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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Torque, my most unconventional love story yet

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This post about my Bi/Ace/Trans poly love story, Torque, first appeared on Elin Gregory’s blog. You can see the original (and her lovely blog) here.

 

Torque is a ménage but it’s a little different than most of the poly Romances I’ve read. I’ve read MMM, MMF, and FMF, but the books I’ve found have featured three (or more!) cisgender players. Torque is MMF with a bisexual man (Mick), a man on the ace spectrum (Scotty), and a trans woman (Mercy).

I didn’t set out to write this exact story. Torque started out as Mick’s story. I liked the idea of a mechanic and a welder getting down and dirty together but had no idea Mercy would drive her truck into a scene and become such an important character. In fact, pretty much everything that happens in her first scene surprised me. I love it when that happens!

However. My first impulse was to force the story back in the direction I originally thought it would go—Mick and Scotty finding their Happily Ever After with each other. Except once I got to know those two I realized how difficult that would be. Neither of them had ever been in a real relationship and neither are big talkers. If I’d left them to their own devices they might still be circling each other trying to figure things out. Or worse, they easily could have butted heads enough to set Mick back on the road. As much as I wanted it to be true, Mick and Scotty didn’t make a believable couple on their own.

Once I got that far I considered giving Mercy some POV time, letting her have her say on the page. Mercy is such a charismatic character she could have easily taken over the story (and Scotty had already come close to doing that). I love Mercy, but had to consider whether putting readers inside her head would make Torque a little too different for many LGBTQ+ Romance readers. I love pushing boundaries with my fiction but there’s no value in that if nobody is interested in reading the stories once they’re written. My incredible editor helped me find a middle ground—at least I think so! I’m anxious to find out what readers think, so if you take a chance on this unconventional ménage I hope you’ll let me know!

(ETA: And if you’d like to work with a crackin’ editor, she’s available freelance. I can hook you up. :))

 

Torque CoverSometimes letting things get complicated is the best way to figure it all out.

Mick Randall is on the run, from the biker culture he grew up in and his impossible vision of love. Alaska should be far enough to escape his old life—until he rolls into a wrecking yard and gets lost in a pair of pale, bottle-green eyes.

Scotty Bell has spent years learning to channel his fiery temper into the heat of a welding torch. His sexual heat has always been slower to ignite, but one look at Mick rouses confusion alongside desire. In all his life, he’s only been attracted to one other person—his best friend, Mercy Taylor.

Mick lands a temporary job at the yard, and finds an uneasy crash pad at Scotty’s place…where the ragged ends of his emotions get tangled up in Scotty and Mercy’s relationship.

But when Mick hears a Harley engine from his past bearing down on him, his first instinct is to go back to the half-life he’d been living. Lest his secrets destroy the only two people who’ve ever made him feel whole.

Warning: Contains references to abuse, subversive ideas about sexual identity and gender expression, and a free-range bisexual on a mission.

Read a steamy excerpt at the Samhain store, or any of the usual distributors.

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Last bit from Torque…

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Happy Caturday Snippetteers!

This will be my last snippet from Torque. I have an event coming up on March 30 (besides blowing out candles :)) and will switch over to snippets from the next two books in the Buchanan House series to get ready for it.

The snippet below is from the same scene as last week’s, where Mercy found Mick fixing the Bug on the side of the road. Things have happened since then and Mercy’s just told Mick about the day she realized she wanted to present as female all the time.

He wasn’t floored by the revelation even though he probably should’ve been. He’d never known anyone who would dare talk about “wanting to be a girl”. Now that he thought about it, he’d never considered that anyone born with a dick would feel that way. After only a fraction of a second Mick decided it didn’t matter at all. Nothing had changed. He still wanted her. And still wished he didn’t.

 

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to head back to the Rainbow Snippets FB Group, where you’ll find links to more snippets of queer fiction from new and established authors. You might find historical fiction, YA, something sweet or something spicy, but the common thread is that all main characters will identify as LGBTQ+.

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Torque CoverTorque by Charley Descoteaux

Sometimes letting things get complicated is the best way to figure it all out.

Mick Randall is on the run, from the biker culture he grew up in and his impossible vision of love. Alaska should be far enough to escape his old life—until he rolls into a wrecking yard and gets lost in a pair of pale, bottle-green eyes.

