicon. Without asking someone in the affected group to explain it to me. As someone who doesn’t really get the value of small talk (in a socially awkward kind of way), I would welcome the chance to make a new friend or chat with someone I already know by discussing a word or phrase, but educating me on how not to hurt them is not anyone’s job.

My contribution to Indigenous Peoples’ Day—as a descendant of immigrants—is to ask my friends to do the same. If you see a statement or word or phrase that had seemed innocuous but turns out to be otherwise, research it (using reputable sources); if it turns out to be offensive, let it fade from use.

I’ve turned off comments for this post because I don’t want any cookies for saying this publicly. If you agree with me please don’t share this post, instead please raise the voice of someone who’s talking about this from a closer perspective, someone who’s been personally affected by the casual racism and intolerance that so many seem not to hear or see.




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Book Blast: Engineering Love by Jackie Nacht!

Today I’m hosting Jackie Nacht and her New Adult Romance Engineering Love, available today for early download only at Rainbow Ninja Press! I love this sweet cover!

Thanks for visiting, Jackie!



Ten minutes until kickoff and it was like every person in the student body had showed up. Adrian was squished next to Mark and a girl wearing glitter tattoos on her cheeks. She and her friend were taking selfies, and somehow, Adrian got tugged into one.

“What’s your name?” the girl hollered.

He leaned in, yelling, “Adrian.”

“Mara.” She smiled over at him.

“Mara!” a guy called from behind them, then he landed on Adrian’s back.

“Careful, Davis!” Mara yelled.

Bending over from the weight of the guy, Adrian would have face-planted into the person in front of him if it hadn’t been for Mark grabbing his shirt. The fucking game hadn’t started, and he was about to be on the injury list. And Adrian wasn’t even playing in the game!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” The guy on his back grabbed him and wrapped an arm around Adrian’s chest.

The person in front of him turned with a scowl on his face before he smirked at the man behind him and raised his hand. “Davis!”

Hands clapped over his head, and the damn bull in the china shop behind him still had his arm around Adrian.

The two chatted above him, and Adrian glanced over at Mark who was rolling his eyes. “That’s Davis.”

Oh yeah, because that explained everything. It’s Davis so it’s natural to start chatting it up with Adrian snuggled right in. Boundaries, people, boundaries. Apparently, tackle-boy Davis seemed to know everyone since people all around shouted his name. Adrian felt Davis’s deep chuckle and wondered why the hell he was still being held by him.

Adrian turned and glanced over his shoulder, then kind of wished he hadn’t. Davis was laughing while talking to the guy Adrian almost fell into before. Davis was hot… like hotter than Atlanta. Black hair and a five o’clock shadow around a strong jaw. Built enough to belong on the football field and damn, and he had light ice-blue eyes. Adrian had an urge to reach out and touch Davis’s face to make sure he was fucking real. The only thing that detracted from the model-perfect looks was a small scar on his bottom lip, which Adrian thought was sexy as hell. The white line bisected plump full lips, which made Adrian want to kiss it. And he shouldn’t be thinking that.

With a small twist of his arm, Adrian was free of Davis. He glanced back at him.

“Don’t trample the newb, Davis,” Luke hollered from down the row.

Davis’s blue eyes glinted in the noonday sun, and a crooked smile appeared on his face. Adrian felt like prey in the presence of a predator, trapped by a sea of fifty-five thousand people.



When north meets south, sparks fly.

Adrian is a student from a northern college transferring to Georgia Tech. Used to seeing snowmobiles outnumbering the cars on campus, Adrian finds himself living in a state hotter than hell and feeling completely lost in the heart of Atlanta. A chance encounter introduces him to Davis who Adrian knows is trouble, but can’t help falling for.

Davis is the picture of big man on campus and oozes with confidence, at least until he meets Adrian.  Something about Adrian has Davis’s usual charm flying out of the window and everything goes from smooth to hell as Davis tries to make Adrian his own.

Between awkward dates, second-degree burns, study sessions, and snow, the two stumble their way into a relationship neither had planned. Will Davis give up the bachelor life to take a chance at a relationship with Adrian, or will he walk away from something special just to stick to his original plan?



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About the Author:

Short, sexy and sweet—where a little love goes a long way.

