Saturday, 22 October 2016

On Fire by Alicia Nordwell


Nothing beats getting out of the concrete jungle and into the quiet of the forest. Website designer Scottie Ness is taking a well-deserved vacation from the grindstone, and he plans to spend it in the solitude of Washington’s Gifford Pinchot National Forest around Mt. Adams. He’s prepared for everything—except the lightning storm that traps him in a wildfire.

The firefighter who rescues him sustains serious injuries and ends up in the hospital. Jax Quintero might be abrasive, but the guy saved his life, and Scottie wants to thank him. As they spend time together during Jax’s recovery and exploring the state’s landmarks when he’s released from the hospital, Scottie discovers there’s more to Jax than a smart-ass adrenaline junkie. Jax reassesses his opinion of Scottie as an arrogant city boy who has no business in the mountains. Though Jax’s wounds prevent them from taking things as far as they’d like for a while, they can’t deny the heat building between them—and this is one fire they don’t want to put out.

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Scottie pulled off his headlamp and scrubbed his face and head with one hand, trying to wipe away the sleepiness still plaguing him. When he opened his eyes, the first tinges of yellow stained the paler blue, highlighting a thin layer of clouds laying over the peaks and glaciers of the mountain. He snapped shot after shot, panning the camera to create a panorama. At one point, the clouds looked like golden fluff, the sun’s rays shooting through the moisture and setting it afire.
By the time the sun had risen fully, he’d taken nearly four hundred pictures. Hopefully he’d get enough to make a panorama plus a few nice shots of the sun’s light breaking into rays behind the mountain. He carefully folded up his tripod, cleaning the dirt out of the tips before he put it away. The camera bag fit against his hip and he slung his pack on his back. It was a lot to carry, but his dad’s second favorite saying was “Better safe than sorry.”
He chuckled. As a teen he’d hated what he viewed as nagging, but now he got it, and, more often than not, said them himself. Switching out the lenses again, he made his way down the trail, stopping to take pictures of a bunch of orange and red Indian Paintbrushes and the pretty purple stripes decorating the delicate white petals of the Grass Widow flower. The knees of his jeans were filthy by the time he made it back down to the gravel road. He whistled as he walked, scrambling through the wash that marked the end of the drivable section of the road.
First order of business once he reached camp was to appease the angry growling of his stomach. Scottie pulled out the spray butter from the ice chest and slathered a few slices of bread. They sizzled in the pan over his propane camp stove until they were crispy on one side. He grabbed an iced coffee out of the cooler and sat down. He’d forgotten to fold up his chair the night before, so it was damp, but his pants were already dirty anyway.
Biting off the crusts and then peeling off the softer back side of the bread, Scottie saved the buttery, crispy tops of the toast for last. He licked his greasy fingers and downed the last of the iced mocha. He splashed some water in the pan and washed it with his fingers, tossing out the dirty water at the far edge of the trees.

Author Bio:

The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she's a MM romance author: "Why gay fiction? Why write men when you're a woman?" and her answer is: "Why the hell not!" Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out. Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing.

Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course! She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on under her online nickname, Cia.

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Hump in the Night - A Paranormal Anthology for Halloween. Taster Three

Terrible Name
Great Book

Five stories of paranormal love between unlikely partners.

This is your third peep at the stories in this unique anthology. We've had a ghost, a vampire, now a werewolf who knows what might be next.

The first post that gives you a taste of "That's Where He Died" can be found Here The Second, Dance With Me is here

Lone Wolf

I close my eyes and let them fill with cornflower blue. Letting my hands run over my chest, I imagine they are his. I have both nipples pierced, my one real rebellion against my parents, and my status. No one knows about them, of course, but it’s all the sweeter for it.
Letting out my breath in a long sigh I hook my fingers into the rings and pull. Ahh, the sweet pain. My back arches, and my breath hisses from my lips. I groan and squirm as my cock starts to throb in earnest. I may not yet be a man in the eyes of the pack, but have a man’s needs, a man’s desires.
Among our kind, the females become fertile on every full moon, and, unless they are mated and marked, they are secluded, away from the men, who prowl and posture and fight over the unattached girls who, if they wish, can accept any offer – for one night or a lifetime – hold themselves out as the prize in the fighting.
When the men scent the hormones released by the females at this time, they become insatiably horny. They seclude themselves for hours at a time, pleasuring themselves. That has never happened to me and I thought it never would, but this sure feels the way they described. Even though it isn’t near the full moon I find myself growing desperate a dozen times a day and have to run away from whatever I’m doing, or else be driven insane, waiting until I can.
I feel hot, my whole body prickling. Shucking out of my shirt feels good, but not good enough. Breathing hard, I continue twisting my nipple ring with one hand as I let the other roam down over my belly, to slip under the belt of my jeans. Oh hell that feels good. A little lower and a little more and a little more, and-- “Ah.” My yelp is very wolfish, and very obvious. There are sounds wolves make only during sex and, try as I might, I can’t suppress them, even when the only sex I’m having is with myself… which is always. Just as well my room’s away from the more populated areas of the great hall.

Biting down hard on the whimpers, I twist my body so I can get my hand further into my jeans and slide my fingers down the length of my cock, and back to squeeze the head and run my nails over the sensitive skin, deliberately catching them in the slit. It’s another delicious pain. I only wish I could bend like a true wolf and take it between my teeth. Thinking of it, I let my claws slide out and pierce the skin.

Dance With Me

That's Where He Died

The Curse

Son of Angels

 More snippets to come, with a full story at the end. Keep tuned

Monday, 17 October 2016

Hump in the Night - A Paranormal Anthology for Halloween

Terrible Name
Great Book

Five stories of paranormal love between unlikely partners.

This is your second peep at the stories in this unique anthology. Last time we had a ghost, this time a vampire, who knows what might be next.

