A Friday the 13th inspired snippet…

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This week I’m excerpting from my newly re-released story The Pinch of the Game. I was going to have a flash sale only on Friday the 13th, but I think I’ll extend it through the weekend, just because I can. It’s one of the perks of being 100% self-published—I get to decide when my books are on sale. 😊 I also get to decide where they’re on sale & this one is only on PayHip through September!

Pinch was written in 2015, after a conversation with two readers and a flash fiction contest. I was chatting with a couple of readers about books we’d read lately, and about our love for action and paranormal, and one of them said she really wanted books where the romance was a subplot. So that’s what this is. It’s an action noir with a little love and sex on the side.

In this snip, we’re in a Motel6 in Michael’s POV and our two heroes indulged in some sexy-times that ended with Michael handcuffed to the TV. Two baddies burst in and did some big magick on Jeffrey while Michael had to hang out and watch. The little girl referenced is the one who did the magick. “Sally” is Sal, the owner of the card club who’d sent Michael to bring Jeffrey to him for a “meeting” about his magickal winning streak and Bennie is one of his goombahs.

Sorry about all the names, and the length, I just really wanted to post this snip. 😊


I stopped trying to get loose. Benny froze too, and for no reason that made sense, he looked like he was waiting for a field goal to sail sixty yards and split the uprights. The smile that crawled across his face made me wish I could take a step back through the wall and disappear.

“You did it.”

“Of course I did it, dumbshit.” It was Jeff’s voice—his honeyed voice that I never should’ve listened to—but the little girl’s words. Not-Jeff stood and stretched, ran both hands over his chest and ass. He gave his dick a squeeze through his jeans and laughed. “Fuck yeah, I did it.”

Benny was on his way toward me, gun in hand, when not-Jeff stopped laughing.

“Leave him. A maid will find him in the morning, with his pecker hanging out, with her. He’ll get locked up, and Sally will take care of things when it suits him.”


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Cover art with buy linkBeing a witch doesn’t mean one can beat the devil forever.

Jeffrey Overton, unemployed IT professional turned poker player, pushes his luck once too often and runs afoul of the host of an illegal card club. The man sent to escort Jeffrey to a “meeting” about his supernatural winning streak arrives at Jeffrey’s crappy North Portland apartment, lock-picking tools in hand and a charm to block Jeffrey’s magick.

Head muscle for said host, Mike Wells, is a Daisy from Daisyville. He isn’t a witch. What he lacks in magickal talent he makes up for in brawn, so he doesn’t expect the guy he’s after to overpower him. But once Mike renders Jeffrey helpless, he’d rather seduce him than bring him in.

Jeffrey and Michael ditch the “meeting” and end up hunting some of the same people they ran from, trying to get Jeffrey back into his own body. And that’s only part of the adventure. The pair travel halfway across the country on the quietest road trip in history and find missing people, empire-building witches, and maybe even the families they’d both thought lost to them.

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A sweet little snippet…

Hello & thanks for visiting my snippet! I spent last weekend working so this is my long weekend—four days of, well, so far mostly of doing errands and trying to get my vehicle diagnosed. But I’m done with that for now & am going to do my best to relax a little bit over the next couple of days.

I decided to snip from my MM Romance Directing Traffic today mainly because I got some good news from my bloodwork—quitting diet soda & cutting WAY back on red meat has resulted in a significant reduction in all of my cholesterol levels! I’m super stoked, because after six months I still really miss Diet Dew. But it’s working, so I’ll keep doing what I’ve been doing. If I’m really lucky I won’t have any more injuries for a while & will be able to start exercising again too!

The point is that hopefully I won’t be having a heart attack anytime soon—like one of the characters in the story.

But, none of that is what you came here for. This snippet takes place right outside the main character’s hotel room. Neil is visiting the coast to complete a ritual that he and his deceased lover used to do on their yearly vacations. Ben is Neil’s best friend, and maybe it’s obvious but Ty is the love interest. The first line is Ben’s.


