6/25/2016

Voices in Your Head? Binging, Bread Bags #writestuff #caffeinateme #amwriting


 Good Morning. *sips coffee* Coffee is the secret to adulting in our house too.  Coffee is the best part of adulting. So the heat wave is predicted to break and temperatures drop back into the 80's next week. I'm hoping that I survive that long without melting. My tomatoes are thriving, but the zucchini is looking a little wilted.

*fingers crossed*

I've been huddling inside in the air conditioning trying not to go out any more than I have too.

Which is leaving me with plenty of time to indulge in one of my favorite summertime activities, binge watching television shows. Right now, I'm up to about season 4 of the new Dr. Who. I powered through Grimm, and am awaiting season 6 with impatience. Up next I have season 3 of Marvel Agents of Shield, and I am taking recommendations for after that.

If you're a binge watcher, I highly recommend Justified and Suits, both of which are available via Amazon Prime television. I find myself on Amazon Prime as Netflix seems a bit more flaky in terms of streaming lately.

BUT... I'm also writing. Not as fast as I'd like, but at least the story is there. That's way better than last month. Still working on Parkerburg 4 with Havan Fellows. I'm not telling who the mc's are going to be, but its a fun story so far.




Then I saw this. This is about as much truth as the internet holds...
I'm a 1. Someone in my household is a 3. I know, because every time I pick up the loaf of bread, half the bread falls out and lands in the dog's water bowl.

Anyway, that gave me a chuckle, so I though I'd pass it on.





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Because You're You 

Can a good cop find love with a bad boy?

Devyn Strake's piercings and tats are sexy as hell, but what Sully finds really appealing, is the young father's tender care of his son.


6/22/2016

A+, Dilemma, Triberr #writestuff #caffeinateme



Good morning friends! Happy Humpday! *sips coffee* High today is predicted to be 100. That's right. It's going to be an A+ scorcher of a day. Fortunately, I have no errands to run and no cause to be outside.

This leaves me plenty of time to stare at the computer screen and contemplate a couple of dilemmas that arose yesterday. I'm only going to tell you about one though. The other one is trivial, and if I contemplate it too long I'll probably figure out that mostly its bothering me because of my ego, lol.

Anyway, here goes. So, I belong to a few Triberr tribes, writers and book bloggers, mostly erotic and romance. The purpose of Triberr is to support one another by sharing posts that may be of interest to your readers via Twitter and/or Facebook. I'm usually the sort who just goes down the stream and clicks all the green buttons to share it all, because I know what a voracious appetite readers have for the written word.

But yesterday I had to pause.

One blogger's post raised a dilemma for me. It wasn't that the post had explicit content, or that I disapproved of it at all. It was just that it was a post for a children's book.  It felt sort of wrong for me to be out there promoting a children's book as an author of erotic romance.

So I skipped that post, and it's still sitting there in  my stream. I know it will be there again tomorrow morning, and the next, until or unless I finally clear it away. I want to share it, because the particular blogger is very good about sharing all my posts, but ...

What do you think?

Would you find it creepy or jarring to find a post in my news feed about a children's book?


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6/21/2016

Surprise, Advice, Storm #writestuff #caffeinateme


Good morning friends! *sips coffee* This is one of those days, where even though I wake up on time, I feel like I'm going to be playing catch up and chasing my own tail all day. The cat thought 4 am was a good time for breakfast. After an hour of playing dead, I decided she was not going to give up, so I got up and fed her. I've been drinking coffee ever since trying to wake up for real.

Want to hear a secret? Something you don't know about me? Yesterday I was cleaning off my desk because I couldn't see surface of course, when my glance fell on a framed document. It made me smile, which is exactly why I framed it back in October of 2010. I'm not the sentimental sort about things as a rule. I throw most things away- birthday cards, christmas cards, etc. I collect memories, not debris. But this...

Back when I first got my first check (because I hadn't set up direct deposit yet) from Amazon, I photocopied  it and framed it.It's only for $12, but hey, that $12 enabled me to take the SO out for coffee and pie.  The photo sits on my desk to remind  me I'm a writer, I make money doing this thing that I love, and that life is a wonderful thing. Even when the words don't come out right, and the pages stay white for days on end- I have that memory to help me continue to persevere, to keep at it.