The first post that gives you a taste of "That's Where He Died" can be found Here

Dance With Me

Kia’s nipples are already highly sensitive, aided by desire and the chemical stimulation, pumping through his veins, but when Aster first blows on them, then flick them with the tip of his tongue, Kia squeals and bucks. Aster bites him and he squirms.
“Oh, God,” he gasps. “Yes… yes.”
“Would you like me to pierce one for you?”
“What?” Kia is too lost in pleasure to comprehend, let alone answer the question. Aster smiles and his fangs descent. Needle sharp, they have no difficulty sliding right through the nipple without Kia really being aware that it has happened. He’s aware, though, when Aster closes his mouth and tugs.
“Ah fuck, fuck. What the hell--?” Moaning, he flings his head about and his fingers clutch at the soft velvet of the bead-spread.
Aster withdraws his fang and moves quickly to Kia’s lips, sliding up his body like a great snake. He kisses him deeply, as Kia’s hands claw at his back. Lapping with his tongue he teases Kia, who writhes under him, arching his back and raising his hips so their erect cocks engage in something between a fencing battle and a dance.
“Ssh now, we’ve a way to go yet.” Aster leaks a drop of enzyme into his mouth and Kia gasps, going completely still. “Lie quiet now, relax. I will make it good for you; I will make it all good for you. Just a little to begin with. If you want this to stop then tell me and I will. We have time. We have all the time in the world.”

Lone Wolf

That's Where He Died

The Curse

Son of Angels

 More snippets to come, with a full story at the end. Keep tuned

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Wednesday Briefs Demon Chapter Thirty Five

I seem to have made a mistake and completely left out Chapter Thirty One. No idea how that might have happened. I have therefore gone back and changed what was previously Chapter Thirty One so it now contains Chapters Thirty One and Thirty Two. If you're interested you can go back and read the new expanded chapter.

And yet another week has flown by. Things have calmed down and I'm starting to relax. But, as one of my favourite songs says "Life has a funny way of creeping up on you" (Ironic with Alanis Morissette so I'm not getting complacent.

This week I chose a really pretty prompt, although Castien won't think it's so pretty when it's...oh, you'll need to wait a week to find out what it does to our pretty prince.

It’s been a nightmare. Definitely not what I’d hoped for in my first visit to Tian’s home. First, Lord Trevithick; then this. Tian was hurt because of me. He’s going to be scarred for life, because he tried to protect me from something I didn’t need protection from.
They’re all going crazy because I didn’t get burned. The pollen was tested on my father, and it burned him. It’s nothing genetic apparently, but as hard as they’ve tried they haven’t been able to burn me anywhere.
The last few days have been horrendous. I’ve spent as much time as I can with Tian, although I was never left in peace. There was always someone wanting something. I understood that the healers needed to keep a close eye on Tian, and change his bandages often. I could also understand that I am expected to spend time with Tian’s family and advisors in the spirit of diplomacy. What I really hated were the endless hours spent with the healers, trying to discover why I am immune to the starflower pollen.
In the process, they discovered I’m apparently immune to a lot of Coedwen’s toxins. I wasn’t too happy when I found out exactly what they’d been testing on me, but as it all proved harmless I couldn’t kick up too much fuss, especially as father encouraged it in the spirit of diplomacy.
The protesters, who caused all this in the first place haven’t been caught yet, but the whole town is in uproar about it, apparently. We’re shielded here. Most of the time the only ruckus is made by the damned squirrels on the roof of Tian’s room. I’m told it’s the only place they run. Just my luck.
It was so good to finally speak to Tian. I didn’t realize how scared I was that he would never wake. Now his sleep is sweet and I know that soon his eyes will smile at me again.
A disturbance outside the door draws my attention. The squirrels are quiet for once and I am startled by the abrupt ending of the peace.
I rise hurriedly when the door bursts open and a man strides in. He is tall, with long brown hair twisted into braids, and a beard, also braided, that reaches to his belt. He is dressed in travel-dusty hunter garb and has not even taken time to remove his cloak. At first, I think it might be a previously absent member of Tian’s family, come to check on him, but it is quickly established that is not the case.
The man strides across the room, followed by distinctly nervous-looking healers. He strikes the ground once with the butt of his staff, which I notice for the first time. I find it strangely disquieting, but I can’t say why. It is plain, but for the finial which is carved into an intricate triangular shape, that I have seen many times before in Coedwen. I shall have to remember to ask Tian what it means as it clearly has some significance. The center of the triangle has been cut out, and in the hole is set the most spectacular diamond I have ever seen. It is pear shaped, the point facing up. Many facets catch and throw the light, dim as it is here. Strangely, I can’t look directly at it. Something about the glittering crystal makes me tremble inside.
“Who are you?” the man demands, taking me by surprise.
“I am Prince Castien, of The Kingdom, Prince Tian’s bonded.”
The man sneers. “Not anymore.”
A flash of anger shoots through me. Who is he to say this? But then I meet his eyes and the anger is replaced by fear. “Who are you? What do you mean?”
Before the man can answer, there is another commotion at the door and the healers move aside to admit Tian’s father and mother.
“Druid, what is this about?”
“You have allowed a Druach to become bonded with your son,” the man thunders.
“A Druach? No, you are mistaken. This boy is Crown Prince of The Kingdom. He has never set foot in Coedwen before.”
“Fool. Druachs are not confined to Coedwen. Once, the lands of Coedwen and The Kingdom were one. Druachs were not forced to follow when you moved on.”
“There are Druachs in The Kingdom?” Both Tian’s parents, and the healers are staring at me now and to say I feel uncomfortable is a large understatement.
“What…? What’s a Druak?”
“A Druach is a fledgling Druid. They are rare.”
“Rare?” the newcomer thunders. “I was the last. I have been waiting.”
“You must be mistaken.” Tian’s mother doesn’t sound convinced. In fact she seems close to tears. My heart beats faster. I’m becoming more afraid by the minute.
“What is going on here?”
I am weak with relief to hear my father’s voice.
“Father. I am very confused. I don’t know what’s happening, but this man is challenging my right to be bonded to Tian.”
“And who are you to say so?” he booms, facing off with the forest man.
“I am Arawn, Druid.” He stops as if his words have conveyed self-evident meaning.
“So?” Father questions.
“The Druid is our…spiritual leader,” Tian’s father, Coel says, sounding nervous. “We rarely see him outside his grove. He−”
“I can speak for myself,” the Druid growls, shutting Coel down. “I am the Lord of the Wild and this is my new apprentice.” He waves his staff at me.
“Me? You’re crazy. I’m no one’s apprentice.”
“You are Druach,” he says, again as if his meaning is self-evident.
“What’s Druak?” King Aleric boomed.
“An apprentice Druid.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Castien can’t be apprenticed to anyone. He’s Crown Prince. One day he will be king.”
“No,” the Druid says stubbornly, folding his arms across his ample chest. “He is Druach.”