That’s the best way to describe Jackie Nacht’s stories. I was introduced to M/M Romance through my sister, Stephani, and read it for years. Then, I thought it was time to put my own stories on paper. I began writing short and sweet stories that ended with a happily ever after…and sometimes more than one, in the case of my YA Fork in the Road series, which has interactive endings.

Thinking back to my own book addiction, where there were many nights I stayed up way too late so I could read just one more chapter—yeah, right—I decided to write short romances for young adults as well as adults. Hopefully, they will give high school and college students, or working men and women something they can read during their lunch hour, in between classes or just when they want to briefly get away from the daily stresses of everyday life.

Social Media Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jackie.nacht
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Blog: http://www.jackienacht.com
Email: jackie.nacht@yahoo.com


Title: Engineering Love
Author: Jackie Nacht
Part of a series? If yes, can it be read as a standalone? No – standalone
Publisher: Rainbow Ninja Press

Categories: M/M Romance, Gay Fiction, New Adult

Release Date:
Early Download at Rainbow Ninja Press – 5 October 2016
Third Party Pre Order – 12 October 2016
General Release – 19 October 2016

Word Count: 20,802



Safe House tour giveaway winners!


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I’m the guest today at Love Bytes!


Join me for the last stop in my Safe House blog tour! Visit Love Bytes for a peek into the research that went into the story and another exclusive excerpt.

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Happy Bi Visibility Day!


As this post goes live, I’m somewhere in Seattle enjoying that lovely city and preparing for the Gay Romance Northwest Meet-up! If you’re in the area please consider joining us at the Central Library for a day of panels and fun, and it’s all about queer books! If GRNW is sold out you can still visit the Book Fest. The room is open 12-6, come after 4 p.m. to meet authors, get your books signed and maybe pick up some cool swag. Visit me if you’re looking to de-stress. 😉

The past week has been loaded with promotion for my latest release, Safe House, so I haven’t said much here about Bi Week. As an out and loud bisexual, I can’t let this day go by like that. I’ve been reevaluating my writing goals lately and that ties in with this week’s theme so here goes.

You may have heard me say before that I’m an old broad who’s been writing for manymany (many) years, or that my early works weren’t as queer as I would have liked. Since that’s not true anymore I can be picky about the stories I choose to tell.

That’s pretty huge so I’ll say it again: I can be picky about which stories I choose to tell.

Why the hell not? Queer Romance is thriving, gay and lesbian stories are being told—being read—so what can I bring to the table that’s unique? You can probably see where this is going: bisexual stories. A lot of my love stories so far have had bi characters, and dealt with bi issues, and I don’t see that stopping anytime soon.

While I’m writing this I have a lot to get done: an empty suitcase in the middle of my floor, a book on deadline (yes, with a bisexual main character!), more promo to do for Safe House, and hopefully a little relaxing—I am on vacation this week, after all! So I’ll leave you with a mention of the bi characters I’ve written so far and a teaser for what’s to come.


Joe Prescott from Not the Doctor (2014), is an accident reconstructionist who was injured on the job with a huge crush on his next door neighbor.

Eric Allen from Buchanan House (2015) is a late-blooming line cook who, for many reasons, has avoided relationships and resisted defining his sexuality.

Justice “JB” Bishop from Cascades (2015) is a small-town bartender who tells himself he’s satisfied with his life in a tiny logging town, but is pining for the one who got away.

Doug Stevens is the one who got away.

Mick Randall from Torque (2016) is on the run from the San Francisco Bay Area and his past, and finds more than he’d ever thought to ask for in an old wrecking yard in NW Portland.

Coming in December, Holiday Weekend is Ryan Orchard’s story. Chapter One is included in the back of Safe House.

The last book in the Buchanan House series, which I’m calling BH#6 for now, is Chase Holland’s story. He’s gay but his long-time partner, Garrett, is bi.

I’m also working on an upmarket contemporary that I won’t be shopping under this pen name because it’s not Male-Male. This book isn’t even trying to be a Romance and features a bisexual genderqueer main character.


That’s all—so far!

Happy Bi Visibility Day!




I’m the guest today at the Dreamspinner Press blog!


Join me today at the Dreamspinner Press blog for the next stop in my Safe House blog tour! I’m talking about food and how my original plan for Kyle changed way back in book one. Come for the recipe and stay for the long excerpt! 😀

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