Scotty Bell has spent years learning to channel his fiery temper into the heat of a welding torch. His sexual heat has always been slower to ignite, but one look at Mick rouses confusion alongside desire. In all his life, he’s only been attracted to one other person—his best friend, Mercy Taylor.

Mick lands a temporary job at the yard, and finds an uneasy crash pad at Scotty’s place…where the ragged ends of his emotions get tangled up in Scotty and Mercy’s relationship.

But when Mick hears a Harley engine from his past bearing down on him, his first instinct is to go back to the half-life he’d been living. Lest his secrets destroy the only two people who’ve ever made him feel whole.

Product Warnings

Contains references to abuse, subversive ideas about sexual identity and gender expression, and a free-range bisexual on a mission.

Buy the bookSamhain     All Romance eBooks   Amazon US    Kobo

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What’s a name anyway?

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Happy Caturday Snippetteers!

I have to run to a job interview, but will be around the rest of the weekend to read everyone’s snippets. 🙂

This snippet is very soon after last week’s, when we left Mercy walking toward Mick after his car had left him on the side of the road. It’s a little longer than 6, but since Torque has been published I don’t have the freedom to use creative punctuation. Even if my editor would forgive me it just doesn’t seem right to mess with her work.

Oh, and Mercy’s referring to the car in her first line of dialogue.

 

“What’s her name?” Mercy leaned her hip against the side of the car. The position of her body made curves that previously had been invisible pop into alluring view.

Mick tried for all he was worth not to stare, not to do the one thing that had always been on his list of things he had to do to be safe. If he stared at Mercy’s tits, he might end up with a black eye. “Name?”

“She doesn’t have a name? I thought car guys all liked to name their cars.”

Mick shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about past names that had been hung on the Bug or whether he was really a car guy. What he wanted was to take a long hard look at Mercy’s tits.

Oh fuck.

 

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to head back to the Rainbow Snippets FB Group, where you’ll find links to more snippets of queer fiction from new and established authors. You might find historical fiction, YA, something sweet or something spicy, but the common thread is that all main characters will identify as LGBTQ+.

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Torque CoverTorque by Charley Descoteaux

Sometimes letting things get complicated is the best way to figure it all out.

Mick Randall is on the run, from the biker culture he grew up in and his impossible vision of love. Alaska should be far enough to escape his old life—until he rolls into a wrecking yard and gets lost in a pair of pale, bottle-green eyes.

Scotty Bell has spent years learning to channel his fiery temper into the heat of a welding torch. His sexual heat has always been slower to ignite, but one look at Mick rouses confusion alongside desire. In all his life, he’s only been attracted to one other person—his best friend, Mercy Taylor.

Mick lands a temporary job at the yard, and finds an uneasy crash pad at Scotty’s place…where the ragged ends of his emotions get tangled up in Scotty and Mercy’s relationship.

But when Mick hears a Harley engine from his past bearing down on him, his first instinct is to go back to the half-life he’d been living. Lest his secrets destroy the only two people who’ve ever made him feel whole.

Product Warnings

Contains references to abuse, subversive ideas about sexual identity and gender expression, and a free-range bisexual on a mission.

Buy the bookSamhain     All Romance eBooks   Amazon US    Kobo

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Jump-start my heart…

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I woke up this morning feeling like someone had been beating me up all night long. Figuratively (mostly). So in an attempt to perk things up a bit, here’s another 6 from Torque. This snippet can probably get by without an intro except to say that we’re back in  Mick’s head, and Tom is a cat.

 

The sight of the dirty white truck jump-started his heart rate before she even opened the door. Mercy got out of the cab and pushed the door closed with a thunk. She took a short moment to look him over and then approached. Her walk reminded him of Tom’s, slinky like a predator’s. He reminded himself not to tell her that, though. In Mick’s admittedly limited experience, women didn’t appreciate being compared to pets, and he didn’t want to be that kind of a jerk anyway.

 

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to head back to the Rainbow Snippets FB Group, where you’ll find links to more snippets of queer fiction from new and established authors. You might find historical fiction, YA, something sweet or something spicy, but the common thread is that all main characters will identify as LGBTQ+.

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Torque CoverTorque by Charley Descoteaux

Sometimes letting things get complicated is the best way to figure it all out.