“Aleric,” Coel says softly. “If what the Druid says is true, it’s not a matter of what Castien can or can’t be. It’s what he is.

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Monday, 10 October 2016

Hump In The Night

Terrible Name
Great Book

Five stories of paranormal love between unlikely partners.

That's Where He Died

On the night Shay was to propose to Tarian, they'd had a row and Tarian stormed out. He never returned - until today

That’s it… just there. That mark on the floor, by the wall. That’s where he died. That’s his blood. The stain’s fading now, soon it’ll be gone. Gone… like him.

Ah, he was beautiful. He was fiery and vibrant and sweet and oh, so beautiful. That was his downfall, I think. They were always jealous of him. All the way through school they were always ready with taunts and, sometimes, more physical things. But it never seemed to touch him; nothing bad did.

It’s my fault he’s dead. He’d have moved on. After university he’d have moved away. He’d had plenty of offers but he hadn’t taken any of them—because of me. I loved him, you see. I loved him and begged him not to go. He loved me and stayed. 

And what did he get for it? Nothing. I loved him. I wanted him, but I couldn’t… I just couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t show him. 

It’s there in my pocket, even now. A little box; and inside, sparkling diamonds nestled in a band of soft yellow gold. I was supposed to have given it to him that night. I’d chickened out and we’d had another row. He walked out and… never came back.

While I was pacing our flat, angry and hurt, cursing him - and myself - he was here, fighting for his life. Somewhere in this alley he was beaten by the same bullies who’d tormented him all his life. 
Fuelled by alcohol, they’d beaten and kicked him and, finally, left him bleeding out his life from the knife one of the cowards had driven into his back. Right there… there by the wall, in the middle of that stain, he’d taken his last breath. Alone.

Lone Wolf

Dance With Me

The Curse

Son of Angels

 More snippets to come, with a full story at the end. Keep tuned

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

Engineering Love by Jackie Nacht

Title: Engineering Love

Author: Jackie Nacht

Part of a series? If yes, can it be read as a standalone? No - standalone

Publisher: Rainbow Ninja Press

Release Date:
Early Download at Rainbow Ninja Press – 5 October 2016
Third Party Pre Order – 12 October 2016
General Release – 19 October 2016

Word Count: 20,802

Categories: M/M Romance, Gay Fiction, New Adult


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Author Bio:

Short, sexy and sweet—where a little love goes a long way.
That’s the best way to describe Jackie Nacht’s stories. I was introduced to M/M Romance through my sister, Stephani, and read it for years. Then, I thought it was time to put my own stories on paper. I began writing short and sweet stories that ended with a happily ever after...and sometimes more than one, in the case of my YA Fork in the Road series, which has interactive endings.

Thinking back to my own book addiction, where there were many nights I stayed up way too late so I could read just one more chapter—yeah, right—I decided to write short romances for young adults as well as adults. Hopefully, they will give high school and college students, or working men and women something they can read during their lunch hour, in between classes or just when they want to briefly get away from the daily stresses of everyday life.

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When north meets south, sparks fly.

Adrian is a student from a northern college transferring to Georgia Tech. Used to seeing snowmobiles outnumbering the cars on campus, Adrian finds himself living in a state hotter than hell and feeling completely lost in the heart of Atlanta. A chance encounter introduces him to Davis who Adrian knows is trouble, but can’t help falling for.
Davis is the picture of big man on campus and oozes with confidence, at least until he meets Adrian.  Something about Adrian has Davis’s usual charm flying out of the window and everything goes from smooth to hell as Davis tries to make Adrian his own.
Between awkward dates, second-degree burns, study sessions, and snow, the two stumble their way into a relationship neither had planned. Will Davis give up the bachelor life to take a chance at a relationship with Adrian, or will he walk away from something special just to stick to his original plan?


Ten minutes until kickoff and it was like every person in the student body had showed up. Adrian was squished next to Mark and a girl wearing glitter tattoos on her cheeks. She and her friend were taking selfies, and somehow, Adrian got tugged into one.

“What’s your name?” the girl hollered.

He leaned in, yelling, “Adrian.”

“Mara.” She smiled over at him.

“Mara!” a guy called from behind them, then he landed on Adrian’s back.

“Careful, Davis!” Mara yelled.

Bending over from the weight of the guy, Adrian would have face-planted into the person in front of him if it hadn’t been for Mark grabbing his shirt. The fucking game hadn’t started, and he was about to be on the injury list. And Adrian wasn’t even playing in the game!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” The guy on his back grabbed him and wrapped an arm around Adrian’s chest.
The person in front of him turned with a scowl on his face before he smirked at the man behind him and raised his hand. “Davis!”