Which is where I'm heading off to now. Back to work on Parkerburg #4. I'll leave you with this... a little advice for the day.




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6/20/2016

Story Orgy Presents: This Is Not About Part 3 #mmromance #storyorgy #prompt

Good morning friends! I have finally been inspired enough to pick up my old prompting habit again. This little snippet continues a story I began back in January. It only had two parts at that time, so this is part three. To catch you up, Drake has been pining after a break up, but his long time best friend Mick is sick of the moping. He thinks it's time for Drake to look around him and realize that love has been beside him all this time.


This Is Not About
Part 3
“Every morning…”

“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” Drake didn’t bother to put down his book. In all honesty, he was still a little pissed at Mick for leaving him at the restaurant the week before.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Mick yanked the chair opposite Drake, dislodging Drake’s foot from the lower chair rung.
Drake dropped The Sandman Overture to the table, narrowly missing his coffeecup. He glared at his friend. “Doesn’t look like I can stop you, does it?”
Mick’s green eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. “Don’t act like a spoiled brat.”
That it of anger over being embarrassed last Friday spiked. “Fuck you.”
“You wish,” Mick retorted smoothly.
“You should be so lucky.” Drake shot back. They glared at each other for a long minute before Mick’s lips twitched. The microexpression was all it took to alter the direction of Drake’s emotion. He burst into laughter as the twitch became a grin and then a chuckle.
“Sorry.” Drake finally got control of his laughter. His stomach ached pleasantly from the laughter,and his mood was incredibly lighter. “You were right, and I didn’t want to admit it.”
“It’s fine.” Mick picked up a napkin and shook it out over his lap then flagged down the waitress. “So, you want to go out this Friday?”
It was like swallowing vodka when you thought you were drinking from a water bottle. His mind instantly went in the wrong direction. Mick was hot. So sexy.. lean, pretty, and so off limits. It took less than three seconds. Not long enough for Mick’s expression to change, not long enough for the waitress to get to the table, but long enough for Drake to picture his friend naked, get turned on and feel like a complete jerk. Then the other shoe dropped and he realized that Mick was NOT asking him on a date, but asking him if he wanted to go somewhere and hang out, like they did most Fridays. “Yeah, I’m u-” Aware of his stirring senses, he abandoned the word up and finished with “in. Maybe someplace with music.”
“Leave it to me.” Mick beamed,turning a brilliant smile on the waitress who’d finally arrived at their table. “Coffee,black please.”
“One black coffee. Can I bring you a muffin, or a plate of eggs and bacon?” The cute waitress was blatantly ogling Mick, and Drake felt embarrassed for the poor girl. He wanted to shoo her away from the table or tell her just how gay Mick was, but he couldn’t.
Mick however, it seemed was used to being stared at, and he just smiled kindly and shook his head. “Just coffee, sweetie, thanks.”
She blushed and scurried away, giggling.
Drake watched her go, turned back to Mick, who had grabbed a pen from his pocket and was writing on a napkin.
“Happens all the time.” Mick said, not looking up.
“Girls young enough to be your daughter hit on you all the time?” Drake derided. “I can imagine.”
“No.” Mick threw down the pen and pushed the napkin to the edge of the table. “People recognize me from the show all the time.”
“Oh yeah. She was eying you like a side of beef.”
“She was not.” Mick’s cheeks pinkened, and h ducked his head. “I’m gay. All of Morrisonville knows it. And she’s not young enough to be my daughter. I’m only thirty-five and my daughter is twelve.”
Drake spewed the coffee he’d just sipped. It sprayed over his plate and splattered the table. “Daughter?”