Mick Randall is on the run, from the biker culture he grew up in and his impossible vision of love. Alaska should be far enough to escape his old life—until he rolls into a wrecking yard and gets lost in a pair of pale, bottle-green eyes.

Scotty Bell has spent years learning to channel his fiery temper into the heat of a welding torch. His sexual heat has always been slower to ignite, but one look at Mick rouses confusion alongside desire. In all his life, he’s only been attracted to one other person—his best friend, Mercy Taylor.

Mick lands a temporary job at the yard, and finds an uneasy crash pad at Scotty’s place…where the ragged ends of his emotions get tangled up in Scotty and Mercy’s relationship.

But when Mick hears a Harley engine from his past bearing down on him, his first instinct is to go back to the half-life he’d been living. Lest his secrets destroy the only two people who’ve ever made him feel whole.

Product Warnings

Contains references to abuse, subversive ideas about sexual identity and gender expression, and a free-range bisexual on a mission.

Buy the bookSamhain     All Romance eBooks   Amazon US    Kobo

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Today’s 6 is brought to you by the number three…

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Hola Snippetteers!

This week I’m sharing from Torque again. My 6 is from Chapter Two, Scotty’s POV. Everyone else at the wrecking yard has gone to lunch, leaving Scotty and Mercy alone. Previous snippets are here.

 

Walt was good and gone—out to lunch—so they went inside and Scotty bent her over his workbench. Nobody could’ve seen even if they came by, but nobody came by. Everyone was off eating lunch, nobody gave a rat’s ass what Scotty Bell and his best friend in the world got up to in that dark corner.

He was a gentleman so he got Mercy off first—which was really the only way to keep from getting a black eye along with a fuck, but Scotty didn’t mind. He liked sucking cock as much as the next guy and was pretty good at it. Scotty was pretty good at fighting too, but sucking cock was usually more fun.

 

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to head back to the Rainbow Snippets FB Group, where you’ll find links to more snippets of queer fiction from new and established authors. You might find historical fiction, YA, something sweet or something spicy, but the common thread is that all main characters will identify as LGBTQ+.

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Torque CoverTorque by Charley Descoteaux

Sometimes letting things get complicated is the best way to figure it all out.

Mick Randall is on the run, from the biker culture he grew up in and his impossible vision of love. Alaska should be far enough to escape his old life—until he rolls into a wrecking yard and gets lost in a pair of pale, bottle-green eyes.

Scotty Bell has spent years learning to channel his fiery temper into the heat of a welding torch. His sexual heat has always been slower to ignite, but one look at Mick rouses confusion alongside desire. In all his life, he’s only been attracted to one other person—his best friend, Mercy Taylor.

Mick lands a temporary job at the yard, and finds an uneasy crash pad at Scotty’s place…where the ragged ends of his emotions get tangled up in Scotty and Mercy’s relationship.

But when Mick hears a Harley engine from his past bearing down on him, his first instinct is to go back to the half-life he’d been living. Lest his secrets destroy the only two people who’ve ever made him feel whole.

Product Warnings

Contains references to abuse, subversive ideas about sexual identity and gender expression, and a free-range bisexual on a mission.

Buy the bookSamhain     All Romance eBooks   Amazon US    Kobo

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Torque Release Day #Giveaway!

Torque CoverIt felt like this one took forever, but it’s finally out in the wilds–Torque is released today and available at Samhain Publishing and all the usual distributors!

As part of the celebration i’m giving away a copy of Torque to a random commenter on this post. Since Torque takes place in a wrecking yard, tell me about the dirtiest place (literally or figuratively ;)) you’ve ever visited. I have to go back to work tomorrow so I’ll give away the copy of Torque at 5 p.m. Pacific Time today!

The lovely folks at Pride Promotions have arranged a tour, starting today of course, in which i talk about the book and give away a $20 Gift card. The tour will have weekly stops through April 12 and the contest is open until April 19. I’ll post each week’s schedule on Tuesdays — hope to see you there!

 

23-Feb Boy Meets Boy Reviews
23-Feb Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
23-Feb Book Lovers 4Ever
23-Feb Posy Roberts
23-Feb Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings

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I didn’t like the news, so i made some of my own!

wash_754_2-1113vv-nv1.jpgI’ve been looking for a specific type of group for a while now and that’s what this post is about. Maybe you’ve even seen my posts on FB, asking if anyone has seen an LGBTQ+ snippet group that’s not focused on M/M or erotic snippets.