Hands clapped over his head, and the damn bull in the china shop behind him still had his arm around Adrian.

The two chatted above him, and Adrian glanced over at Mark who was rolling his eyes. “That’s 

Oh yeah, because that explained everything. It’s Davis so it’s natural to start chatting it up with Adrian snuggled right in. Boundaries, people, boundaries. Apparently, tackle-boy Davis seemed to know everyone since people all around shouted his name. Adrian felt Davis’s deep chuckle and wondered why the hell he was still being held by him.

Adrian turned and glanced over his shoulder, then kind of wished he hadn’t. Davis was laughing while talking to the guy Adrian almost fell into before. Davis was hot… like hotter than Atlanta. Black hair and a five o’clock shadow around a strong jaw. Built enough to belong on the football field and damn, and he had light ice-blue eyes. Adrian had an urge to reach out and touch Davis’s face to make sure he was fucking real. The only thing that detracted from the model-perfect looks was a small scar on his bottom lip, which Adrian thought was sexy as hell. The white line bisected plump full lips, which made Adrian want to kiss it. And he shouldn’t be thinking that.
With a small twist of his arm, Adrian was free of Davis. He glanced back at him.

“Don’t trample the newb, Davis,” Luke hollered from down the row.

Davis’s blue eyes glinted in the noonday sun, and a crooked smile appeared on his face. Adrian felt like prey in the presence of a predator, trapped by a sea of fifty-five thousand people.

Wednesday Briefs. Demon Chapter Thirty Four

Gosh, Wednesdays come around fast. It will be Christmas before we know it! Then another year will have whizzed past.

This week I chose the prompt of squirrels on the roof because it made me laugh, and I was determined to fit it in somewhere. I wrote that scene around them and their big bird friend.

 When I recognize the Starbloom, I throw myself at Castien and knock it from his hands, but I am too late. The pod bursts, showering him with stardust. A few spores land on my arm and instantly burns. Castien steps back, rubbing his eyes, and hell breaks loose around us. I’m barely aware of the shouts, as I concentrate on Castien. If the spores have gone into his eyes, he will be blind. Ignoring the pain in my arm, I tear his hands away from his face.
“What’s going on?” Castien asks, dropping his hands and gazing around.
“Your face,” I gasp, my voice locked with shock.
“What’s wrong with my face?” Castien runs his hand over his perfect, unblemished skin.
“Nothing.” My hand trembles as my fingers brush over his cheek.
Castien frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“It didn’t burn you.”
“What didn’t? The pollen?”
“Stardust. It’s deadly. It burns.”
Castien’s brows draw together in confusion. “But it didn’t burn. Maybe it was a different flower that doesn’t burn.”
I shake my head and show him my arm. Instantly, his face changes, his eyes widening in shock and concern.
“By the Gods, Tian, you are injured. We must find a healer.”
“I’m alright.” I glance around, to see the guards have the situation contained. A number of men, and the young girl, are being led away.
“Castien, are you hurt?” Castien’s father appears at his side and, gripping his shoulders, turns him, eyes scanning him with deep concern.
“I’m fine, Father. Tian is hurt.”
“Let me see.” I jump as Father appears at my side and takes my arm, hissing through my teeth at the pain. “We must get you to a healer. Follow me,” he adds to Castien and his father. “We must get within the palace quickly.
I notice that my mother and sisters have already vanished through the gates and we hurry to follow. Castien hovers at my side as Father hurries me through the corridors to the healing quarters. It is not until we arrive that I realise Mother has joined our group. She clucks with concern as the chief healer tears off the arm of my shirt to examine the skin beneath. Other healers have hurried Castien away to examine him. His complaints keep me focussed as the healer probes the burns. I must not scream in front of my love.
I notice Father is gazing at Castien with a deep frown. I can’t help but remember his words on our ride. Is there something strange about Castien? Does he know? Is there something he isn’t telling me?
“This will hurt, my Prince,” the healer says, and he isn’t wrong. As he lays his hands over my arm heat radiates and my burns flare in a bright, hot pain that finally tears a scream from me, cut short when the pain shoots up my arm and switches off my brain.
I wake sometime later to the comforting sound of a ceiling fan. I smile at the sound of squirrels racing across the roof, their footsteps thundering like elephants. There is only one place where squirrels play so. I must be in my room, where overhanging branches provide a playground for not just squirrels. Indeed, as I lie and listen, lighter footsteps patter over the glass. and the fluting song of a temi bird float through the window. I have always wondered that such a large bird has so sweet a song.
“Tian. Are you awake?”
Castien’s worried voice draws me from my comfortable doze and I open my eyes to find him bending over my bed. I raise my hand to touch his face, but pain stops me. Memory returns in a rush and I allow my arm to fall back onto the bed.
“Don’t move your arm,” Castien cautions. “The healer says it will be fine in a few days, although you may have a scar. Don’t worry, I don’t care. Not that you will worry, but just in case….” Castien’s voice fades and he smiles. “I’m sorry. I’m babbling. I’ve been so worried.”
“How long have I been asleep.”
“Two days.”
“Two days?” Suddenly I am wide awake and struggle to sit up. The room spins around me and I fall back with Castien’s hand on my chest, encouraging me.
“Don’t panic. The healers made you sleep out the worst of the pain. “They came a little while ago and announced you fit to wake. They said your arm would be painful but bearable.”
I test my arm with a gentle movement and it hurts but not too much to bear.
“What happened?” My memory of the period just before I passed out is hazy. I remember the Starbloom and its deadly spores, but why was it ever presented to Castien.
“Apparently there is a movement that strongly objects to our alliance. They distrust us as much as my people distrust yours. Unfortunately, in your case the resistance is not confined to the Counsel. A group of rebels decided to take things into their own hands and get rid of me. Apparently they want to go further than break the alliance and go straight to all-out war. They thought that if they hurt me my father would retaliate and provide an excuse to imprison him and use him as a hostage to bring The Kingdom to its knees.”
“That’s outrageous. Were they apprehended?”
Castien frowns. “Those present were, but they have, so far, refused to give up their leaders. The allege they do not know them, and that may well be the case. Security has been increased, and our journey to Nestra has been delayed until our safety can be guaranteed.”
That I can understand. “I should─”
“No. What you should do is rest and heal. I will stay with you.”
Castien’s beautiful eyes are soft and shine with love. An itch at the back of my mind forces itself into my consciousness. “Your eyes. Your face. Why did the pollen not burn you?”