“I know what you’re doing out here, you’re wallowing and—”

Ty poked his head out the door, gave Ben an appraising look, and then disappeared back inside. The door didn’t close.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“I hope for your sake that it’s exactly what it looks like.” Ben grabbed Neil’s shoulders in his hands and squeezed gently; his dark eyes, that had been full of alarm moments ago, showed only encouragement and love. Ben sighed and then clapped Neil’s shoulders and wiggled his eyebrows. “You enjoy that sweet little cupcake and call me tomorrow.”


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Directing Traffic CoverA new love was the last thing on his mind . . .

Neil Sedwick expects to spend his vacation in a sleepy tourist trap mourning his late partner’s death. Instead, he puts his recently acquired CPR certificate to use and saves an elderly resident’s life. But it’s the survivor’s nephew, sexy middle-school teacher Ty Bigelow, who causes Neil to reevaluate his routine and consider reopening his heart.

Though the electricity between them is undeniable, Ty is struggling with his own feelings of inadequacy, and Neil is moored to the past. Even the healing peace of an old man’s garden and the ever-changing waters of the Oregon coast may not be enough to prepare Neil to overcome a crisis of the heart.


Have a lovely weekend!


Caturday heat!


Happy Caturday!

I missed snippeting last week, so it’s been on my To Do list with a big star beside it. With all that build-up (even if nobody knew about it but me) i couldn’t post just any old thing, so here’s something with a little heat.


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Intro:  Neil’s best friend interrupted his tryst in the hotel room, and has just left. If you’re in the mood for a refresher, click here.

Neil took Ty gently by the shoulders and stepped close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. A shiver ran through Ty’s body and Neil moved closer still, pressing against him. Neil pulled back abruptly, and Ty had to take a step forward to keep his balance. Neil pulled his polo shirt over his head and tossed it toward a chair.                   

A dreamy fog stole everything from Neil’s world except the soft lips against his and the hard body beneath his hands. When he felt the bed against the back of his legs, he fought to stay upright, close to those lips, but found himself on his back anyway. Neil reached down but hands were already opening his shorts. He opened his eyes and watched as Ty pushed his own shorts off and moved onto the bed.

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No-no-no-no—Nobody’s fault but mine . . .

Sorry this is late going up! My excuse is that i started a new term and am not used to having a Friday evening class. Which, as excuses go, ain’t too shabby—but we all know about excuses.

This week’s snippet continues my supporting-cast theme—Ray from Directing Traffic. This is the first time Neil and Ray meet—after the time Neil saved his life, that is. They’re in Ray’s backyard and Ty’s just gone inside for iced tea. I took some liberties with punctuation on this one, so if it reads strangely it’s my fault, not my editor’s!

Update: Maybe i was a little light on the intro for this one! 🙂

Ray is Ty’s uncle, in his late 60s, a few days earlier he had a heart attack on the main drag of the little beach town where they live and Neil saved his life. Ray’s been like a father to Ty and is feeling his mortalityplus, he’s a scrappy old dude and doesn’t bother censoring himself when he’s with people he likes.

Catch up with Directing Trafficpast snippets can be found here or you can get the whole story by clicking the banner below.

“I can’t begin to thank you, son. Ty told me what it cost you to help me. Wouldn’t have blamed you if you couldn’t have, but I’m damned glad you did.”

Neil nodded and tried to smile—he was aware it shook, but aside from pain in his throat, he weathered the familiar tide of emotions better than he would’ve thought—when he regained his composure, Ray released his hand.

“Ty’s a good man, just a little lost right now. He’s never talked about anyone to me before. At all—and I know he’s had plenty. Boy was a bit of a slut in his youth but managed to pass through that phase unscathed—he needs a steady hand and a big heart, that’s all.”

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Late summer lovin’


Happy Caturday, everyone!

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Ben was such a hit I decided to bring him back for an encore. This bit is a day later than the last one, which you can find here.

Intro: Neil’s on foot in search of food when Ben calls, looking for the scoop on the sweet little cupcake he caught a glimpse of. The preceding dialogue has Neil confessing to over-imbibing the night before and then quickly asking how things are in Portland.

Ben laughed, forcing Neil to move the phone away from his ear. “SOS. Tell me, where’d you find a piece like that in such a sleepy little tourist trap?”

“His uncle had a heart attack on the main drag.”

“Oh geez, are you okay?”

“I guess … still a little fuzzy from the Pinot Gris.”