Before i go any further i have to say i haven’t had any trouble with the groups i’ve been a part of. Everyone at Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors has been accepting and even welcoming–if anyone didn’t want to read my queer little snippets they at least didn’t tell me about it. I played around with joining another M/M-specific group, because i had a great experience with Seductive Studs, but i’m branching out into the rest of the queer spectrum so that wouldn’t work. If someone comes to your blog expecting to read some hot M/M action they might not be happy to find something completely different and i wouldn’t blame them!

Even though i had groups where i could go, and be accepted, i really wanted to find a more diverse LGBTQ+ group, a place without the pressure to always “be sexy” or always share fiction that’s M/M. Judging by the number of sign-ups in less than 24 hours, maybe i’m not alone. 🙂

So when i kept asking about a group like this and heard there wasn’t one, a little voice in my head said i should make one. I’ve finally decided to do that and started the Facebook group Rainbow Snippets. It’s not only mine, though–the lovely Rian Durant was nice enough not to get upset when i dragged her into it, and i hope it grows into a community we can all enjoy and feel comfortable in. Check it out here, and maybe come back this weekend and get it started with us. The more the merrier!

 

Cover Reveal: The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb by Vicktor Alexander!

Today i’m pleased to host the reveal of Vicktor Alexander’s latest cover and an excerpt from his upcoming novel.

Thanks for visiting, Vic!

The man with two dukedoms, who stared death in the face and won, faces his greatest challenge: love and marriage to a Tafrican servant in a time when the whole of Tlondon would shun them.

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Title: The Servant Duchess Of Whitcomb

Series: (Scandalous Whispers of The Remmington Realm, 2)

Author: Vicktor Alexander

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

ISBN-13 978-1-63476-279-3
Pages 304
Genres: Historical, Interracial, Transgender/Intersex, Sci-fi/Fantasy, Romance, Regency, Military, Action, Intrigue

 

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Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm: Book Two

Orley Garrick is known throughout Angland not only as the man with two dukedoms but also as the hero who survived a brutal kidnapping at the hands of Nafoleon’s army, never once betraying the secrets of His Majesty. Still haunted by his memories, Orley pushes his crippled body to dangerous limits, all in an attempt to run from the demons of his past.

Until he meets Chester Boland, a maid in his friend’s household. Orley is besieged by desire for this gorgeous male woman, and by a connection he cannot ignore. But there are those within the Remmington Realm who take issue with the Duke’s choice—especially given Chester’s Tafrican lineage.

Having stared death in the face and won, Orley proposes they steal away and elope. However, before they can begin their new life, they uncover dangerous secrets that go deeper than they could ever imagine—involving those they trust the most.

Orley and Chester must discover exactly how deep these secrets run before their enemies make sure Chester is removed from Orley’s arms… forever.

 

EXCERPT:

CHESTER WOULD never understand the need women of the gentry had for all the frills and baubles just to have tea or luncheon with each other. As he stood in the room of Lady Exeter, he stared agape at the mess that had been made of the dressing room. Shaking his head, he stepped forward and began straightening and cleaning up the room, humming softly to himself. He was glad no one was about, as he would hate to assault their ears with his less than appealing singing voice. While he loved to sing, he knew he did not have the skill for it. His mother, Wilhelmina, had explained to him that just because the Lord did not give him the gift for song, it did not mean that he should not sing. It just meant he shouldn’t do it as a performance in front of others. He was quite talented in playing the pianoforte, however, though no one knew anything of that particular skill. It was his own personal secret. His maldy, Imogen, had told him more than once that his voice was beautiful, but was that not the requirement of every maldy and father, to encourage their girls over their beauty and talent?

“I wondered where I might find you.” A deep voice startled him out of his humming, and Chester let out a gasp as he turned and faced the Duke of Whitcomb, who leaned against the doorjamb watching him with a smile on his face.

“Your Grace,” Chester curtsied, lowering his gaze to the floor.

His Grace frowned as he stepped closer, leaning heavily on his cane. “Come now, Chester. I believe we can dispense with the title when we are alone, don’t you? We have kissed, after all. Don’t you think you should call me Orley?”

