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Hi folks!

This week it was especially hard to decide what to post—i just finished Finals Week and my first editing pass for the Christmas story, and am nearing the word count threshold to make Phil and Lee’s story a novel.

But my jazz musicians need some love, so you’re getting a bite of that story. DJ’s just appeared on Jake’s doorstep, and, like a walking defibrillator shocked Jake back to life.

I think that’s enough of an intro, but let me know if you’d like more. The aforementioned finals have left my brain a little mushy. 🙂

 

He didn’t go to his favorite place, and tried the whole time not to think too hard about why. The boy seemed disappointed when they walked into a Denny’s, but his appetite didn’t suffer for it. After breakfast they got back in Jake’s ancient Honda Civic that had long ago been red.

“So I have to ask,” Jacob drawled. “You’re a successful musician—why drive this hunk of junk?”

Jake glanced at the passenger seat and for a heartbeat saw a ghost there who looked an awful lot like DJ—Jacob—but with shiny black curls, a wicked grin, and perfect hands.

“As long as we both shall live, boyo.” Jake grinned and patted the dashboard.

 

Thanks for reading!

If you’d like to get to know DJ a little better, he let me interview him a little while ago for a guest spot on the “Find Your Next Read” blog. You can find it here.

To get the whole story, and take advantage of the 25% off sale on all novels and novellas, visit Amber Allure.

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Tying the two together.

Hi there! If you’re here looking for my hop post, click the hottie above and he’ll show you the way.

If you’re here for a snippet, you’re right were you want to be.

Today i’m sharing from A Sunday Kind of Love again–to celebrate that it made the Amber Allure July Best Seller list! This is my first “listing” so it calls for a celebration! (In addition to the box of Twinkies i split with Kiddo, that is. :))

This snippet takes place a few days after Jake’s trip to the salon. DJ is off visiting and Jake’s dreaming mind has him explaining something important to Mason while they’re lounging in anticipation of Round Two. It also explains the connection between ASKoL and my debut from Dec 2012 Comfort and Joy. As much as eight sentences can do something like that while not being too spoilery.

Jake had been thirty-going-on-seventeen, still just a pup at heart, when a guy he knew from session work asked if he’d be interested in rounding out a piano trio. When Jake nodded, Sam said to bring his double bass to their loft. It turned out to really be an audition. He almost hadn’t brought the instrument he’d inherited from his mother and dragged across an ocean and then an entire continent so he wouldn’t starve. He almost hadn’t gone. Even though he played the pronoun game, Sam was definitely in a relationship and Jake wasn’t sure he felt up to the drama of cheating, even with someone that hot. He’d walked in, pulled his bass from its case, turned around to face the Steinway and the small drum kit sitting in the middle of the floor and seen the face of God on the man sitting quietly in a chair across the room.

Sam’s older brother, JR, had come to listen and they had plans for the evening, but it didn’t play out that way. JR had offered to help him carry his things downstairs and then got into the passenger seat of the Honda just as bold as you please.

 

Thanks for reading!

You know the drill: if it’s Saturday head over to Seductive Studs & Sirens for more snippety goodness; if you’re reading this on Sunday your options expand to include Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday!

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Back to School Blog Hop!

Hello and welcome to my stop on the Back To School hop!

A bunch of fabulous MM Romance authors are celebrating the new school year–so of course that means goodies for you. The Grand Prize is a $100 Amazon gift card. With the kiddies back in school, it’s the perfect time to curl up with your reader and enjoy a few books on us! Enter the Grand Prize drawing using the Rafflecopter link at the bottom. The hop will run through August 30th so you’ll have time to visit everyone on the list! Just click the pretty pic to get there–but not yet.

I’m giving away a copy of my Amber Allure Erotic Romance, A Sunday Kind of Love to one commenter here who can offer some parenting advice for my main character, Jake (more details later!).

I’ve been in school for a year now, so “Back To School” made me giggle (or was that the crazed laughter of someone who never thought she’d be starting over again so late in life?). When I was a kid I thought I’d grow up to be a teacher or a librarian. I got close a few times, working in libraries and many hours volunteering in classrooms after I had a kid of my own. Luckily, it took a long time to realize being a shameless apple-polisher wasn’t the key to popularity—because by the time it sunk in I was hooked on school.

DJ, one of the supporting characters in A Sunday Kind of Love, was smarter than me in that regard so graduating from high school wasn’t always a given. He spent his high school years trying to hide who he really was to avoid being bullied and his plan worked. Sometimes a little too well, because he ended up in trouble for all kinds of petty little things teenagers get up to when they’re bored in a small Oregon towns. The story opens with DJ surprising Jake the morning after his graduation. He’s in LA for college, but that’s pretty far down on his list of things to do.