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Monday, 3 October 2016

What Am I Doing?

I'm sure there must be at least one person out there who's wondering what I'm getting up to, at least after reading this first sentence,

Well, as usual, I have about a dozen things on the go with not much getting done on any of them. I'm really trying to be good and narrow my focus, but I'm just not good at it. Not as bad as I am at business, marketing and promotion, but I'm trying hard to be better at those too. It's a case of groping in the dark but hey, when has groping ever been wrong, right? Well okay, sexual harassment is wrong but APART from that....

This is an update of the main things I'm working on


If you're as curious as Silver is about what the heck is going on in his world, read on

Enigma I is complete and won't be changed, other than being cleaned up a little bit.

Enigma II Fighting the Man - The new cover has been completed and we're due for a cover reveal very soon. Red has outdone himself and the cover is awesome.

Enigma III Friends and Lovers - This is complete and with Red for formatting. Red has started working on the cover but I haven't seen it yet.

We're looking to do a cover reveal on Enigma II in November with both I and II available free for a week/two week period before the release of III so everyone can get hold of the first two books before III hits them between the eyes.

For anyone who knows Silver and his friends, Book III will be more of the same but bigger. Ariel is getting into all kinds of trouble - most of which he brings on himself. River is getting things wrong, as usual, but at least he's trying. Ben is being a typical adolescent, and it backfires - big time. And Silver is...just being Silver.

Books IV and V are completed and will be coming in the New Year. Silver won't leave me alone and I'm already planning another book in which he goes on his first holiday and has a shocking phone call from his former Master.

New Releases

I have had one acceptance from Wayward Ink of a submission I made a while ago, which I hope will be released in the New Year

Angel's Heart is slightly different to my usual in that it is an outright romance.

Angel is a homeless whore with a bad heart
Sam is a feisty policeman who despises whores
When Sam is set to protect Angel from a murderer sparks fly.
Sam's open disgust slowly changes to something more as he learns to see past his own preconceptions and prejudices. When Angel meets and befriends a local teenager is Sam's anger really just about Angel's safety, or could it be jealousy.
As the murderer closes in, Sam's professionalism slips as he finally faces his feelings for Angel - but can Angel's heart take it?

I love Angel. He's a sweet boy with a big heart. It's a shame he's living on borrowed time with a heart condition he refuses to acknowledge. I can't promise he survives the book, but I'm sure he'll light your life before the end (of the book)

Current Projects


I'm almost finished revising an m/f  and m/m paranormal romance that I wrote some time ago. It's about vampires and angels, and is the first of a trilogy (at least it's expected to be). I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it when it's finished. I might go on to work on Book II (which has been written and completed) and Book III which has a lot of work to do and is about half finished.

Pretty Little Thing

Part I of a two part, young adult, contemporary romance series. This is finished, polished and ready to go.

This is one of my favourites. Not only are the characters endearing but I've explored all kinds of unconventional relationships.

Cammy is a small package of huge personality who wears silver hotpants to "wear your own clothes" day at school
Thorne is the ultra conservative son of an eminent politician who's about to make the big time with his goth band.
Rainbow (Bow) is an autistic boy with mental health issues who it is simply impossible not to fall in love with.

The three of them form a close bond and unusual relationship on a commune in Wales, while dodging bullets (literally) from Thorne's father who most certainly does not approve.

Callista is Cammy's mother who is in a relationship with, and has a child by, Luke, the leader of the commune. She also has a relationship and a child with Starchild, Bow's brother and a Rock Superstar. She also has relationships with two other men each with a child (one of which is Cammy) These relationships are ongoing and "the fathers" as they are collectively called are all fully aware of each other (and in some cases casually involved with each other)

The whole thing could be a complete mess, but I think it works.

In Book II, which is three quarters written, Thorne's band, The Forsaken are on the rise, touring with Cosmic Explosion, Starchild's band. This takes Thorne away from his boyfriends which takes a toll on Bow, who still won't move past kissing and cuddling even though "only sixteen" has now become "only seventeen" This time is is The Forsaken's drummer, Avon who provides the drama

Willow's Way

A young adult fantasy trilogy. This is a trip into fairyland that really allowed me to let loose my imagination. From flying green panthers, to shadow assassins and demons, to scarred princesses, two headed snakes and a mad (or is he) skink wizard. Book I is complete, Book II is almost complete and Book III is sketched

No idea who I'm going to sub with because it's mixed m/m and m/f


This year will be a collaboration with Stephanie Danielson, and so far we have two MC's, a small supporting cast and the bones of a story.

Sky is a drag queen, Travis is a welder working at his father's garage. Trav's brother doesn't approve but his girlfriend (who may now be his ex)  is on a mission to bring them together.

There are other things in the pipeline but I really should be confining myself to these for the moment. Of course I won't because that plot bunny is just waiting to pounce and another "next great thing" is waiting on the horizon. I hope that at least some of this list will be finished before then

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Wednesday Briefs Demon Chapter Thirty Three

There were some lovely prompts this week and I chose this one because it very much fits in with the way I can see this story going. I sense unexpected twists coming up.

