Flash Sale! Speedbump is out of KU & going wide!

Speedbump also got a glowing review today, so I thought I’d celebrate by uploading it to every bookstore and library service I could find!

While those sites are processing the ebook, it’s available on PayHip. Get 25% off for a share on Twitter or Facebook!


So here’s part of what’s got me so excited, from the QRI review:

“When all’s said and done, I can’t wait for the next wonderful character Charli Coty introduces me to. In the meantime, I’ll reread Speedbump.” ~Queeromance Ink


Read the whole review here.

Here’s a short blurb, because it’s Friday night & nobody has time for a long blurb. 😉

Ezra Cook is sole caregiver to older brother Tray, who was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s in his forties. They live outside the small town of Drop, Oregon on property Tray bought with his Microsoft settlement money. For years, Ezra has been going on and off low doses of testosterone, maintaining a comfortable level of androgyny. Juggling caregiving duties and the work needed to survive means ignoring their own needs, especially companionship and sleep. Ezra’s chance meeting with Red, a washed-up musician, begins an uncomfortable friendship, and both fear it escalating into a hookup, or worse, a romance.

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Trans Awareness Week: Day Two

180px-transgender_pride_flagSo, apparently, I’m going to post a lot this week after all.

Yesterday I recommended two books and today I’m going to recommend a blog post. Some of you might have seen it, but even though it’s long, it’s well worth reading again. This post gave me words to express the way I feel when I read a lot of fiction including trans characters–not only YA. Before I read this I knew some books made me supremely uncomfortable but couldn’t quite articulate why (especially since some were popular af and are still recommended regularly). I won’t name any of those, just link you to the good stuff.

The “Acceptance” Narrative in Trans YA

Take care of each other out there!

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Happy Trans Awareness Week!

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

That ticked me off.

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

Coffee Boy by Austin Chant

A Boy Called Cin by Cecil Wilde

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


Take care of each other out there!

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Book Blast: Groom of Convenience by Vicktor Alexander!

Get ready for something out of this world.

Literally. Vicktor’s novel is an AU (Alternate Universe), and it sounds delightfully Shakespearean!

Thanks for visiting, Vicktor!


Lucien inhaled deeply and then began to softly sing “Ae Fond Kiss,” a popular Tscottish ballad written twenty years prior, sliding his eyelids closed, afraid of any negative reaction from his betrothed. His mother used to sing it to him every night before leaving for a ball or party she was obligated to attend. Rosemary would sing the song and then kiss the top of his head. Annabelle would be waiting at the door, and when Rosemary finished, thinking that Lucien was asleep, she would meet Annabelle at the door, and the two of them would share a sweet kiss and then leave. Lucien loved those late-night lullabies by his mother, cherished them, and when he went to bed, even at his advanced age, he would sing the song to himself until he would fall asleep.

Finishing the last note of the song, Lucien opened his eyes and looked at Heathcliff, expecting to find him asleep, only to find him looking at him in wonder. “What?” he asked. “You have a beautiful voice, Lucien,” Heathcliff told him. Lucien blushed and ducked his head. “Thank you,” he whispered. Heathcliff’s fingers under his chin brought his face back up, and he found himself looking into Heathcliff’s eyes. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me. Never hide from me,” Heathcliff told him. “You have a beautiful voice. One that has obviously been handcrafted by the very touch of God. The beauty of your voice is rivaled only by the beauty of your face, which does not compare to the beauty of your spirit.”

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About Vicktor:  Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other, long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot, male nurses.

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Guest Author: Christopher Hawthorne Moss!

Today my guest is the amazing Christopher Hawthorne Moss. He’s brought an excerpt from his latest Harmony Ink Press (YA) historical novel, Beloved Pilgrim. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Elias, who has a female body but knows his mind and heart are male, is traveling through Italy on his way to take ship to the Sublime Port, Constantinople in Byzantium. He has run into one of the group of mercenaries traveling to the Crusades with him who decide to treat him to a night with a prostitute.