“Snack cakes for lunch and snooty wine for dinner. Way to go, Wicki, it’s about time.”


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Photo: Cannon Beach, a.k.a. Long Sands Beach, Oregon. Taken by Yours Truly, Sept 10, 2013.

Caturday cupcake!

Hey everyone, Happy Caturday!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted from Directing Traffic so i thought i’d introduce the snippet crowd to one of my favorite supporting characters, Ben Moros. He’s Neil’s best friend, and besides being gorgeous he’s also a cool guy.

This takes place shortly after Neil and Ty’s lunch and flirty game of pool (read about it here). They were just getting comfortable in Neil’s hotel room when someone tracked down his best friend (who, if you remember, had left Portland without telling anyone where he was going). Ben and Neil are standing outside the room for this exchange. The first dialogue is Neil’s, in case it isn’t clear.

Ty poked his head out the door, gave Ben an appraising look, and then disappeared back inside; the door didn’t close.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“I hope for your sake that it’s exactly what it looks like.” Ben grabbed Neil’s shoulders in his hands and squeezed gently; his dark eyes, that had been full of alarm moments ago, showed only encouragement and love. Ben sighed and then clapped Neil’s shoulders and wiggled his eyebrows. “You enjoy that sweet little cupcake and call me tomorrow.”

Ben sprinted the length of the hall that was more like a porch, and Neil listened to him thunk down the old wooden staircase. Moments later, Ben’s little green Mustang zipped out of the parking lot—his arm raised out the driver’s side window and flashing the thumbs-up sign.


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I’m the guest!

Happy Monday everyone!

Today i’m visiting Brynn Stein’s blog, talking about why i chose the Oregon coast as the setting for my sexy gay Romance. While you’re there take a look around–Brynn has some weekly features that are a lot of fun and open to everyone!


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While you’re entering for the Grand Prizes, you’re also entering for my giveaway (US & INT)–a copy of my hot new M/M Erotic Romance from Dreamspinner Press, Directing Traffic!

The theme of the hop is sizzling, sultry, smexy scenes so I’m going to share one from Directing Traffic. I hope you enjoy it!

Directing Traffic, by Charley Descoteaux

A new love was the last thing on his mind . . .

Neil Sedwick expects to spend his vacation in a sleepy tourist trap mourning his late partner’s death. Instead, he puts his recently acquired CPR certificate to use and saves an elderly resident’s life. But it’s the survivor’s nephew, sexy middle-school teacher Ty Bigelow, who causes Neil to reevaluate his routine and consider reopening his heart.


Neil stood outside the little cafe and read the sign advertising burgers, beer, and fun. He thought that to be an overly optimistic—possibly even arrogant—claim, but went in anyway. Ty sat at a table in the far corner on the other side of a pool table. Two boys, who looked barely legal, did more laughing than shooting as Neil went to sit across from Ty.

“I didn’t know this place had a pool table,” said Neil after they’d said their hellos and thank-you-for-comings.

“Do you play?” Ty sat up a little straighter and smiled wider.

“Not for a while. And I never was very good.”

“Neither am I. We should play after lunch.”

The waitress came and took their orders. They chatted about the beach and how much the little town had changed over the past few years. It turned out they’d both taken their vacations there since well before the gentrification started and agreed the project had robbed the town of much of its charm.

“But we keep coming back anyway,” said Ty, dragging his last fry through the mixed ketchup and grease on his plate.

Neil wondered how he stayed so slender if he ate like that. He finished the last few bites of his Caesar salad and thought how unhappy Julius would be to see what this dive had done to his namesake entrée.

“Um, yeah, I guess. The beach is nice, though, and clears out pretty quickly once the kids go back to school.”

“How about a game?” Ty jumped up and started racking the table.

Neil wondered if he’d really seen a shadow pass across Ty’s face at the mention of kids and school. He was probably—straight, married, or both—worried about his uncle.

“I don’t want to keep you if—”

“You’d be doing me a favor. Once I leave here, I have no plans. Idle hands and all that.” Ty grinned and sauntered over to the rack on the wall.