Jake hasn’t been much of a presence in DJ’s life since he was three and is suddenly faced with trying to keep this young man out of trouble. If I were Jake I’d opt for an ankle bracelet because DJ will find trouble eventually, if it doesn’t find him first. But that would probably be met with some resistance even considering DJ’s ambivalence toward getting a college degree. Unless Armani started making ankle bracelets.

So what’s your most over-the-top advice for Jake to deal with his newly-out country-raised son’s assimilation into the LA scene?

A random commenter (as decided by Random.org) will get a copy of A Sunday Kind of Love. If I get at least a baker’s dozen answers, I’ll give away two copies!

DJ doesn’t get up to a whole lot in this story (for him!), but Jake sure does . . .

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A Sunday Kind of Love, by Charley Descoteaux

Jake McKynnie, middle-aged jazz musician, has the chops to solo—in every sense of the word. He’s living a lonely life in LA, convinced that’s the best he can expect. DJ, the boy who calls him Dad, turns up the day after his high school graduation like a sucker punch from the past. Could their celebratory trip to the salon be the catalyst for Jake’s duet with the enigmatic stylist, Mason?

Excerpt (Rated PG):

Jake grinned. “This is my boy, Jacob. He needs a haircut befitting his new status in life.”

The proprietor frowned theatrically. Jake barely noticed, his mind occupied with what the boy must be thinking. He’d never met a man like Antonio in tiny Willston, Oregon. Nobody was that tall, dark and polished in pink leather pants and a pink silk snake-print button-down shirt.

“A little young…”

Jake made a strangled sound that would’ve had him cringing at its ethnic offensiveness if he wasn’t so mortified by his own choice of words.

“Antonio, that’s not what I meant.” Jake looked at the boy, who was almost completely covering that he had no idea what was going on. That, and the fact that he looked so much like his father, meant he may have a shot after all. “This is DJ. He just graduated from high school and came down for college.”

“You are kid-ding me! This is DJ?” Antonio turned to regard the boy with a hand on his hip and a thoughtful expression. A slow smile spread across his face and he fluffed DJ’s hair and then held it away from his face. “You did bring him for me. Come on, gorgeous, let’s get started.”

Antonio brought Jacob farther into the salon, an arm draped across his shoulders and Jake following close behind them. It always surprised Jake how many people could be in the salon—stylists, customers, and assorted friends of Antonio’s—and yet it rarely sounded as though the chairs were full even though they usually were. But that could’ve had something to do with the volume of the music which wasn’t overpowering but loud enough to conceal a multitude of sins.

Antonio sat Jacob down and put Jake in the next chair to watch while they discussed the merits of a few hairstyles. Jake felt an inordinate amount of pride as the boy warmed to the situation, as though he hadn’t spent every day he could remember in a rural Oregon town of 1,200, but in LA as originally planned. Both spent a quiet moment not quite looking at each other in the mirror when Antonio said father-son facials were on the house as a graduation present. Jake didn’t want to remind him of the honorary nature of his title, and it’d been too long since his last facial anyway. He pretended not to see Antonio’s look that said it’d been a long time since he’d indulged in a lot of things the salon had to offer.

After a fun couple of hours Jake and Jacob headed for the car. Jacob stopped just outside the door to admire himself in the window’s mirror-like surface.

“You should go on back and talk to that guy whose chair you were in. He was checking you out, Dad.”

Jake watched as the boy turned his head to see his new look from every possible angle.

“Looks good.” Jake resisted the urge to run his palm over the boy’s head, like he had when DJ was two they’d had to give him a buzz cut after he’d gotten into some paint. “Feel like yourself now?”

“You bet. I’ll take a little walk and check things out while you head back in for a few minutes.” Jacob winked and would’ve left Jake standing there if he hadn’t taken the boy’s arm to stop him.

“Don’t go feeling too cocky, now. Just because you’re in LA don’t think you can swish around anywhere you please and nothing can happen.”

“I’ll keep the swishing to a minimum.” He waggled his fingers at Jake and took off down the street.

Jake ducked back into the salon and almost ran into Antonio. “Thanks for taking care of him on such short notice. You’re the best.”

“You’re right about that.” Antonio kissed Jake’s cheek and leaned back to look at him. “And it was no notice, but who’s counting. You okay?”