A flint sparked, and the scraps of linen in a tinderbox caught and flamed. Giuliana tipped a lantern so the wick caught. She blew out the flame in the tinderbox and replaced the horn cover on the lamp so a dull golden glow lit the space between her and Elias. She set the lamp on a table and looked at him. With her his hands on her hips, she said, “Can’t what? Can’t get it up? That’s my job.” She came to Elias and pressed her magnificent breasts against the front of his tunic. Elias closed his eyes and moaned. The woman reached down to put a hand on Elias’s groin. Elias felt his mound cupped and moaned again.

“Oh!” Giuliana exclaimed. She felt more searchingly. “You are a woman! Do they know? I will get them good if this is a jest to make a fool of me.”

Elias stepped back. “No, no, they don’t know. And please, I beg you, don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”

Giuliana smiled gently. “Clearly.” She looked Elias up and down. “But why do you pretend to be a man?”

Elias swallowed. “I—I am a man.” He had had no reason to concoct an explanation for what others might see as a masquerade.

Giuliana eyed him skeptically. “Not if you have a cunt, you aren’t.”

Now Elias subsided, his shoulders slumping. “This”—he indicated his body—“is a woman’s body. But in my heart and soul, I know I am a man.”

Surprisingly, the whore accepted the explanation. “Oh, I knew that some men feel they are really women. One of my girls at the bordello is like that. Clementina. There are plenty of customers who want to fuck her. But I did not know there were women who believe they are men.” She had an intrigued smile on her full lips. “Well, what do you want to do?”

Elias looked about the dim room. He could just make out a bed with the covers cast about. There was little else. The single window was shuttered and only a thin sliver of light showed where it was sagging on its hinges. “Can we just stay here? All night? So they think I… you know…?”

Giuliana gave him a wicked grin. “We can do better than that. You can’t fuck me, but we can still have some fun. In fact, for once it will be fun for me.”

She came forward and pressed her breasts against Elias’s again. She reached up with her arms and, putting them around Elias’s neck, pulled his stunned face down to hers. She put her lips on Elias’s and took in a deep, sighing breath. “Mmmm,” she murmured, and slid her tongue into Elias’s mouth.

“But… but… it’s a sin!” Elias protested.

Giuliana stepped back and put her hands on her hips. “Who says?”

“Well… the Church.”

“They are all buggering each other when they aren’t in here slobbering over my girls. And does it really say making love is a sin? In the holy books, I mean?” The woman cocked her head.

“Th-thou shalt not commit adultery, that is what it says.” Elias’s brain was too foggy to think further than that.

Giuliana stepped forward again and reached out a hand to toy with Elias’s cropped tresses. “I thought adultery is when you sleep with someone who is married already.”

Elias gaped. “Well, yes, but….” He supposed he ought to admit that he was, in fact, married, but for some reason was reluctant say it.

Giuliana leaned in to nibble on Elias’s throat. In between nibbles, she said, “I always thought they just didn’t want a lot of little fatherless bastards running about begging. And we can hardly produce any bastards, can we?”

“I guess not.” Elias raised his arms and put one palm on each of Giuliana’s breasts. They were firm to the touch. He kneaded and moaned. His thumbs found the nipples and discovered they were as hard as little nuts. “Touch me there again,” he heard himself entreat.

“Let’s get these clothes off you first,” the whore said. She expertly untied laces, raised the cloth, pushed down other cloth, and all the while her hands stroked the flesh through and then under it all. By the time he was naked, Elias was trembling all over.

“I want to see you,” he begged.

Giuliana smiled languidly. “Then take off my clothes.”

Elias reached around to untie the laces that closed Giuliana’s bodice down the back. This made him crush the woman’s breasts to his own, and he grinned. “You really like this?” he asked. “With a woman, I mean.”

“I like it, si, much more than with a man. A woman will seek to please me.”

Elias decided not to pursue whether he was or was not a woman. He was happy to play along. “And men do not?” He pulled the bodice forward so that it slipped over Giuliana’s shoulders. The breasts were now covered with only a thin linen shift. He took one in his hand and flicked the nipple.

