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It’s July 3rd, which means my romance with a little side of kink—Curious Sustenance—is on sale! Until midnight Eastern time, get a copy at the Dreamspinner store for $0.99!

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Curious Sustenance is about boundaries, and not only the kind that come with a safe word.

Cover-CuriousSustenanceHe never knew boundaries could be so sexy.

Ross Jenson is looking forward to a little midmorning delight to celebrate making Lifetime in Weight Watchers, but after he spent eight months losing ninety-eight pounds, what his lover gets him is a triple-layer chocolate cake. When Ross refuses to eat it, the newly minted ex leaves the country and dumps him via e-mail, with three sentences and a link to a chubby chasers web site. A few days later, Ross’s best friend and workout buddy takes him to her favorite club for drinks. Ross is shocked when he realizes it’s a sex club but warms to the idea in record time when a mysterious Japanese man and his silken ropes sweep him off his feet. Ross has never thought of himself as adventurous, but he can’t stop thinking about the man who makes his bones feel like gummy worms.

Warnings: This book features a corporate sensitivity trainer with an agenda, an awesome gal-pal, an unconventional sex club, a mysterious Japanese rope artist, and another taste of Portland, Oregon as seen through my twisted mind.


“Do you like pain?”

Ross gasped softly and shook his head.

“I will do nothing meant to cause pain. What is your safe word?”

The question woke Ross up enough to speak. He felt as though he’d stepped into a movie—the atmosphere, this gorgeous man’s extremely careful speech pattern, and his own shocking desire.

“My….” was all he could get out, but it was something.

Shaggy held his eyes for a long moment. The man was an excellent showman; he had the mysterious magician-vibe down. Ross felt himself falling into those dark eyes.

“We will use the traffic signal colors.” Slowly but without hesitation, the man’s fingers began to unbutton Ross’ shirt. “If you feel any discomfort, use them. Yellow and I will slow down. Red and I stop immediately and cut the ropes. Do you understand?”

Ross nodded, and his shirt was unbuttoned. It wasn’t cold in the room, but he shivered as Shaggy’s fingers touched the bare skin of his chest. He walked around behind Ross and spoke in his ear as he drew the soft shirt away from his shoulders and down his arms.

“I want to hear you say the words.”

“Yellow is slow down. Red is stop.”

The man, who Ross found impossible to call Shaggy even in his head, smiled, and Ross worried he wouldn’t be able to remain standing much longer. Nobody had ever looked at him like that, as though he were beautiful and special, and quite possibly delicious. The man draped his shirt over a small velvet chair and turned back to him.

“Yes,” he said, softly so only Ross could hear. He ran his palm slowly across Ross’ chest, from his left shoulder to just below his right nipple. “This will be beautiful.”

Ross barely noticed when Shaggy began working on his belt, his silky voice commanded Ross’ attention as he told him what to expect, talking of gentle pressure and artistry until he whispered a simple sentence and then waited.

“Please step away from your trousers.”

Ross took one step to his left and knew he should’ve been shocked he hadn’t noticed his boots coming off, but it was much nicer to watch as Shaggy folded his slacks and laid them on the chair. He bent over and dipped his hand into a bag the same color as the border of the Oriental rug they stood on, and Ross sighed at the view. The man had a beautiful, almost heart-shaped ass, and his slacks were tight enough to show it off amazingly well.

Shaggy showed him a shiny object, not quite a pair of scissors, and told him, “If you say red, this will cut the ropes. You will be free in moments.” He placed it on the floor near a little round stool on wheels, directly in the light.

It looked macabre sitting there gleaming while Ross stood on a fancy rug in only his gray boxer-briefs. For a moment, Ross considered what was happening and that there were at least a half-dozen other people in the room, but then Shaggy turned back around and fixed him with those dark eyes again. If it were physically possible, he’d be a puddle on the floor at his feet.

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A “little” invitation…

 7f2a6-long_seductivesns_rednblackWelcome to my snippet. Hope you’re all enjoying the weekend!

If you’re looking for my Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia post (and it’s still May 24th PST), click here or scroll. Or, you could hang out for a second and then click or scroll.

I’ll contact my #HAHAT winner on Sunday. Thanks so much to everyone who worked to organize and promote the hop, and to everyone who visited and commented on all the wonderful posts.

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Here’s one more from Curious Sustenance. Next week I’ll post a little tease from “Not the Doctor”, to celebrate its release on June 1st!

