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.


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!

And the winners are . . .

eff25-20132b2Today I have two winners to announce!  Thanks so much to all of you who participated in the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia–I don’t think I’m alone in feeling it was a huge success.

Thanks to Random.org I have a winner:  Peggy!  I’ve contacted her via e-mail and it shouldn’t be long before she’s enjoying her new ARe reads, and the warm feeling you get after helping someone in need.



The winner of the Absolutely Erotic Blog Hop has also been announced:  SHADOW! Congratulations, I hope you have a blast reading and spending your gift cards!







I don’t have any more hops lined up right now but am planning a few giveaways in June to celebrate my release on the 26th, and more in July.

Thanks again for visiting during the May hops. Hope to see you all back!



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!


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!

Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia!

Hello and welcome to my stop on the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia!  Almost 200 people in the LGBTQ writing community have banded together to celebrate the International Day Against Homophobia & Transphobia and raise awareness, acceptance, and love around the world.

Everyone is running their own giveaways in this hop, and mine is a $25 donation to The Trevor Project in the winner’s name, along with a $10 All Romance eBooks gift card. I considered offering some Trevor Gear, but don’t want to exclude my international friends. Check out the end of the post for ways to enter.

I really didn’t know what to post about for such an important event. Usually at big events I’m the quiet one in the corner, observing. But that’s not exactly what I signed up for. This is the sixth post I’ve written for this hop. The others weren’t bad, but they were all too something:  too personal, too political, too sad or too angry.

So instead of any of that, I’m going to shine the light on one of the most important groups I know of: The Trevor Project. I wish they were local so I could volunteer, but I’ll have to settle for sharing their Lifeline number and their message, and sending money.

Many kids, regardless of orientation, experience a time when things seem too hard, too big, too impossible to overcome. Even though it’s wonderful to be unique, it’s not always easy to be different. It can feel like nobody cares, or like nobody has ever gone through anything so awful. I’ve been there myself. When you’re in crisis, it’s hard to feel anything but horrible and hopeless.


But you’re not alone. Someone cares. The volunteers at The Trevor Project are always there to listen. They care. The people who give money to keep the phone lines open care. The team keeping the web site up and running, they care. Even if they don’t know you, they care what happens to you.

Parents and friends of LGBTQ youth—let the young people in your life know you care. Even if they seem to be handling things okay, everyone needs help sometimes. The strongest kids can break the hardest and with the least warning. Texts, phone calls, hugs—don’t let someone you care about forget you’re there.

Trevor Lifeline: 866 488 7386

Thanks, everyone, for getting this far with me, and for participating in the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia. To enter my giveaway for a $25 donation in your name to The Trevor Project and a $10 All Romance eBooks gift card, leave a comment with your e-mail address and a suicide prevention hotline number or similar resource serving LGBTQ youth or seniors in your local area (worldwide). I want to compile a list and make it available 24/7 on my Resources page. Because even though the greatest sign of strength is asking for help, you have to know who to ask.

For more entries, follow my blog, Like my FB Author Page, catch up with me on Twitter, or share my Resources page–anything goes!

Let me know what you did in your comment, and then hop on!

I’ll e-mail my winner within 48 hours of the conclusion of the hop on May 27th. Break a leg!


Scorching Book Reviews LGBT Fiction Blog Hop!

First, I’d like to thank everyone at Scorching Book Reviews for organizing this hop, and everyone who’s participating to make it fun!

Everyone on the list will be hosting their own giveaway, so be sure you hop around to them all and enter!

Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter for the grand prize of a $25 gift card to the online bookseller of your choice!

My prize is a $5 gift card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble (winner’s choice).  Answer my question at the end of this post to enter.

For some reason WordPress doesn’t like linky lists so the pic above will take you back to Scorching Book Reviews and the complete list of sites.  (If you’re a minor please click the pic now.  My blog contains adult content.)  I’ll add another link at the end to make it easier on everyone.