The land through which we travel is very beautiful, but I am distracted by the pain in my side which makes breathing difficult. I must try to hide it from my father or he will have Lord Trevithick beaten, or even killed, and that would turn the Counsel against us.
The weather is extremely mild. Even when it rains it is hardly cold. Perhaps it is summer – or spring. It is almost always cold in The Kingdom. This clemency appears to have extended to the land and everything in it. Trees seem greener here, grass smells fresher and the river sparkles in the warm sunshine. It’s almost as if nothing is quite real, that it is an illusion of the best that could be. Strange, but although it seems like illusion, at the same time it is more real than anything in The Kingdom has ever been to me.
A creature darts from the forest, close to the road. It pauses, stares at us ─ at me ─ then turns and disappears back into the trees. It couldn’t be real. Deer-like in shape, with branching antlers standing proud on its head, it is smaller than a hunting hound; no more than two measures high. It’s back would not reach my knee. It’s hide is shimmering white, holding the promise of many colours, almost seen. My eyes burn with the sight of it long after it has gone.
As we progress, I see other animals, most of which are familiar, but some that are entirely alien. I am unsure whether others see what I see, but there is a growing restlessness among our caravan that makes me think they do.
We round a bend in the road and the vision that unfolds before us is almost beyond my comprehension. Why had I ever thought the people of this land, were simple forest folk?
From a slight incline the river spreads out below me. The faint shimmer I had thought was light on the water, is a bridge of glass, barely visible. Near the foot of the bridge, on an island in the middle of a river-bend is a small settlement, dominated by a large building that shimmers in the afternoon sun. Light refracts from many windows, and from a roof that appears to be made of glass. There are many gasps from behind me in the caravan.
I am mesmerised by the glittering towers and crystal rooves of not only the palace but the houses of the village that surrounds it. Light refraction lends colour to the crystalline surfaces and wherever there was no glass there was light stone, which I recognise as that which lies on the bed of the stream and the occasions outcrop we have passed on the road. The entire settlement gives the impression of cleanliness and prosperity.
We pass across a bridge that spans the river to the island. It is barely visible and our animals prance nervously until they find their feet and satisfy themselves the bridge is sturdy. On the far side, we pass under a stone arch and find ourselves in a courtyard paved with pink and white tiles. Grooms dressed in clothing very similar to those of the reception committee who now ride with our convoy. They take the reins of our animals and cheerfully urge us to dismount, which we do. We are left standing in an uncertain group at the center of the courtyard.
My father barks orders and soon, both our men and our animals have been led in different directions leaving a small group of myself, my father, Tian, his father and a small knot of personal guard. Other guards have taken Lord Trevithick, complaining bitterly. My father asked he be treated well, according to his position, but confined until such time as an enquiry can be carried out.
Tian’s father leads us through a clean, wide street in what is clearly a prosperous town. The people who walk the streets, or peep out of windows and doors, are dressed well in soft, pale fabrics and seem curious but unworried by our presence.
At the end of the street the road widens into another courtyard, this time spreading in front of the gates of the glorious palace.
It is not nearly as large as any of our palaces. Little more than a large house, but the elegant lines and pale stone makes it appear larger, and spun from some kind of edible structure. As we cross the courtyard the gates swing open.
I feel very exposed and I know father and our guards are nervous, too. It would be unthinkable, in the Kingdom, for a royal or nobleman to be out in the open like this. How can we be properly guarded? What if attackers should come from the streets surrounding the courtyard? We might be trapped in the middle.
A hand slips into mind and I find myself gazing into my lover’s eyes. His expression brings me calm.
“You have nothing to fear here,” he says and I believe him.
A small knot of people awaits us in the courtyard. Before I have opportunity to examine them closely, a small girl runs forward and holds out her hands to me. In the cupped palms is a tiny plant, two green leaves rising bravely from a bed of rich, brown earth.
Unsure of what is expected of me, I hold out my hands and she carefully transfers her gift with such a solemn expression I can barely suppress and smile.
When the plant is safely in my hands the girl steps back and smiles shyly at me. Before I can respond to her a strange tingle in my palms draws my attention and I gaze in wonder as the plant grows, its stem thrusting upwards and leaves unfolding along its length. At the tip, a bud forms and burst the pure white flower within scattering glittering spores as it opens.

Here are the rest of the briefers this week. Enjoy

Monday, 26 September 2016

Cover Reveal On Fire by Alicia Nordwell

I want to share a big thank you to my host for featuring the cover reveal today for my latest Dreamspinner Press release, On Fire, made by Garrett Leigh. Without further ado...

A fun tidbit: I actually took the picture of the mountain (it was not on fire at the time, lol)

A picture is definitely worth a thousand words when it comes to a cover, and these guys are hot, but I bet you'd like to know more about their story, so here goes!


Nothing beats getting out of the concrete jungle and into the quiet of the forest. Website designer Scottie Ness is taking a well-deserved vacation from the grindstone, and he plans to spend it in the solitude of Washington’s Gifford Pinchot National Forest around Mt. Adams. He’s prepared for everything—except the lightning storm that traps him in a wildfire.

The firefighter who rescues him sustains serious injuries and ends up in the hospital. Jax Quintero might be abrasive, but the guy saved his life, and Scottie wants to thank him. As they spend time together during Jax’s recovery and exploring the state’s landmarks when he’s released from the hospital, Scottie discovers there’s more to Jax than a smart-ass adrenaline junkie. Jax reassesses his opinion of Scottie as an arrogant city boy who has no business in the mountains. Though Jax’s wounds prevent them from taking things as far as they’d like for a while, they can’t deny the heat building between them—and this is one fire they don’t want to put out.
Where can you pick up your copy?
On Fire is available for pre-order at Dreamspinner Press now!