I’ve skipped a little since last week’s (which is here). Ross is still in the hotel room, on the phone with Miles. Ross’ “reason” for calling was to discuss plans for his mother’s birthday present and Miles just asked if Ross has any pictures of her backyard.


“If you’re free, I don’t have anything planned this evening. If you brought them over, I could show you some designs and we could get started. Or I could come to you.”

Ross’s dick perked right up and only got harder after he answered. “I’m out of town tonight.” Apparently, Little Ross wanted him to jump in the car and head north immediately.


Did he sound disappointed?

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to check out the other snippets. If LGBT fiction is your thing, visit Seductive Studs & Sirens, for a grab-bag of great fiction visit Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.

If you’re around on Saturday afternoon (May 24th at 5 PST), drop by Queer Town Alley’s Anniversary Party on Facebook. I’m a featured author and will give away a copy of Curious Sustenance and try to have a little fun. Hope to see you there!


Dive right in!



Welcome to my snippet!

If you’re looking for my Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia post, click here or scroll. Or, you could hang out for a second and then click or scroll.

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This week’s snippet is from my kinky little rope story Curious Sustenance. Ross is staying in a hotel in Salem after giving a presentation on trans-inclusive healthcare to a roomful of managers at a state government agency. As Ross would say, he’s self-medicating by jumping into the chocolate fountain. 🙂

It wasn’t cold in the room, but he reclined on the king-sized bed under a mountain of blankets, laptop open beside him. He held his phone in one hand, Miles’s card in the other. After a long silence during which he repeated almost every shred of positive self-talk he’d ever heard, he dialed.

Miles sounded out of breath when he answered.

“Hi. Um, I hope this isn’t a bad time. This is Ross.”

“Hi, Ross.”

Oh, shit, that voice could melt butter. Or fry an egg.

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to check out the other snippets. If LGBT fiction is your thing, visit Seductive Studs & Sirens, for a grab-bag of great fiction visit Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.

While you’re at it you might want to check out some of the 130 entries in this year’s Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia. My prize is a $10 Gift Certificate to Dreamspinner Press! Get there by clicking the pretty icon below.

Gay Romance University 103, and a pre-order announcement!

900x1350_150DPI_Mended-FSThe Mended anthology is up for pre-order!

This is a Daily Dose, so you’ll get a story delivered automatically to your bookshelf each day in June, including “Not the Doctor” by yours truly! And it’s on sale too. 🙂

Pre-orders in April are just $39.99, so don’t wait. In May it goes up to $49.99
Beginning June 1, stories will be available individually as priced or as a bulk package for $64.99.

Click the book cover to read blurbs from all 30 stories!

CuriousSustenance_headerbannerAs if that wasn’t enough for one Thursday, the lovely Lou Sylvre is discussing Curious Sustenance as part of her Gay Romance University series! Check it out here:

And the Spring Fling Blog Hop is still going strong. Click here for your chance at all the prizes! 🙂

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A racy little snippet…

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Hello and welcome to the weekend!

This term I have a Saturday class, so that means I’ll be later than usual getting around to everyone’s snippets and answering comments. Hopefully I won’t be completely drenched tomorrow, it’s supposed to be wet and breezy. 🙂

I’ve submitted my Love’s Landscapes story, so no more from Theo and Ben until The Broken Cup is published. Which left me with a hard decision—which story to share, and what kind of snippet. The title of this post says it all.

Okay, not quite all. This is a bit from Curious Sustenance, the first time Ross and Miles meet, at the club. Shaggy is the pseudonym Miles uses at the club, and he’s just bound Ross with a robe corset.

He’d completed the spine just past Ross’s belly button when Shaggy’s arm brushed against his cock. Ross moaned and his legs threatened to buckle, but he managed to keep his feet. Immediately after the last loop was formed, Ross felt himself gently lowered onto a velvet fainting couch. Shaggy placed him on his side and drew both arms up over his head. He didn’t hold Ross’s hands there but kept a gentle grip on his wrists.

By then Ross’s cock throbbed, and he panted out each breath, the ropes creating such beautiful sensations, he had no desire to think around them. Every movement rubbed the last knot across the tip of his erection. It was purely reflex—by then Ross was beyond thinking past the silky ropes and the gentle hands on his wrists—but when Ross pulled one knee up toward his body, the added friction caressed his cock and he curled into a ball, sighing as he came.