Jake ran a shaky hand through his own short hair which, if he were completely honest, felt just that side of shaggy. “Will be. Didn’t expect to see him today.”

“If you need someone to talk to you just call me, honey.” Antonio hugged Jake hard for a short moment and then released him and gave him a significant look. “We’ll get coffee.”

“Hope I didn’t tick off your neighbor by monopolizing his chair.”

Antonio grinned so loudly Jake had to turn away.

“I’m sure Mase didn’t mind. You know he gets all drooly over hard-bodied men with tattoos.” He traced the Celtic braid encircling Jake’s left biceps. “And you have tattoos. Mase! Mason, come over here and tell Jake you don’t mind he grabbed your seat.”

Jake watched Mason stalk across the room and pass Antonio going the other way. Antonio must’ve winked or signaled him somehow because Mason’s step turned slinky as soon as he saw past him to Jake. Mason looked hot all in black, leather pants and a sleeveless shirt that wasn’t quite see-through. He could’ve lost the leather bands around his biceps as far as Jake was concerned, but that was the only fault he could find without more time.

Thanks for reading!

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Queer Town Abbey’s Equal Rights Blog Hop!

Thanks to the awesome folks at Queer Town Abbey for organizing this hop! Over 40 writers of LGBTQ fiction have banded together to celebrate the march toward independence around the world!

What’s a blog hop without prizes? A lot less fun, for one thing! Comment on my blog and answer the question for an entry in the Grand Prize drawing, and throw your name in the hat (okay, random number generator) for my prize—a $10 gift certificate to Dreamspinner Press!

I’m the bi mother of a trans lesbian.

Try saying that three times fast! 🙂 In all seriousness, it’s not easy coming out—not for anyone I’ve ever discussed it with, anyway—you never really know how someone will react until the moment they have to. I’ve done it many times over the years, and in many different ways, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is that coming out as a bisexual instantly turns you into a teacher. The same goes for having a child who’s trans. Even a casual reference at an LGBTQ workshop can turn into an extended Q&A session. I guess it’s not surprising, when even respected activists don’t understand what it means to be bi.

While I don’t claim to be speaking for everyone who identifies as bisexual, I’ve talked to quite a few over the years and there are some things we agree on. So here goes—

Bisexuals are not monosexual, meaning we’re emotionally and physically attracted to more than one gender. Sounds simple, but a lot of crazy ideas have been attached to that very simple concept—none of which I’ll repeat here. I’ll just say that someone’s gender identity or expression usually has as much to do with who I’m attracted to as which public washroom their mother told them to use when they were five.

And there you go—this is the only thing that’s different about us. In every other way we’re the same as lesbians and gay men and straight allies. Some of us are kind and some of us are jerks; some of us are faithful to our partners and others aren’t; some of us experience fluidity in our orientation at some point in our lives and just as many don’t. We’re all individuals—some of us are freaky and some are so normal it’ll make your teeth hurt (because of all the cookies they bake for their kids—what did you think I meant?).

I’ve been writing fiction with queer characters either in starring or supporting roles since the 1980s. I didn’t start seeking publication until the mid-90s, but that was still too early for mainstream publishers so most of it was rejected. Some of those stories found homes once I changed or deleted the “objectionable” bits (first as an experiment and later with resignation and not a little bit of rage). I don’t have to do that anymore, and am over the moon with the way attitudes have changed. The internet is home to an amazing and accepting community, and I appreciate all of you who make it that way. We still have a long way to go, but every baby step gives me hope.

One more piece of business—the question. Answer this in one word or less: What part of the LGBTQ alphabet soup applies to me?

Okay, now I’ve finished with the serious part—on to the fun part! I’ve already celebrated one release this summer, and on July 7th I get to do it again. My Amber Allure release A Sunday Kind of Love is the story of Jake, and how his life opens up when he reconnects with his past.

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A Sunday Kind of Love, by Charley Descoteaux

How many second chances can one man expect?

Jake McKynnie, middle-aged jazz musician, has the chops to solo—in every sense of the word. He’s living a lonely life in LA, convinced that’s the best he can expect. DJ, the boy who calls him Dad, turns up the day after his high school graduation like a sucker punch from the past. Could their celebratory trip to the salon be the catalyst for Jake’s duet with the enigmatic stylist, Mason?

Excerpt (Rated R):

Jake ducked back into the salon and almost ran into Antonio. “Thanks for taking care of him on such short notice. You’re the best.”

“You’re right about that.” Antonio kissed Jake’s cheek and leaned back to look at him. “And it was no notice, but who’s counting. You okay?”