Because I love my fellow readaholics, I'm giving away a $5 gift card to Dreamspinner Press to celebrate finally being able to share On Fire's awesome cover and my photo inspiration for Jax and Scottie.

About the Author:
The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she's a MM romance author: "Why gay fiction? Why write men when you're a woman?" and her answer is: "Why the hell not!" Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out.

Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!

She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on under her online nickname, Cia.

Thursday, 22 September 2016

Flight Anthology Release Day

The 2016 Queer Sci Fi Flash Fiction anthology, "Flight", is here, and I have a story in it!

It's a really cool concept: A 300-word story should be easy, right? Many of our entrants say it’s the hardest thing they’ve ever written. Queer Sci Fi's Annual Flash Fiction Contest challenges authors to write a complete LGBTQ speculative fiction micro-story on a specific theme.

 "Flight" leaves much for the authors to interpret—winged creatures, flight and space vehicles, or fleeing from dire circumstances. Some astonishing stories were submitted—from horrific, bloodcurdling pieces to sweet, contemplative ones—and all LGBTQ speculative fiction. The stories in this anthology include AI’s and angels, winged lions and wayward aliens. Smart, snappy slice of life pieces written for entertainment or for social commentary.

Join us for brief and often surprising trips into 110 speculative fiction authors’ minds. The book us available in eBook form (4.99), and will soon be available in paperback with b/w illustrations inside (12.99) and in a special collector's edition with color illustrations (24.99).

Buy Links
Amazon eBook | Kobo | All Romance | Goodreads


What good is flight when there is no from or to; when the ‘from’ is gone and the ‘to’ far too far? Better, perhaps, simply to stay. But what if there is nowhere to stay?

Weary. So weary. Weary of flying and weary of staying. Perhaps, then, better to fall. No! Better to fly; to fly until there is no more flying in me, and then–– Darkness awaits wherever, but I am not one to submit. That’s my curse.

“Wait up.”

Oh no.

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Wednesday Briefs. Demon Chapter Thirty One and Two

I'm tired. This week is a neverending round of meetings and appointments. I haven't been able to rest properly since I came back from holiday and my body is complaining bitterly. I did a crazy thing the day before yesterday and bought new furniture. It's being delivered on Saturday, right in the middle of the visit of a friend I haven't seen in years. Sigh. I just have to keep in mind that it will all be worth it in the end. In the meantime, here is the next installment of Demon, with even more questions being dredged up. 

It appears I messed up the posting and numbering, because I completely missed out a week!!!

This post was supposed to have been Chapter Thirty Two which disappeared entirely. Therefore, I have added the chapter in to this one. I hope that makes sense.

This week I chose this picture

Chapter Thirty One

It hurts to stand and to breathe, but not as much as it hurts that I was too weak to prevent what happened to Tian. Father rages at Lord Trevithick and he rages back. The things he says disgust me.
“Stop.” The sound of my voice surprises me. It is louder and braver than I feel. “You laid hands not only on me but my prince also. Do not forget you are on his lands now. You have no authority here. Father, arrest him and hold him pending investigation. It is the least you can do given his assault on your son, and the possible damage what he has done to Tian might have on our mission here.”
Father hesitates. I understand why he does so. Lord Trevithick was one a friend of his and he holds great sway with the Counsel. However, this time he has gone too far and they both know it. Lord Trevithick blusters, spewing hatred about our coupling and a spear of unease hurts my heart. What if he does some real damage with my father or the Counsel? What if they hurt Tian? No. I cannot allow that to happen.
“Silence.” Again the strength of my own voice takes me by surprise. It hurts a little but I thrust the pain aside. It is fading anyway. “What we did was not wrong. Perhaps leading you to believe Jandra was Tian’s betrothed was wrong, but that was not my idea. I have always wanted honesty and here it is. Tian and I love each other and we will be together whether ignorant old men such as you will it or not.”
“It is an abomination. It is everything that is wrong with this sick alliance.”
“I love Tian and he loves me. There is nothing abominable about that, and this alliance is all that gives your miserable arse opportunity to save its seat in our home. Without it, when the South rises your perverted morals will do you no good against their magic. Do not speak.” I cut him off when he would have protested. A quick glance at Father reveals an almost amused expression. It gives me courage to continue.
“But this is for a later time. We have more pressing issues. Whatever your opinion of the alliance or my bedding habits you assaulted me and committed treason.”
“This is ludicrous. It was an accident. I was defending the honour of the kingdom and the crown as you defiled it with that demon.”
“That demon is my betrothed and crown prince of these lands. You will use his given name or title; or you will not speak of him at all. Your accident was a deliberate blow that caused me injury. There will be no more discussion. Guards, arrest Lord Trevithick and put him under guard on charge of treason.”
“Hold there,” Lord Trevithick blusters. “You have no right. I am a member of the Counsel.”
“Who is not exempt from charges of treason.”
“Still, that is going a little too far.”
I stare at my father in shock. I was not naïve enough to believe my father would approve of my actions but I did not think he would gainsay me. My heard slumps as Lord Trevithick sneers.
“Not at all,” a voice says, drawing our eyes to the raised flap and the handsome man who stands there. “In fact, if you do not arrest this man for treason under your laws, I shall have to do so under mine.”
“What? What are you talking about? Who are you? How dare you enter the royal tend uninvited.”
Without a word, the man moves smoothly into the tent and strikes Lord Trevithick across the face, sending him flying backward, as I had done a short while ago.
“That is for daring to lay hands on the Crown Prince of Coedwen. Had it not been that I respect the alliance I would have killed you for what you did.”
The cold, hard expression falls from the man’s golden eyes as he turns away from Lord Trevithick, with a flick of his hand, instantly dismissing him from his attention. “And this, I presume is the man that has stolen my son’s wits.”
I find myself wrapped in a warm embrace. Stunned, I hesitantly settle my arms around his surprisingly large girth and gaze over his shoulder. Tian beams at me and winks. Men dressed in forest great drag Lord Trevithick out of the tent while our own men watch helpless awaiting direction from my father, which never comes.
After a few moments Tian’s father draws back and scours my face, with a serious expression on his. “Tian has made a good choice,” he says. “For all that he was a damn fool to follow the pull of your bonding without proper preparation, I cannot say I blame him. When his mother’s call came I would have moved mountains to get to her.” His eyes narrow slightly. “You need work, but you will make a fine King.”
I begin to smile, but then his words hit. First; what does he mean need work? Second, and more important; king? True, I am crown prince and therefore set to rule after my father, but I feel that is not what he meant. It hits me. If Tian and I are joined, we are heirs to two kingdoms. I will rule here as he will rule my home. Oh hell.