Thanks for reading!

Next week I’ll be participating in the Spring Fling Blog Hop, but will have a snippet to share along with a prize.

Don’t forget to sample the other snippets at Seductive Studs & Sirens, Weekend Writing Warriors, and Snippet Sunday.

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Dedications, or Exposing My Agenda

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Welcome to another installment of my TMI blog posts. This one is timely, because I haven’t figured out what to do with the dedication page of my first novel. I have time, it won’t be released until later this summer, but since i have exactly zero ideas that doesn’t seem like much!

I never know quite what to do with the dedication page—which is a strange way to phrase it since Curious Sustenance is only the fourth book I’ve had this “problem” with—but there it is.

This time I wanted to dedicate the book to my daughter, and that meant I had to talk to her about it first. It can be a little surreal talking to her about my stories anyway, even though she’s in her mid-twenties, but I still do. She’s been my cheerleader, beta reader, and sounding board since the beginning, and even though she does less reading for me in this genre, I probably wouldn’t be where I am right now without her.

She also had a heavy influence on this story in particular. Ross Jenson, the main character, has an agenda that’s near and dear to my heart: trans-inclusive health care in the workplace. The City of Portland added trans-inclusive healthcare for all City workers not too long ago but it doesn’t seem to have caught on in the private sector—here or anywhere else. While many activists are celebrating same-sex weddings and the benefits that come along with them, the trans community is paying out of pocket for all of their health care. I try to celebrate every baby step, but that’s a challenge when it’s your child who’s struggling.

Curious Sustenance isn’t too politically-charged, but Ross’s dedication to his agenda is an important part of who he is. He wants life to be fair for everyone, and isn’t afraid to do the work himself. I like to think he gets that from me but he probably gets it from my daughter. The dedication says it all:

To Carin, the bravest person I know—daughter, cheerleader, caller of bullshit, and creator of plots and agendas. Thanks, Kiddo.

Here’s an excerpt that shows Ross’s agenda helping his life along in a surprising way. He’s in Powell’s to get a few books to help with a presentation on trans healthcare and why it makes sense for employers, and gets a little more than he’d expected.


He found the books on the second floor, in the purple room, and then headed down to the orange section and the cookbooks. Almost everyone he’d met in Weight Watchers had gone to the internet for their recipes, but Ross was old-fashioned in that he preferred to hold a cookbook in his hands. Cooking was such a tactile activity and, if he were to be honest, cooking healthy food wasn’t always stimulating to his senses. Janet knew her way around the kitchen, but he was still getting used to not being able to run out for Thai food or have a pizza delivered any given day of the week. If he didn’t get back into cooking soon, he’d be sure to undo everything.

The realization that he was more interested in the club he’d been to last weekend than wondering if Brad was back yet or if he’d been with anyone while he was away—because of course he had been—straightened his back and forced out what he considered his “ah-ha” sound. He moved farther down the aisle and sensed someone to his left. Instead of bumping into them, he turned to look and came face-to-face with the mysterious rope artist. Ross just stood there with his mouth open, suddenly very aware of his torso and points south that woke right up. A strange thought raced through his mind, that maybe he should act as though they’d never met, that it was somehow against the rules to say hello without permission. But the face in front of him appeared to mirror what he felt in that moment. And not only the surprise.

After a few tense moments, Ross was able to close his mouth, and his movement seemed to break the spell.


Ross took the offered hand and smiled. “Ross.”

They both started to speak at once, but Ross smiled and nodded for Miles to go ahead.

He shook his head helplessly and returned the smile. “I’m looking for a birthday present for my sister. Um, have you found anything good?”

“Well, what does she like to cook?”

Miles frowned the tiniest bit, and Ross waited for aliens to land on the roof or the cacophony society to stroll through the store. Christmas had been almost four weeks earlier, but neither would be any more unexpected than finding the one person he’d been thinking about right there in front of him. And speaking as though they were any two men. Nothing odd about meeting in the diabetic cooking section of Powell’s. Ross tried to be sly and look him over—jeans, a T-shirt, and light jacket would have to reveal more than his suit had—but soon realized he was failing miserably and stopped before he got caught. Although, getting caught might not be the worst thing. Maybe he’d have to be punished—


Sensitive Topics

Before my last release I planned a tour, contacted a lot of amazing and wonderful bloggers, and worked up a boatload of blog posts. I placed a lot of those posts, but I hesitated to send some of them out. I wasn’t sure if anyone wanted to read about sensitive or overly personal things, and to be honest I was a little afraid to go too far. This morning I decided to archive some older files to make room in my Dropbox for upcoming releases and new projects and found the post below, which inspired me to share some of those posts here. Hopefully none of them are overly TMI.