***
“Yeah. Did I forget to mention that little detail?” Mick watched Drake nearly swallow his tongue while he attempted to gather his wits. He tossed a napkin in Drake’s direction and waited while Drake mopped at the liquid he’d sprayed all over.
Finally, Drake spoke. “I have known you all our lives. In kindergarten you had a Barbie lunchbox.”
“You punched me in the nose because of that lunch box.” Mick reminded him.
“Because my dad wouldn’t let me have one. My sister Ava had one with sparkles, and sparkles were too cool.”
“My daughter went to school the first day of kindergarten with a hot wheels lunch box.”
“That’s great. But my point was, I know you. You’ve been gay since forever and everyone knew it. You do not have a daughter.”
“But I do. Want to see a picture?” He reached for his phone, where the latest pictures of Mika were stored in a separate file. “Her mother just sent these.” Without waiting for Drake’s answer, he swiped the phone on and set about finding the photos.
“Who?”
“Mika, my daughter.” Mick jerked as the phone was snatche dout of his hand. He glanced up to find Drake glowering at him. It was amusing, and yet… a little shiver went down his spine. Drake mad was seriously hot.
“Who is her mother? You’ve never dated a woman. I doubt you’ve ever even touched one, let alone impregnated one.”
“Her mother is a very nice lesbian named Gina who wanted to have a child. She lived-”
“I remember Gina. redhead, no boobs. Lived across the hall from you in that dive you used to rent.” Drake sneered, but his anger had faded, his expression confused.
Mick decided to end the joke. “I donated sperm, dumbass. She wanted someone to father a child, not a lover or a husband.”
“She sends you pictures. I suppose you split holidays like a divorced couple?”
“No,” Mick picked up the napkin and began shredding it. The talk about his daughter was all his fault, he knew that. He just had to blurt out the one big secret that he’d managed to keep from Drake all these years. Well, the second biggest secret. “I’ve never actually met her. It wasn’t a relationship. I was… down. Thought I’d never find anyone of my own, never have a chance to have kids otherwise. And we agreed, Gina and I, that she’d tell Mika who I was when she was old enough to ask.”
Drake bit his lip, eyes darkening. “She hasn’t asked?”
“She’s twelve. Barely old enough to realize that a woman can’t have a baby by herself. I’m okay with it. I didn’t bring this up to-” Every morning he woke up, wondering if today was the day he’d get the call, if today was the day he’d get to be called Dad.
“Hah! Have you seen-”
Mick held up a hand. “I have seen way more than I want to. But Mika and Gina live in the country, and she’s very sensible. Plays softball and the violin. No way is our daughter going to turn into Miley Cyrus. Speaking of… guess who not so politely canceled her appearance on Morning in America?” He deliberately changed the subject.
“There is no way you booked Miley Cyrus. Morning in America is just not…”
“Uh uh uh. We’re grabbing a bigger share of the audience all the time.”
“It’s regional.”
“It’s the age of cable, made for Netflix, and Amazon. Television as we knew it is dead my friend.” Mick drained his coffee and stood. “Besides, I hear they have a really hot, gay host.”
“I can’t believe you had a daughter and kept it from me all this time.” Drake was thumbing through the pictures he’d finally found on the phone.   There weren’t a lot, because Mick saved the rest on a thumbdrive at home, but enough. A smiling dark eyed infant, a charming five year old with one front tooth missing, hugging that Hot Wheels lunch box, and one of Mika with her violin, a mutinous frown on her piquant face.
Already he regretted the impulse to prove to his friend that Drake didn’t know everything about him. This awkward sense of exposure served him right for trying to prove there was still enough mystery between them to make a relationship interesting. “It wasn’t really my story to tell. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“I’d like to meet her someday.” Drake looked like the comment had surprised him as much as it had surprised Mick.
“Yeah, me too. Meanwhile, I’ll pick you up tonight, eight o’clock ok?”

Drake was chewing his lip again, a gesture that spoke to his confusion. Mick liked it. He liked that Drake was confused by him, it reassured him that he wasn’t alone in his current state. “Ok.” Drake agreed, though he sounded fairly hesitant.




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6/17/2016

Lost Glasses, Universal Mysteries, Rocking On #writestuff #caffeinateme



Good morning friends! *sips coffee* That's as far as I got this morning. It is now 6pm and I am finally back to working on the blog post for the day.

On the plus side? It's a much nicer, more mellow day than in recent weeks. Nice cool breeze, only about 85, and yeah. Mellow.


