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October 13, 2010
Reviews of The Wanderer
It's nice when you are working on new stories, and sometimes a little stalled or lost when you hear things about the finished books. I had three good reviews of The Wanderer all come in, pretty much the same day.
This is one of those reviews that is really in depth and wonderful to receive The Wanderer reviewed at the romance reviews .
And I remember this reviewer reading my first book so it was an unexpected and nice thing to read her thoughts: The Wanderer at Sensual Reads .
This is one of those reviews that is really in depth and wonderful to receive The Wanderer reviewed at the romance reviews .
And I remember this reviewer reading my first book so it was an unexpected and nice thing to read her thoughts: The Wanderer at Sensual Reads .
October 12, 2010
Jesse out today and news
Jesse is out today!
Jesse at LI with another excerpt .
I also saw a review of The Wanderer which you can see here .
I want to thank my readers over at Goodreads. I still haven't figured out how to make my way on that site but your interest is very appreciated. I think the next thing I'll be working on is a newsletter, with news and free stories in it, so hopefully will be fun. This month I'm working on a short for ARe's newsletter and I'm also nearing the finish of my novella Shape Shifter Cowboy.
October 11, 2010
A taste of Jesse, out today from LI
Sometime this evening my book Jesse will be out from Loose Id. Here's a taste.
When Jesse Coulter roars up on a Harley one dusty afternoon back into ranch foreman Kyle Jacob's life, Kyle is confronted with everything forbidden he has wanted for years. Jesse is twenty years old, with a ruff of dark hair and blue eyes that remind Kyle of the heart of a lit gasoline flame yet Kyle can't let himself touch Jesse because not only is he too young, he's the brother of Kyle's lost lover.
When Jesse Coulter roared up on his battered Harley, a dust cloud a high plume behind him, Kyle ducked behind the bunkhouse on the Double M Ranch.
Ducked, hell. Here he was, the foreman, and he was hiding! He pulled off the leather gloves he'd been wearing while working in the horse barn and wiped his damp, shaking palms on his dusty jeans, tears burning his eyes.
Jesse.
He couldn't stop himself from taking another look at the young man as he removed his motorcycle helmet, his dark brown hair still cut short, but spiky at the front. His lean face was on the long side, with a trace of early beard on his chin, adding the texture of manhood to his olive skin. But it was his eyes that made Kyle feel like he'd taken a punch, eyes the pale blue flame of a lighter flaring in the dark.
His lover Mac's kid brother. Kyle had missed Jesse intensely, an ache in his gut, maybe because of the secret they shared.
Kyle hadn't seen Jesse since the day of Mac's funeral. He squeezed his eyes shut, remembered pulling up in his truck at the ranch that terrible day, Jesse and his younger brother, David, crammed together in the passenger side, tears brimming in Jesse's beautiful flame blue eyes. He had looked over at Kyle, and Kyle had seen his bewilderment, as if the kid had taken a bat to the face. Why had Mac died?
"Jesus, kid, I don't know." Kyle's voice had broken as he undid his seat belt. It'd been an accident. Looking for reasons… He couldn't help doing it too, just like Jesse and David. But it didn't help; it was something his mind would go back and forth over, worrying, while the clock ticked in his empty bedroom.
Jesse had helped the dazed twelve-year-old David out of his seat belt from habit. They'd all stumbled from the truck, the boys wearing black jeans and T-shirts because there'd been no time to purchase suits for Mac's funeral. Suddenly David had thrown himself into Kyle's arms, gripping him tight, trembling.
"He's never coming back," David had whispered.
Kyle had swallowed hard, because there had been just a hint of a question in that young voice. "No, Davy, but he'll be with us as long as we remember him," Kyle had said.
Holding on to David, rubbing his back, Kyle had felt lost. He had been forty-one, and he'd felt lost. He'd stared at Jesse, and Jesse had looked back at him. A single tear had tracked down his cheek before dripping off the edge of his jaw. "Jesse," he had whispered, aching to give comfort. But Jess was stubborn, always so damn stubborn, like Mac had been. And he'd been sullen, avoiding Kyle sometimes. Kyle could guess why.
Kyle took a deep breath and tried the other way to communicate with Jesse, to offer him what solace he could.