The first one is about boundaries. Next Monday I’ll be hosting the lovely and sweet Raine O’Tierney, and on March 31st will talk about the dedication for my Romance with a side of kink, Curious Sustenance. Somewhere in there I’ll be another year older so I may work in a little giveaway. You know, just to take my mind off that whole birthday thing. 🙂


Curious Sustenance is a love story with a side of kink. It’s meant to be hopeful and happy, and sexy besides—but it’s also a story about boundaries. Boundaries can be sexy, but they can also be scary. Setting boundaries could mean telling someone no. Having boundaries means sticking up for yourself, maybe even against someone you expect to be on your side.

My main character, Ross Jenson, would be shocked if anyone told him he lacked self-esteem. He’s been out and politically active since high school and even though he spent most of his life overweight he’s always had an easy time making and keeping friends, and his family all accept and love him unconditionally. The one area he didn’t flit through effortlessly was his love life. He went out on some dates and had a couple of short-term relationships through the years, but spent most of his free time with his family (both kinds) and doing volunteer work. So when a handsome, ripped, well-dressed man approached him at The Bite of Portland it never occurred to him to say no, to question whether Brad was good enough for him. Brad asked him out and that quickly became a habit: Brad asks; Ross does.

Some people don’t see their own worth and are tempted to load up at the beginning of the buffet, before they see all the choices available to them. Ross was one of those people, until he met Miles. Once he saw Miles, Ross realized that in his love life he’d done the equivalent of filling up on bread. I love bread, but it is not as good as diving into the chocolate fountain and indulging in something we truly desire.

Okay, now I’m hungry!

Seriously, though, too many people don’t understand their own worth and are prone to taking what’s offered instead of choosing what they want and need. It’s not easy to stand up for yourself, and sometimes it doesn’t even work when you try. But don’t give up, or think you’re not worth the effort, because everyone should be happy.

If you’d like to see how Ross managed it, click the banner below to read an excerpt or pick up your copy.


I’m the guest!

CuriousSustenance_headerbannerI’m over at Shae Connor’s place, talking about the Japanese Internment and how it played a small part in my kinky little Romance, Curious Sustenance. I brought an exclusive excerpt–the first one from Miles’ point of view. Hope you like it!


The Power of Love Valentine’s Day Blog Hop!

Welcome to The Power of Love Blog Hop! I’m glad you stopped by to help us celebrate Valentine’s day, M/M style. Once you’ve looked around my place, don’t forget to check out the other stops. You can get to the list by clicking the graphic above, or the button at the end of my post.

What do you get for all that reading & clicking? My prize will go to someone in the US who answers my question and chooses between chain, parachute cord, or ribbon. (To hang your pendant on, of course! What did you think I meant?)

If the random number generator chooses an INT hopper, they’ll get $10 to ARe or Amazon!

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Those are three words I haven’t said much in my lifetime. Even when I was young, I didn’t feel like this holiday was for me…and now I usually mark it by starting my annual search for Cadbury Creme Eggs.

But this hop isn’t about me, it’s about Love and Romance. Most of my heroes are older, or otherwise don’t fit into the standard Romance Hero mold. I have a soft spot for the guys who, for whatever reason, made it into their thirties (or forties, or beyond) without finding The One. It feels strange for me to consider a man in his late thirties an older man but in Male-Male Romance, that’s practically ancient. Maybe I’m looking in all the wrong places, but in most of the books I find the heroes top-out in their early thirties—if that.

In the 21st Century, the general wisdom is that everyone spends their teen years figuring out what kind of love they’re after, armed with all the info on the internet. I think some people have a hard time believing a man wouldn’t know who he was—that he wanted to spend his life with another man, or two men, or maybe a man and/or a woman—by the time he graduated from high school. Another assumption is that everyone goes to college, finds acceptance with the family of their heart, and tromps happily-ever-forward to find The One. All by the age of 22. No pressure.