Chester was stunned, and he took a small step back, shaking his head. “No, Your Grace. I do not. It is not proper for me to address you in such a manner. You are a nobleman, and while you speak truth about our actions earlier, I couldn’t speak to you in so casual a manner.”

The Duke of Whitcomb took another step forward, and Chester stepped around an armchair, placing his hands on the back of it. He watched the duke carefully. Chester wasn’t afraid of what the man would do to him. He was a fairly good judge of character, and he couldn’t sense malice in the duke’s body language, but he didn’t trust himself where the Duke of Whitcomb was concerned.

As it was, his own body betrayed him. His dick grew hard, and for the first time in his life, he wished he was more prone to dressing as a male. He had never felt that way growing up. For while he was definitely all male, he was a woman, able to give birth, and he felt an affinity to females. He dressed in female clothing, and when he could afford cosmetics, he applied them to his face. He wore baubles and jewelry when the situation called for it. But were he wearing trousers or breeches, the bulge in his groin would probably be displayed much more prominently than in his maid’s uniform—a black linen frock with a white apron over it.

“Are you afraid of me, Chester?” the duke asked, his mouth—his gorgeous pink lips—turning down into a frown.

“N-no. Of course not, Your Grace. I just think one of us should think rationally. While I am sure you are used to having scores of ladies and maids throwing themselves at your feet for the chance to have a quick romp or dalliance, that’s all they are entitled to. And I may be just a maid to you, but I shall not be the light-skirts of any nobleman.” Chester lifted his chin at those words and stared at the Duke of Whitcomb in what he hoped was a look similar to the one his mother, Wilhelmina, had given to the Earl of New Brunswick when he had propositioned her similarly.

He was wholly unprepared for the hearty chuckle that left the duke’s mouth or the way the man clapped before bowing before him. “Bravo, Lady Chester. I am glad you are not given to believe you are somehow less deserving of respect than I, just because I sleep in a certain room of the estate and you happen to clean it. I have said for decades that it was all a crock. Only to those who would find my words amenable, of course, and wouldn’t bluster at my upsetting what they think is their God-given birthright.”

Chester had a lot to process and ask about, or even to point out what was right and wrong about His Grace’s statement, but his brain had gotten stuck on one word in the duke’s entire diatribe. Lady. He called me a lady. Why, he is mad!

Chester shook his head. “Your Grace. I am no lady. I am just a maid. One whose mother is Tafrican.”

He dropped his gaze to the armchair he stood behind, taking in the dark green fabric and gold stitching. His erection was long gone. The skirt of his maid’s uniform now fell effortlessly over his groin, and Chester should have been relieved, but as he looked at his light brown, almond-colored skin, all he felt was an extreme disappointment. This was just another blight against his chance at happiness.

Had he actually been born a lady, perhaps he might have caught the duke’s eye at a ball, and they could have danced in each other’s arms. Maybe the duke would have courted Chester for a few months before asking his maldy for his hand in marriage? But, if his station wasn’t enough, he was also born half Tafrican. While many members of the gentry found him and his siblings quite exotic looking, often wanting them to come and work in their homes for aesthetic appeal, sneers and looks of disgust were tossed his way as well.

No. Whatever foolish notions his kiss with the duke had sprung from earlier that morning, they had to be dealt with and cast aside quickly. Those dreams led only to heartbreak, and Chester was quite sure he wasn’t strong enough to handle it.

He was startled by the soft touch of large fingers tilting his head up, and he found himself staring into the Duke’s pale blue gaze. The Duke of Whitcomb stood over a foot taller than Chester, and his broad-shouldered frame looked as if it could completely engulf Chester’s own slender one. He resisted the urge to press against the hard body in front of him as he stared into the duke’s eyes.

“You are more of a lady than most of the debutantes and women of the ton, Lady Chester. While you may not have been born into a genteel family, that does not mean that you do not deserve the title, nor the respect, because you should have both.” The duke’s voice was low. Sincere. It sent a flush of desire straight through Chester’s body, pooling in his groin and setting his heart into a pounding rhythm.

Without thought, he lifted onto his toes and pressed a kiss to the side of the duke’s lips, then stepped back. “Thank you… Orley.”

The duke bowed. “It was my greatest pleasure, Lady Chester.”

 

Author Photo_NoireAbout Vicktor Alexander:

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 BDSM 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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