"Jesse, I don't know why Mac's gone. It doesn't make sense."
Jesse's jaw ticked, and for a long moment Kyle thought he wouldn't make use of the strange telepathic bond that linked them. Hell if Kyle understood it, but from the moment Mac had brought his younger half brothers to stay on the ranch, Kyle had been able to pick up on Jesse's thoughts sometimes. At first he'd feared he was going crazy. But over time he'd just grown accustomed to it. Like seeing or hearing, it was just another sense he could make use of.
"I have to take care of David. How do I do that?"
Jesse's voice sounded like everything that made him Jesse. Like his love of tinkering with engines at school, like a fork of lightning before it connects with a tree. It was hard for Kyle to describe, even to himself. But when they linked, he was surrounded by the essence of Jesse. He'd never asked if it was the same experience for Jesse. In fact, he'd tried hard not to use their weird bond, because he was dating Mac. Still, it was Jesse with whom he shared this secret pathway.
"You and David will always have a home here with me. We'll find a way to stay a family, I promise you, and we'll figure out how to take care of David together."
But even as Kyle made the vow, as if to make Kyle a liar, another truck pulled into the driveway. It was battered, burning oil. A man with deep wrinkles around his mouth and eyes got out of the cab, his gaze zeroing in on Kyle, David, and Jesse. Kyle had never met the senior Coulter, Morrison, a man who drove trucks cross-country for a living, but he knew instinctively who he was, when Jesse's fists balled.
"Boy, get in the truck," the man ordered, pointing at David.
"Pa…?" David whispered. "Pa, M-Mac's dead."
The man's face didn't change expression. He looked at Kyle. "If he hadn't been living here with you, he'd be alive."
Kyle's eyes stung. It was true. Mac had died when he tried to free a cow trapped by an early-spring mudslide. As foreman, Kyle'd sent him out to do the job. But he hadn't known how bad it was -- and damn it, why hadn't Mac called him? He always took on too much.
Had taken on too much.
And now he was gone.
"Don't listen to him!" Jesse's voice cut into Kyle's leaden guilt like a fiery sword.
David looked up at Kyle as if confused by his father's cold words. Kyle saw the boy's eyes, red and puffy. David hadn't slept until Jesse had pulled him into his arms the night before on the living-room couch of the small cabin they all shared. Then the poor kid had conked out from exhaustion.
"Don't you look to him," Morrison growled. "I told you what to do, David, so you do it!"
"Morrison," Jesse croaked. He put his skinny seventeen-year-old body between Morrison and his younger brother. "He doesn't understand. We just…we just buried Mac."
"But you do, don't you?" Morrison growled. "You'll be just like him, won't you? Sick…"
Kyle gently squeezed David's shoulder. "Just…do what your pa says, Davy. I'll talk to him."
"I got nothing to say to you," Morrison spat. Anger shot from eyes the same gray as Mac's. It hurt, seeing hate in eyes the exact shape and color of his dead partner's.
Once David was safely out of earshot in the truck, Kyle tried reasoning with Morrison. "Mac took them from you, and you didn't care. This is their home now." Kyle played his only card. "I have money saved. Take it. Leave the boys."
Mac would have hated Morrison being here. He'd rescued his brothers and loved them fiercely. Together, he and Kyle had enrolled them in school, taken them to nearby Pigeon Lake Beach on sultry summer days to swim, to sail, to ride horseback on the lakeside trail.
"You killed my boy," Morrison said. "I don't want anything from you."
"Don't you say that!" Jesse cried.
Morrison slapped him.
Kyle went for him, unable to abide anyone laying a hand on Jesse. But Jesse caught him, held on to him, his face suddenly older, harder, the way it'd been when Mac first brought the boys to the ranch to live. "I need to talk to him, Kyle."
Kyle's jaw tightened. "Hell no!" he told Jesse.
"Kyle," Jesse whispered, another tear brimming and then falling, like it was Jesse's childhood bleeding away a piece at a time. "I got to. For David."
Kyle fell back, raking a hand through his hair. It killed him to watch Jesse take a walk with his father. They went behind the barn, and Kyle forced himself to stay where he was. David watched him from Morrison's truck, sobbing behind the windshield.