Neil literally shook his head to remind himself where he was and that he really shouldn’t stare at this kid he’d just met, especially not his ass, and then forced himself across the little room to choose a cue. If that perfect round bottom had been created by burgers and fries, maybe he should reconsider his own eating habits. He was a little uncomfortable bending over the table with Ty standing right there watching, but his break probably wouldn’t have been any better had he been standing anywhere else.

Neil had felt a static tension in the room as soon as he reached the table, and as they played it only got worse. And all that bending over and thoughtful lining-up of shots that were missed by miles didn’t help.

They each had two balls left on the table, and Ty asked if Neil wanted to make it more interesting.

Neil laughed. “Not sure I can handle more interesting. But what do you have in mind?”

“Loser buys dinner.”

Ty bent over to line up his shot and his tank top draped over the table, giving Neil a prime view of Ty’s tanned chest and a tease of muscular stomach. Ty missed an easy bank shot.

“Or I can get it after I win.” Neil sank the two ball in the side, and then bumped a stripe in for Ty along with the six ball. As he lined up the eight ball, Neil realized what he’d done. He’d just asked this young guy out to dinner. He’d never asked anyone out before, not once, and this seemed as though he’d done it behind his own back. His hands shook enough to ensure the cue ball followed the eight straight into the pocket.

Ty laughed. His laugh made Neil grin, even through the burning blush he was sure encompassed his entire face, neck, and most of his chest.

“I warned you I wasn’t very good.”

Ty shook his head. “You weren’t kidding.” He replaced his cue in the rack, and maybe he was a little pale when he turned back around. “You don’t have to—”

“You’re suggesting I welch?”

Ty’s grin returned fast, forcing Neil to wonder again about his age. When he grinned like that, he looked almost as old as Neil himself, who wasn’t quite ready to admit he was pushing forty. But when he turned away from the cue rack, he seemed barely old enough to be in the bar. Ty raised an eyebrow, and Neil realized he’d been staring.

“Where would you like to eat?”

“You’re buying, so you decide.”

“My hotel has a restaurant next door. I’m not sure if it’s any good….”

“Sounds fine to me.”

Neil smiled and nodded, and they agreed on a time. When Neil left the cafe, Ty walked alongside him. They continued in a companionable silence to the end of the main drag. Neil expected him to drop away at any time, stunned by the realization he didn’t want that to happen. Ty kept walking with him, his flip-flops matching every step of Neil’s canvas deck shoes.

They reached the hotel, and Ty said softly, “Food’s good here.”

Neil glanced at Ty and then started up the weathered wood staircase to his room, holding his breath. He slowly let it out when he heard the slap of Ty’s flip-flops behind him. Neil’s hand shook the tiniest bit as he swiped his key card and opened the door. He hesitated, and Ty brushed past him into the room. Neil flinched away from the jolt he got when their arms touched.

Neil closed and locked the door and Ty was right there, his auburn curls shivering with his quiet laughter. Close up, his hazel-green eyes were even more beautiful than from across the table, and before Neil was able to think past them, Ty’s hands were on his chest and one snaked up into his hair.

Just before Ty’s mouth found Neil’s, he whispered one word that made Neil smile too. “Electricity.”

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It’s release day!

If you’re looking for my post on the Dirty Birdies Flock Hop either scroll (just a little, honest) or click here.

In other news–my second novella is officially released so now I’m an honest-to-goodness Dreamspinner Press author! I want to take a moment to thank every one of you who’ve been supportive–all of your comments and commiseration and sharing and every time you-all made me laugh . . . you’re very much appreciated!

Now back to the happy-dancing!

Cover! I’m so excited for everyone to get Neil’s whole story–he’s even gotten a good review on Goodreads.

For the story behind the story, visit the lovely and talented Anne Lange’s blog–today I’m interviewing Neil’s best friend Ben. They’ve been friends since the seventh grade, so he has the inside scoop and may end up with a story of his own (if I can ever get him to cooperate!).

Eye Candy, Dirty Birdies Style!

Welcome to my stop on the Dirty Birdies Flock Hop! Our theme is Eye Candy—and after I take care of some business I’ll get less literal about that. 😉

Thanks to the Dirty Birdies for organizing the hop, and for making it so convenient for me (because that was the motivation). The hop runs June 25-27 and over 50 authors and bloggers of all kinds of fiction are posting about eye candy and offering individual prizes, and the Dirty Birdies also have a Grand Prize $100 Gift Card for a lucky commenter.