Jake ran a shaky hand through his own short hair which, if he were completely honest, felt just that side of shaggy. “Will be. Didn’t expect to see him today.”

“If you need someone to talk to you just call me, honey.” Antonio hugged Jake hard for a short moment and then released him and gave him a significant look. “We’ll get coffee.”

“Hope I didn’t tick off your neighbor by monopolizing his chair.”

Antonio grinned so loudly Jake had to turn away.

“I’m sure Mase didn’t mind. You know he gets all drooly over hard-bodied men with tattoos.” He traced the Celtic braid encircling Jake’s left biceps. “And you have tattoos. Mase! Mason, come over here and tell Jake you don’t mind he grabbed your seat.”

Jake watched Mason stalk across the room and pass Antonio going the other way. Antonio must’ve winked or signaled him somehow because Mason’s step turned slinky as soon as he saw past him to Jake. Mason looked hot all in black, leather pants and a sleeveless shirt that wasn’t quite see-through. He could’ve lost the leather bands around his biceps as far as Jake was concerned, but that was the only fault he could find without more time.

“I don’t remember you grabbing anything.” Mason shamelessly looked Jake over.

They’d met before but Jake didn’t think the other man remembered him from the jazz club. Jake could name the month Mason had started at the salon, but for no reason he wanted to name he’d kept his distance.

Jake shook his head slowly and started walking toward the hall without thinking about it.

“Refresh my memory.” Mason took Jake’s hand and pulled him down the short hallway to the Men’s Room. Just inside the door he turned and pressed Jake against the wall, trapping him there with his body. His mouth began to work on Jake’s neck as his hands kneaded the muscles in his arms and shoulders. “You can grab my hair while you’re fucking my face.”

Thanks for reading, and for visiting my spot on the hop! Don’t forget to answer my question, and then click here or the hop button up top to return to the list and hop on!

Answer in one word or less: What part of the LGBTQ alphabet soup applies to me?

Check out my stop on The Romance Troupe’s Sizzling Summer Blog Hop for another steamy excerpt and another chance to win prizes!

It’s Sunday on Caturday!

Wow, I can hardly believe it’s been over a month since my last snippet from A Sunday Kind of Love! Release day is only a week away, so here’s a steamy bit to whet your appetite.

Now’s the time to click away if you’re not of legal age. Maybe try here instead.

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[Note:  Jake and Mason are still in Antonio’s men’s room, but a few sentences separate the last bit from this one. I’m sure you can figure out the gist of what’s happened in between. If not, please click the link in the bolded, italic sentence above the book cover–that’ll explain it for you.]

Jake tried not to cry out too loudly, but the back of his head did strike the wall hard enough for him to feel it. A scrapper by nature, he’d been blessed with an extraordinarily hard head, so he didn’t lose focus on Mason kneeling in front of him, working on his cock like a pro.

Jake looked down, meaning to grab handfuls of Mason’s hair and speed the pace as much as the other man could stand. And maybe a little more. It had been a long time and though part of him thought he should make it last, the larger part just wanted to feel the back of Mason’s throat again and again. But once he’d seen, Jake could only rest both hands on either side of his part. He watched Mason’s white roots against his red-tipped brown hair. Instead of closing his eyes and thinking about JR, the way he had during every second of sex he’d had for the past fifteen years, he stayed in the moment, with Mason.

Thanks for reading! If you’re visiting on Saturday, hop on over to Seductive Studs & Sirens to find more of the Rainbow Brigade posting snippets of fiction (theirs, or maybe someone else’s); if it’s Sunday, check out Weekend Writing Warriors and the gang on FB at Snippet Sunday! You can check out the Studs & Sirens on Sunday too, but why wait!?

And while you’re running around the tubes, check out my guest spot on Riverina Romantics!

I must be crazy, but I signed up for two blog hops next week! (Yeah, I know, but let’s just move along shall we?) Both run July 4-7, and I’ll have two prizes to give away. The Romance Troupe is hosting the Sizzling Summer Blog Hop and I’ll have a US-only swag prize, and Queertown Abbey is hosting the Equal Rights Blog Hop, and my prize will be US and INT–a $10 gift certificate to Dreamspinner Press!

There’s a lot more coming throughout July–guests and contests and announcements–so stay tuned! 😉

A Saturday Kind of Love

Welcome to my crazy world! Sorry I’m late posting for Seductive Studs & Sirens. (If you’re here for the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia or the Absolutely Erotic Blog Hop you know what to do. :))

So here it is, my snippet (picking up where last week’s left off) and my cover!