I'm still soaking in the atmosphere of that new Mudcrutch album. Loving it, I tell you. Tom Petty and company are the best.


Among othe rthings, I spent half an hour looking for my glasses this morning. Totally not my fault, either because as it turned out, the cat had borrowed them during the night.


Then this happened.


Incredible. We have the ability to locate a single molecule in the depths of the galaxy, and yet I cannot find my shoes ten minutes after taking them off. #mysteriesoftheuniverse

All sorts of fabulous archeological stories, too. Tons of inspiration for my Ocean Archeologist story- wonder where I put that WIP? Tiem to drag it to the for and get some work done on it.

Not tonight though.

Tonight... I write the prompt. That's right. Story Orgy prompt time is here again. Look for a snippet of m/m romance next Monday to go with the prompt "Every morning..."




6/16/2016

Happiness, Siesta, Mudcrutch! #caffeinateme #writestuff


Good morning! *sips coffee* It continues to be unrelentingly hot out, and I have come to understand the concept of a siesta as never before. The heat saps your energy like nothing else. Therefore, I've been trying to work early in the morning. My plans today were foiled by an internet outage. Isn't that the way things go? As a result of the outage, I wound up losing consciousness instead of working, and I don't think it counts as a siesta if you fall asleep before 9 and wake up before noon. 

So I'm totally stoked today because I just discovered that Tom Petty has a new album out. Mudcrutch 2 released on May 20th and I am jubilant. I can be that, right? I know it's usually used for things like British Queen's extravaganza's - does anyone else remember the jubilee? But anyway... New Tom Petty music is a reason to celebrate at our house. Break out the crystal, buy a new bottle of honey jack and climb up on the roof. Crank the sound up loud and watch the stars for a few hours. 

Not that I'm waiting for darkness to fall to listen to this baby. No way. 




In fact... I'm going to have to cut this post short so I can just kind of dive into the music. Y'all understand I'm sure. See you later!

6/15/2016

#deal #kindlefire #amazon

Just a quick note folks- logged on to Amazon to buy that Mudcrutch album, and what did I spy but this steal of a deal from Amazon?

For a limited time, and it didn't say how long, you can buy a 7 inch Kindle Fire or $39. If everyone in my family didn't already have one, I'd have been stocking up.

No really.

I've been a happy Fire owner since the very first one came out. I considered it well worth the price I paid back then, but this...

I doubt you could find another tablet that is comparable for such a low price.





(That's just a product link- not an affiliate link. I never did get into that program lol)

I'm Melting, Oops, Free from ARE, #amwriting #caffeinateme #writestuff


Good morning everyone! *sips coffee* I hate to sound like a broken record, but man! It's freaking hot already! Think cool thoughts... just think cool thoughts and all will be well.

Another day of temperatures in the 90's. My zucchini is loving it, at least. The tomatoes are thriving also, just the peppers appear to be ready to give up. Today is designated as a work day, but I think I'm going to stick to indoor work.

Speaking of work, I had a big oops. I have a few books that are supposed to be marked free at All Romance, and they apparently went back to 99¢. My mistake. I fixed the issue, and once again, you can get Cold Snap, Chances Are, The Aristocrat and His Servant, and Centurion free at All Romance, in addition to the super shorts, The Captain's Cabin and Nothing to Forgive.

While I was over there I couldn't help noticing a few more fabulous free reads, and I may have picked up a few to peruse in between work stints.

In case you're wondering, I got


  • My Gay Geek Crush - New to me author, but I LOVE the best friends to lovers story line. 
  • Shirt - Ok, it's Amy Lane, and a Ryan and Scotty story. Picking this one up was a no-brainer. 
  • Harlan's Ryde - I've read this one before, of course. It's written by my very best friend Havan Fellows and is a complete riot. Re-reading it is top on my list. 
Unfortunately, I can't read anything until I get some words on the page, so I'd best get myself off to the WIP. 

Y'all have a great day and stay cool :)

6/14/2016

ARE Rebate! Save on His Dream Lover by Lee Brazil #mmromance #erotic

Just a quickie friends!