As if reading my mind, Tian’s father smiles and grips my shoulder. “Details will come. For now perhaps you, and my wayward son, might like to dress. Come Alfric, let us leave our young to their affairs. I have a feast prepared. Partake of wine with me and our sons will follow as they may. I will leave my guard to ensure they are escorted safely to my halls. Your entourage would do well to strike camp and follow as soon as they may. The feast extends to them all.

Chapter Thirty Two

“Your bonded is very beautiful,” father says as we ride, side by side along a familiar road.
“Yes, he is. His heart is very pure.”
Father nods, but appears thoughtful, almost pensive. Words hang, unsaid between us and my anxiety increases. I had hoped father would take time to get to know Castien before he formed an opinion, but I should have known better. Father is a perceptive man and makes quick judgements that are rarely wrong.
I glance back to where Castien rides with his father. He seems ill at ease. Is he, too, anxious about his reception in my family and my home.
“What do you know about him?” Father asks, startling me.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you certain of his parentage?”
“What? I don’t understand. There are no doubts I’ve heard expressed regarding his claim to the throne.”
“It’s not his claim that concerns me.”
“Then what does?”
“Have you not sensed it?”
“Sensed what?” Father’s words scare me, but not as much as his expression. His brows are drawn and the tension in his lips betray deep emotion. He cannot be angry with my love; not this soon, so what can it be?
“Tell me all you know about him.”
Puzzled and alarmed though I am, I dare not question – mostly because I am afraid of the answers I might receive. A quickly and concisely as I can, trying to preserve objectivity, I appraise Father of all that I know, which I soon realize is not very much.
“I know he seems…different to the others; smaller and more delicate, but he has suffered ill health all his life. I hoped our healers might discover the cause and assist him to overcome his ailments.”
“What have you felt? You have some skill in healing. Surely you have made some attempt to cleanse him. You must have touched his energies during the bonding. Did you get no sense of where the problems lie?”
I think back. There have been a number of times when energy has flown between us and his has always been golden. I ponder. The energies of The Kingdom generally, are harsh and uncompromising. They are coloured red and purple. Of course, people vary and shades differ, but it is rare that one born and raised among one colour palette bears none of the shades of those around him. True, the queen is not purple and red, but neither is she gold. Come to think of it, I have never come across anyone whose energy is so golden; so…pure.
“I think I understand. Castien is very different to anyone else I have met from The Kingdom. His energy is golden. I have never encountered anyone whose energy is so bright or so pure. His flaws are invisible at that level. Whatever issues manifest externally have no roots in his energies. What does it mean? Everyone has flaws. Why am I not seeing them? And where does his ill health come from?”
“Perhaps your eyes are blinded by your love.” Finally, Father’s face relaxes into one of his warm smiles. “I can see that he is easy to love. Whatever mystery surrounds him does not detract from his sweetness.”
“You will accept him?”
Father’s smile turns sad. “Did you fear I would not?”
“Not until this conversation.”
“Take heart. There is something about your bonded that worries me deeply, but it does not flavour my certainty that he will be a good partner for you and an excellent ally for our people. Your mother will love him as much as you do, from first sight.”
“And you?” My heart thuds. I had not realized quite how important it would be that my father not only approve of, but care about my love.
“He has changed you. Your restlessness is calmed; your spirit shines. I cannot say for sure until I know him better, but my feeling is that he and I shall come to be good friends. Fear not, I will approve your union, and I will care for him as my own.”
Breath hisses from me and sudden weakness causes my hand to shake on the reins. Had I really been so worried?
The River Rede meanders through the wide plain at the heart of Coedwen, as though the Great Mother wrote in water, a word of power in a script long since forgotten. To have followed its banks would have added weeks to our journey. The loops are miles wide and cities sparkle, crouch or bask on the islands that decorate the arcs and curves. Some are large enough for great, sprawling cities, some so small they are inhabited only by small tufts of trees and the graceful birds that flock to the magical waters of the river. Fortunately, there are bridges, and we will soon join the great road that cuts through the centre of the valley. I wonder what they will make of that, as it is made not by man but by magic.
Our visitors may scoff at the existence of magic, but they are in my world now. Long ago, magillium was commonplace, and its properties permeated our lands and contaminated the water. Over centuries this has been diluted but there are few plants or animals here who do not exhibit some small talent in the manipulation of energy that some call magic. I wonder what my prince and his people will think when they first come across such a plant or creature.
So far, we have travelled only the very edge of our country, where magic is at its weakest. My gaze is drawn to the misty horizon where the mountain that shelters my home is visible only as a shadow against the morning sun. We will not reach it today, but we have a palace on the shores of a small island within the next loop. We should reach it within the hour. Here, my prince will receive his first taste of the life we will live; safe from the ridiculous rules and prejudices that have imprisoned his spirit for so long.

Now go check out the rest of our flashers this week