My US-only prize is a Read at the Beach swag pack. I thought about what I like to have with me while I read at the beach and included as much of that as I could. I can’t ship the winner a beach umbrella, though, sorry! I will ship everything you see here—a small tote bag, drink cooler, bookmark, sticky notes, pen, and chocolate.

My International prize is a copy of Directing Traffic in your choice of format.

See the end of the post for how to enter.

The theme Eye Candy is wide-open, but my mind went first to the kind of hunks I write about—so, the kind of guys who are more cute and sweet than hot and hunky. I’m old, so I tend to be more impressed with personality and how someone treats others than by a pretty face. Like the guy who changed my oil recently—he wasn’t what you’d call beautiful, but cute, definitely. He went out of his way to be nice to me, and I have to say that was pretty sexy (plus, he’s Latino and I have a huge weakness in that direction).

That said, I do drool over the hotness (and then hoard it on Pinterest to drool over again later). I love all kinds of men, tall and short, furry and sleek, muscled and slender. What about you, what’s your favorite flavor of eye candy?

Do you like yours sweet and dreamy?

Or maybe with a bit of an edge?

I’m a sucker for a man who can dance and is secure enough to rock a teeny tiny outfit.

But sometimes all they have to do is stand there and I’m happy.

Never could resist a man who reads.

My guys in Directing Traffic don’t read beyond newspapers and a menu or two, but I think they’re irresistible anyway. Here’s a short excerpt of their first meeting. Visit me on the Cup O’ Porn blog on the 27th for a longer (and sexier) excerpt, and another contest! For their Thursday Things feature, I’ll talk about the thing I wish I had and the thing I’m giving away. 😉

Cover!Directing Traffic by Charley Descoteaux

Neil Sedwick expects to spend his vacation in a sleepy tourist trap mourning his late partner’s death. Instead, he puts his recently acquired CPR certificate to use and saves an elderly resident’s life. But it’s the survivor’s nephew, sexy middle-school teacher Ty Bigelow, who causes Neil to reevaluate his routine and consider reopening his heart. 


When he finally emerged from the room, Neil wasn’t very hungry and didn’t feel like walking on the beach, so he thought he’d go to the local information center and find a hiking trail. The little beach community sat between the ocean and the Coast Range, so he shouldn’t have to go far. He’d almost made it to the end of the block when someone called to him.

“Neil? Um, it’s Neil, right?”

The young man with the auburn curls walked up to him, looking as though he wanted to run but was holding himself back through a great force of will. Or maybe Neil still felt melancholy from his run-in with The Happy Couple and was projecting.

Neil nodded. “You were there the other day, when…. How is he?”

“He’s good. He’ll be fine, really, thanks to you. That’s why I’m here. I’m not a stalker—I got your information from the police. I wanted to say thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Neil smiled. “I’m glad I could help.”

“And, I mean, since you saved his life and all, I’d like to know, can I take you to dinner tonight?”

Neil’s heart started hammering in his chest. This young, sexy man wanted to take him to dinner.

“You don’t have to do anything. I’m just glad he’ll be okay.”

“Ty. I’m Tyler, but everyone calls me Ty. I know I don’t have to, but it means a lot, what you did. Uncle Ray’d be dead if you hadn’t….”

Neil thought Ty might hyperventilate, so he took his arm and steered him to a bench in front of the bakery on the corner. Ty shook, but after a few slow breaths was able to compose himself.

“How about lunch?” Neil asked, surprising himself.

Ty smiled, and Neil wondered if anyone nearby would be able to do CPR on him if his erratically beating heart decided to stop. Ty didn’t look as young when he smiled; in fact, he looked a lot older and more worldly. And he had an adorable dimple in his left cheek.

“Meet me at that cafe at the end of the main drag at noon? It has a woman’s name, Sharon’s or Shirley’s….”

Neil nodded and they both stood. After a slightly awkward moment, Ty offered Neil his hand.

“Thanks. I mean it.”

Maybe Neil saw more than gratitude in Ty’s hazel-green eyes, but he talked himself out of it fairly quickly. Surely he hadn’t slept well after what had happened to his uncle.


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