Bargain alert! FYI friends, there's a rebate on Totally Bound products at ARe. No idea how long this sale will last, but it means you can pick up His Dream Lover, a sort of fantasy romance I wrote for a Story Orgy anthology a few years back, and get $ back to shop again another day :) #mmromance #sale #limitedtimeoffer



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Margaritas For the 4th of July #celebrate #tequila #usa


Good morning friends and readers! *sips coffee*  It continues to be hot as all get out here, but that just means its perfect weather for planning our 4th of July bash.

Perhaps bash is a little overly er... I might be exaggerating just a wee bit. The truth is, it's just family. About a dozen people altogether.

We're picking up fireworks and plotting out what to throw on the grill, and of course, nothing says summer like a sweet, tangy margarita. I've got the Pinterest open in another browser tab and I'm trying to narrow down from hundreds of possibilities to about five that I can make up and taste test over the next few weeks. Have to choose just one. I'm going for flavor, but also want something with a celebratory appearance.

So far, it's looking like these are my best options:

Blueberry Margarita I happen to have a ton of frozen blueberries on hand already because they have been on sale here a lot, and I use them in a lot of baking. So this would be handy.

Blood Orange I love the color. I'm just not sure my local grocers can come through on the blood oranges. Am I prepared to drive an hour in search of blood oranges? Maybe.

Blue Margarita Only four ingredients. That means quick and easy to prepare. And a very pretty blue
in color.

Strawberry Mango  Look at the color on that one! It's amazingly red :) Plus, this one has the added benefit that I'm a huge fan of mango. Love it.

Then there's this...

Tequila Lime Crush It's not very patriotic in appearance, but it does look pretty intense and flavorful. Crushed pineapple? What says summer better?

Anyway, I'm hoping to narrow down my selection to just one by the 4th. Maybe two. Two margaritas isn't too many is it? I suppose I should have a pitcher of something else on hand for anyone who doesn't like tequila. SMH Philistines. 

Right then. Off to make up the shopping list and put words on the page. You all have a great day. 




His Grandma always said he'd come to no
 good. Chances Are, she's right



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6/13/2016

HOT, Garden, Writing #mmromance #cool #amwriting


Good morning friends and readers! *sips coffee* . Summer hasn't quite arrived, but it's making it's intent known with a vengeance. The temperatures here have been in the high 80's low 90's for a few days, and my AC unit is letting me know it doesn't appreciate the extra work! Makes you wonder how our ancestors survived without AC, doesn't it? 
Despite my overly dramatic concerns, I'm not going to melt, so I am attempting to make the best of this situation. The best of it appears to be that my garden is loving the heat. We built container gardens as an experiment this year- 6 4 foot square boxes- so its a tiny garden, but no weeding- which my knees appreciate- and not a lot of room. If they continue to do well, we'll double the number of boxes next year. I have tomatoes- several already fruiting-, zucchini, and three different types of peppers. The tomatoes alone will save me a fortune at the grocery store. If we get a good crop I'll be canning like mad in a few weeks. I have plans for spaghetti sauce, tomato soup, salsa... And diced tomato blends. Last time we grew tomatoes I made a bell pepper, tomato, onion blend with Italian spices and olive oil that was fabulous in pasta dishes. 
Anyone out there put up their own tomatoes? I enjoy canning as it reminds me of my childhood, but also, food tastes so much fresher! We'll be eating plenty of tomatoes right off the vine, too. Nothing beats that flavor. 
Update to writing work: It's been a while. I've been experiencing a serious case of writer's block, exacerbated by the fact that I had a B-12 deficiency. That created a great deal of confusion, exhaustion, and was scary as heck. Have been on supplements for a month now and things are looking up. My symptoms are reduced, and I actually have energy and ideas. So, yes. I'm working again. :) My current projects are Parkerburg #4 with Havan Fellows, and the seventh book in my ongoing series A Rake in London. We're about half done with the Parkerburg book, and I'm about 1/3 into the Rake story. This one is a tricky one, trying to balance Gavin's uh...earthy desires with his growing awareness that he really only loves Marcus. Hope to have that done the end of this month. Oh... and the fourth Truth or Dare book is due for re-release at the end of the month, too. 