My Bookshelf

I love books.  Have all my life.  I also love to volunteer, which is cool because it’s not hard to find volunteer opportunities that involve books in some way.  Not long ago (in OPT/old person time), I spent a day helping the local LGBTQ center log and organize books for their (then) fledgling lending library.  One of the other volunteers was a nice young gal and something she said stuck with me:  Most of the books I pick up turn out to be gay.

She, like many other young women I’ve met, had no idea how lucky she was if that was true.  She didn’t understand that so many of us spent half our lives looking for those books, hoping the next book we picked up would have even one single character we could identify with, only to be disappointed time after time.

Almost twenty years ago I started writing with the goal of being published (after a lifetime of doing so just for my own pleasure).  The only stories that were picked up by publishers were the ones without any gay characters.  It took a while to realize this, so I tried an experiment.  One of my short stories was about a woman whose son had committed suicide because his father didn’t accept him after he came out.  After I removed the single sentence making it clear how the woman ended up alone in a cheap apartment, the next editor I submitted it to accepted it for her anthology.  That very easily could’ve been a coincidence, but it happened to my alter-ego and it left a mark.

(Long, boring story full of writer-angst deleted.)  (Along with an extended paragraph about the lack of bisexual fiction that doesn’t feed into biphobic stereotypes.)


It’s amazing and cool that now libraries and book stores have “Queer Pride” endcaps (I just saw one at Powell’s but their YA section is always too busy to get a good picture of it), and rainbow flags on the shelves near certain authors’ books.  But there’s still a long way to go before we reach literary equality, so please join me in supporting authors of LGBTQ fiction.  Whether they’re queer or straight, they’re writing the books I want to read and the books that kids of all ages should be able to walk in (or log on) and find anytime they want to.  The only way to ensure they’ll still be available a week from now or a year from now is to buy them.

So take the book $$$ I’m giving away and buy some LGBTQ fiction!  Buy my M/M Erotic Romance or some sweet YA, it doesn’t matter—your support will be noticed and appreciated.  If you’re looking for more ideas, I suggest Lambda Literary; they have many lists of cool books to try out.

For an entry to my giveaway just answer this question:  where did you find your last great LGBT read?  If it’s an award site or a list, please include a link.  I’m not the only one who’s always looking for the next great read!  😀

If you’d like more than one entry to my giveaway, do any of these things and let me know in your comment!

Grand Prize  >>>>  a Rafflecopter giveaway

Thanks for stopping by, now hop on!

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My blog is wearing red!

For the next two days my blog will be wearing red in support of Marriage Equality.  (Close enough … yeah, I have a problem with conformity across the board.)  I’ve spent many hours and have had literally thousands of conversations on this subject.  Not because I’m waiting for my chance to buy a marriage license, but because Marriage Equality is symbolic.  It’s symbolic of the struggle that’s been going on forever—the struggle to be treated equally, to be accepted for who we are.

I try not to get too political in this space but when politics and love intersect I figure it’s fair game for Romance authors.  Same-sex marriage and LGBTQ equality are the civil rights issues of the 21st Century, and something I’m very passionate about.

What you and I do, or don’t do, right now will shape the future for people all across the US.  Be on the right side of history with me and support same-sex marriage.  To learn more about how to get involved, click here or find a group close to where you live—we’re everywhere.  😉

Just please don’t call it “gay marriage”.  Same-Sex Marriage, Marriage Equality, the freedom to marry…   Any of these will do.  The term gay marriage marginalizes at least half of the LGBTQ community.  I realize it’s tres mainstream to use that term, but just think about it.  If I were to marry a woman (I should be so lucky!) I’d still be bisexual; I wouldn’t become a lesbian, my queerness would just become more visible to the casual observer.

Thanks to the amazing photographer who made this beautiful “wet heart” image available via photopin.  I may not take it down on Thursday, it’s so gorgeous!

photo credit: seyed mostafa zamani via photopin cc