I’m not saying it doesn’t happen in real life but I can tell you, a lot of people aren’t driven to find someone to settle down with (or even mess around with) during their teens and early twenties. A lot of people don’t spend their time watching internet porn and learning how the logistics go, or navel-gazing about what their type is. I have nothing against internet porn or navel-gazing (if you could only see my cache…) but I don’t want to write about people who are overachievers in matters of the heart. I think it’s more interesting to write about the folks who don’t perfectly execute their carefully planned lives.

Take Ross and Miles from Curious Sustenance; Ross spent most of his life overweight, in part because his focus was on his activism and not on himself, and Miles had to overcome a deep sense of failure that wasn’t even his own. They both pursued their dreams and had full lives with friends, family and fulfilling work, but both felt like something was missing…until they found each other. They’re both in their late thirties and I think they’re pretty sexy.

Cover-CuriousSustenanceRoss Jenson is looking forward to a little midmorning delight to celebrate making Lifetime in Weight Watchers, but after he spent eight months losing ninety-eight pounds, what his lover gets him is a triple-layer chocolate cake. When Ross refuses to eat it, the newly minted ex leaves the country and dumps him via e-mail, with three sentences and a link to a chubby chasers web site. A few days later, Ross’s best friend and workout buddy takes him to her favorite club for drinks. Ross is shocked when he realizes it’s a sex club but warms to the idea in record time when a mysterious Japanese man and his silken ropes sweep him off his feet. Ross has never thought of himself as adventurous, but he can’t stop thinking about the man who makes his bones feel like gummy worms.

In this excerpt, Ross and Miles ran into each other at Powell’s City of Books and went to the cafe for coffee. “Shaggy” is the pseudonym Miles uses at the club.

“So, Shaggy? How’d that happen?”

Miles half turned toward Ross. He’d been looking up at the second-floor windows across the street just as Ross had and now looked a little pale.

“Sorry. I mean, if that’s supposed to be secret, or— Ah, never mind.” Ross sipped his coffee, but his throat didn’t feel capable of letting it pass. He almost spit it all against the window in front of him when Miles leaned closer.

“It’s a nickname I got in middle school. My last name is Shigihara, so you can see how very imaginative it was.” He raised an eyebrow and sipped his coffee, eyes smiling above the rim of the cup. “But it turned out to be strangely appropriate. I’ve never been afraid of running into any of those people at the club, but maybe I should think about that.”

“So you were a big fan of sandwiches?” A part of Ross cringed inside his head, but for once, he was able to shut that guy up and have a little fun.

The look Miles shot Ross before he took another drink said he’d never heard that one before.

Before he could answer, Ross moved on, pretty smoothly considering his nerve endings seemed to be reaching out to the gorgeous man whose elbow was so close it touched his arm whenever they both exhaled at the same time.

“Let me guess—you were named for Buddy Miles?”

It was Miles’s turn to narrowly escape painting the window with his coffee. He nodded as he coughed, and Ross expended a lot of energy resisting the urge to pat his back. Or grab his hair and pull his head back so he could lick a line up his throat and nuzzle that fledgling beard.


“Oh, sorry, what?”

“I said most people guess Miles Davis and asked if you like Buddy Miles.”

“Oh, um, my sister has the Band of Gypsys album, and I think she used it to play me to sleep when I was little. Every time I hear a cut from that album, I get sleepy.”

Miles nodded and sipped carefully.

Ross felt impossibly proud that his silly guess turned out to be right. So much for thinking before speaking, it didn’t seem to be the absolute after all. He watched as Miles sipped his coffee, his eyes wandering again to the window across the street.

“So what do you do? When you’re not….”

Sweeping people off their feet with your smoky gaze and tapestry bag of silken rope.

Thanks for reading!

If you’ve made it this far you deserve something pretty to look at, so here you go!

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One more bit of housekeeping and I’ll let you get on your way to the rest of the stops on The Power of Love hop! What album makes Ross feel sleepy? (Hint: scroll up)

Do you have a song or album that gets you in a particular mood?  Share! Mine is Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon (it really mellows me out).

The hop runs through Feb. 16th and I’ll contact my winner by Tuesday the 18th. If I don’t hear back within 48 hours I’ll choose another winner–by random number generator. 🙂

Another kind of HEA?

CuriousSustenance_headerbannerI hope you’re all keeping warm and dry!

Today I’m visiting ARe Cafe with a giveaway and a short and sweet post about something very sweet! Hope to see you there!

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