Those are my goals, at any rate.  Meanwhile, remember I have a couple of short stories available as free reads at All Romance and Smashwords. These were both previously published stories, and I really wanted to get them back out to readers as freebies in appreciation of all the support that you've given me over the years. The response has been overwhelming! Thank you so much to all of the readers who have already downloaded Nothing to Forgive and The Captain's Cabin. Both have earned Silver Best Seller Stars at All Romance ebooks.

Nothing to Forgive  is a best seller in three categories: Drama, Contemporary and Gay, and The Captain's Cabin also earned Silver Stars for Gay Erotica and Historical Erotica. 
If you haven't already picked up a copy, get yours today. 
Thank you again!






4/13/2016

Now Available! It's Simple, Simon - A Contemporary Take on a Classic Rhyme #mmromance #sensual

Greetings! I'm pleased to announce another of my Breathless Press titles is being re-released. The book will be available in electronic and paper formats on April 13th at the following vendors:

 SMASHWORDS    ALL ROMANCE     Direct from Author     AMAZON   Paperback



It's Simple, Simon

Simon Carter has achieved unimaginable success and he owes it all to a man from his past whose scorn set fire to his ambition.

"It's Simple, Simon. You lack ambition."

Chase Garvin's jibe had sent Simon Carter on unexpected paths and brought him unimaginable success. No longer a penniless musician, the highly paid investment banker is going home for the first time in years. He plans to rest, relax, and spend a little time rubbing his ex-lover's nose in his success. A visit to the Renaissance Fair brings this not-quite-so-simple- Simon nose to nose with his past and somehow revenge doesn't seem quite so attractive.
Chase Garvin, Denver, Colorado's very own Pie Man, is still incredibly handsome. What's more, the more mature Chase is very appreciative of Simon's talents.
When the old attraction flares between them, Simon and the Pie Man get caught up in tasting the wares, and neither counts the pennies.


EXCERPT
He sniffed the golden pies. Mmm. Chase had always been talented in the kitchen. The aroma was intoxicating. Delicious. As he ate, savoring the flaky crust and rich fillings, he contemplated the man who'd treated him to the pies. Chase was one hot baker. He'd always been sexy, but there was no way that hunk of beef could fit into his old Renaissance garb. Chase had put on muscle. His shoulders had broadened, his biceps bulged, and mmm.... The rest was hidden behind that voluminous apron, but Simon doubted that it had changed much.
Best of all, Chase still seemed to find him attractive. That was just icing on the cake. The sugar on the pie? He chuckled softly. Whatever it was, he liked it. Liked the idea that Chase might still be interested in him sexually. As he licked the sugary filling off his fingers, he contemplated abandoning his plan. After all, Chase hadn't meant to hurt him years ago, and he'd certainly seemed welcoming enough, even though to all appearances Simon hadn't changed over the years. Yeah, there really wasn't any reason to prove to Chase how successful and ambitious he really was. He should just come clean.
On the other hand, he felt like enough of an idiot for hiding his success in the first place. He bit into the next pie, feeling the juice trickle down his chin. He licked at it, chewing and swallowing, scrabbling absently for a napkin to wipe his chin. It would be horribly embarrassing to go back to that booth and offer to pay for the pies, to tell Chase why he hadn't wanted to pay in the first place.
"Here, I'll get that for you." Chase grabbed his napkin. To his surprise, Chase drooped down onto the grass next to him. Instead of dabbing his chin with the white paper napkin, the man leaned forward, his breath a warm buttery scented breeze as he hovered close for a moment before gently licking the juice off Simon's skin.


Reviews of Previous Edition

  • How could I not be intrigued by a gay twist on a classic nursery rhyme? I picked this book up because I wanted to see if it was possible to make a good story out of a not so good rhyme. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the author managed to make it into a story I actually got into and wanted to read. – Reviewed by Andrea at Jessewave


  • the journey was exquisite. It was a lovely balance of yearning and confidence, independence and compromise, love and hate. Through their experiences, we come to appreciate how love doesn’t always come easy, but if it’s right, the challenges are worth it in the end. – Reviewed by Doug at Top 2 Bottom Reviews

Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955