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Jake shook his head slowly and started walking toward the hall without thinking about it.

“Refresh my memory.” Mason took Jake’s hand and pulled him down the short hallway to the Men’s Room. Just inside the door he turned and pressed Jake against the wall, trapping him there with his body. His mouth began to work on Jake’s neck as his hands kneaded the muscles in his arms and shoulders. “You can grab my hair while you’re fucking my face.”

Jake slipped his hands up under the soft and filmy fabric of Mason’s shirt and gasped as he found a rock-hard six-pack. Mason looked up and when Jake told him with a quick gesture there’d be no kissing, Mason’s lips returned to Jake’s neck without missing a beat.

Thanks for reading—I hope this week’s snippet feels less of a tease!

This post was brought to you by the letter S (Seductive Studs & Sirens and Snippet Sunday), the letter W (Weekend Writing Warriors), and the hashtag #HAHAT (Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia). I hope you’ll check out every one of them. I can’t promise cookies, but there could be prizes and you will have fun!

Studs and Warriors and Hops, oh my!

This is going to be such a busy weekend, I’m starting it early!

First, here’s my contribution to the snippet-sharing party—as always, brought to you by Seductive Studs & Sirens, Weekend Writing Warriors, and Snippet Sunday!

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This picks up right where last week’s left off. Thanks for reading! 

Jake watched Mason stalk across the room and pass Antonio going the other way. Antonio must’ve winked or signaled him somehow because Mason’s step turned slinky as soon as he saw past him to Jake. Mason looked hot all in black, leather pants and a sleeveless shirt that wasn’t quite see-through. He could’ve lost the leather bands around his biceps as far as Jake was concerned, but that was the only fault he could find without more time.

“I don’t remember you grabbing anything.” Mason shamelessly looked Jake over.

They’d met before but Jake didn’t think the other man remembered him from the jazz club. Jake could name the month Mason had started at the salon, but for no reason he wanted to name he’d kept his distance.

My release date for A Sunday Kind of Love is less than one month away now!  I hope to have more than just the first racy bits to share with you next weekend.

Saturday, May 11, I’ll be featured on Thea Landen’s blog as part of the Absolutely Erotic Blog Hop, and Sunday I’m hosting the awesome J. E. & M. Keep. All you fans of het love should come back and check it out—Fantasy Erotica? Yes, please!

Don’t forget to leave comments at every stop; every one gets you a chance at the Grand Prize!

 

 

 

One step closer to the seduction of my stud!

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It’s that time again, kidlets! Time for LGBTQ authors and bloggers to share the good stuff on Seductive Studs & Sirens Saturday, and Snippet Sunday & Weekend Writing Warriors on Sunday! SS&S is growing, so I’m using that as an excuse to share a little more than 8 sentences this week (it can’t be because I’m too lazy to adjust the punctuation). Hopefully the other groups I’m taking part in will be okay with that.

This snippet picks up exactly where last week’s left off and gets us one step closer to the racy bits. We’re still in Antonio’s salon . . . .

“If you need someone to talk to you just call me, honey.” Antonio hugged Jake hard for a short moment and then released him and gave him a significant look. “We’ll get coffee.”

“Hope I didn’t tick off your neighbor by monopolizing his chair.”

Antonio grinned so loudly Jake had to turn away.

“I’m sure Mase didn’t mind. You know he gets all drooly over hard-bodied men with tattoos.” He traced the Celtic braid encircling Jake’s left biceps. “And you have tattoos. Mase! Mason, come over here and tell Jake you don’t mind he grabbed your seat.”

 

Thanks for reading!

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More weekend fun with Jake!

This week’s snippet picks up where last week’s left off (with a little license to smooth it out & skip parts that won’t make sense until you read from the beginning).

Jake ducked back into the salon and almost ran into Antonio. “Thanks for taking care of him on such short notice, you’re the best.”

“You’re right about that.” Antonio kissed Jake’s cheek and leaned back to look at him. “And it was no notice, but who’s counting. You okay?”

Jake ran a shaky hand through his own short hair which, if he were completely honest, felt just that side of shaggy. “Will be, didn’t expect to see him today.”

I promise, the good stuff is coming soon.  I’ll post 8 sentences every weekend until  A Sunday Kind of Love is released on June 9th!

This snippet has been brought to you by the gentle peer pressure of three groups:

Seductive Studs & Sirens, Weekend Writing Warriors, and Snippet Sundays.

Three wonderful ways for readers and authors to find each other!

Thanks for reading!