Giuliana groaned with delight. “Some do. Some men know that giving pleasure makes the whole thing better. But they don’t have women’s bodies, so they don’t know what we like. Have you never made love before?”

Elias had loosened the tie that held up Giuliana’s skirt and let the garment fall to the floor. “Love? No, I have never made love,” he answered bitterly. Elias undid the drawstring of the woman’s shift and drew the neckline over her shoulders to expose her breasts. He sighed as he saw them. He leaned in to take a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking.

Elias learned delights that night he could never have imagined. Giuliana’s hands on his breasts made them seem to swell with pleasure. After the woman lowered them onto the bed, she started to tickle between Elias’s lips within his mound’s soft downy hair, and he felt as if someone had touched him in his most sensitive place with cold steel. His orgasm came slowly, reaching inside him more sharply and strongly than he ever had through his own tentative explorations. He found himself crying out, sobbing, and moaning. He writhed on the bed, then lay gasping.

“Let me do that to you!” he pleaded. Spreading Giuliana’s lips and taking in the rich aroma of her sex, Elias dipped his tongue in a salty-sweet woman’s brew. He tried to remember the technique the woman had used on his. Whether he did it as well or not, Giuliana responded. As her cries and moans became louder, Elias begged, “Say, ‘Fuck me, Elias!’” When she smiled and complied, Elias hoped the mercenaries were listening.

Settling into each other’s arms, the two took turns resting their heads on the other’s shoulder. Elias discovered he was thinking that this soft, warm cuddling was almost—almost—as wonderful as what they had done first. The comfortable laziness was far from chaste, however, as they reached to stroke some special spot on the other, and the more active lovemaking recommenced.

At the sound of a cockcrow, Elias sat up, unsure at first where he was. Then he felt and smelled Giuliana next to him. Leaning over, he put one arm around her and pressed his chest against the warm, smooth back. His hand rested on a breast. He heard Giuliana sigh. “What is your name, amoro?” the woman crooned.

“Elias,” he whispered.

“Grazie, Elias,” the woman said.

She turned her head to be kissed. Elias was glad to oblige.

They both started when a fist hammered on the door. “Elias! That’s enough. Time to get mounted.” It was Ranulf’s voice, followed by guffaws.

Sebastiano’s voice jested, “Don’t tell him to mount. In fact, he probably already is in the saddle.” More laughter.

Elias called out, consciously deepening his voice. “Can’t you wait? I will be out in a minute.”

Three male voices made lewd sounds.

“All right, but hurry. Conrad wants to get back on the road.”

“Already?” Elias groaned.

After a short time, the door to the room swung in. Elias, fully clothed, stood with a mostly naked Giuliana in his arms, locked in a deep kiss.

The four men out on the rickety gallery stared. The whore had her hands clasped on Elias’s buttocks. “Come back, my lord, I beg you. I have never been fucked like that before. I want it again and again.

Elias gratefully smiled into the woman’s twinkling eyes. “I already did that. All night.” He bent in for a last long kiss. “Arrivederci, bella,” he said gently, then turned to the mercenaries. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

The men took the steps two at a time. After passing through another door into an alley, Ranulf and Leif put their arms around Elias’s shoulders, Sebastiano and Thomas throwing theirs over each other’s. “Hail the conquering hero!” Thomas began to sing.

Buy Beloved Pilgrim:  Dreamspinner Press

At the time of the earliest Crusades, young noblewoman Elisabeth longs to be the person she’s always known is hidden inside. When her twin brother perishes from a fever, Elisabeth takes his identity to live as a man, a knight. As Elias, he travels to the Holy Land, to adventure, passion, death, and a lesson that honor is sometimes found in unexpected places.

Elias must pass among knights and soldiers, survive furious battle, deadly privations, moral uncertainty, and treachery if he’ll have any chance of returning to his newfound love in the magnificent city of Constantinople.

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