When Jesse finally returned with Morrison, his expression was closed off, and Kyle couldn't read him. He also had swelling on one cheekbone as if his father had hit him again. Seeing it, Kyle trembled, barely holding himself back.
"We have to go now, Kyle," Jesse said. "I'll take care of Davy, don't you worry." His eyes when he looked at Kyle were bright with love. Grief. Good-bye. "Don't you worry."
"If you need anything, you know where I am, Jess," Kyle said, his fingernails cutting into his palms because his hands were clenched so tight. Don't go. Don't leave me. But he didn't send that plea to Jesse. He swallowed, said, "Your brother would be proud of you. I am."
For a moment Jesse's face worked, but then Morrison got in the truck, so Jesse went to the passenger side, where David waited. "We'll be back," Jesse promised. "Somehow…"
* * * * *
Now, as he watched Jesse pull a knapsack off the back of his bike, he remembered that afternoon and the barren years since.
"Kyle?" Jesse's voice inside his head. It was that same blue color, the clean feeling he associated with Jesse. Kyle savored it.
"I'm here." This was even more unsettling than the dreams, seeing him again. Kyle stepped away from the shadow of the bunkhouse. He waited, heart pounding, as Jesse strode toward him. The leather bag fell, and Jesse hugged him, crushed him safe in his arms.
"I wrote you. I sent you and Davy money…" Kyle rasped. Oh, Jess. So much taller. A man now.
"Never saw it," Jesse said, though a shadow moved like a thunderhead over his sunny expression. He pulled back, and Kyle was again confronted with how mature Jess looked. He was twenty years old -- still too thin, but lean and strong, like a mountain lion. His blue eyes burned from a tanned, hard face.
"Crap," Kyle muttered. "Where's David?"
"Morrison didn't come back from his last long-haul job while I was working on a fishing boat out of Alaska, so David's with me now."
Kyle blinked. "Fishing? You?"
"Pay's good," Jesse said, shrugging. "But yeah, not my thing."
"No, you were quite the budding cowboy last time you were on this ranch." Kyle's throat tightened. He'd wanted to take care of Jesse and David. Goddamn.
"Don't take on like that," Jesse scolded, sounding so much like the boy Kyle used to know. "David's over at the motel in town. He wanted to go swimming with some old friends this afternoon. You might remember he was part seal when we lived here."
"He's here? You're both here?" Kyle shoved some hair off his forehead, struggling for his cool. He wondered if Jess had noticed the wide streak of gray there now. It had shot through his hair almost overnight in the wake of losing Mac -- and Jesse and David.
"Yeah. To stay this time. If you, uh…if you still want us, that is." Jesse swallowed. "David needs a home. Can you help us out?"
"Do you need to ask?" Kyle growled. He picked up Jesse's bag, taking in a smudge under his eye. A fading shiner? What had Jesse's life been like after he'd been forced to leave with his father?
They walked back toward the Harley, and Kyle couldn't help saying, "Mac wouldn't have approved. He was in a bad accident on one of these when he was a young man."
Jesse shrugged. "I like the freedom."
Kyle couldn't stop himself. "But you take care on the road, you don't go too fast?"
Jesse smiled at him, and Kyle felt a twist of lightning in his gut. What was that? Nervous, he ran his free hand down his jeans again.
Get a grip, old man.
And Jesse said, "You aren't old, Kyle. You're still as beautiful as you always were."
Kyle flushed. Beautiful? He was forty-four.
Jesse chuckled, as if he enjoyed Kyle's blush. "I need a job. Can you help me out?"
"I could use someone riding the fences, mending them. It's a two-man job, so I could assign you to work with Miles, one of our most experienced hands. We had a rough winter, so a lot of fence came down with the heavy, wet snows," Kyle said. But then he went on, "You should be in school. Mac wanted --"
"I was thinking…" Jesse ran a hand over his bike, looking shy for the first time. "Maybe. Turns out Mac left me and Davy some money. Can you believe it? I never thought he'd saved a thing in his life."
"The university isn't so far from here," Kyle noted.
"Closer on my bike," Jesse agreed.
Kyle wanted to offer him his truck to drive instead. Sheesh. Overprotective much? It seemed like the habit of wanting to take care of Jesse hadn't eroded over time. But Jesse was a man, so Kyle had better get used to it.
"I'm not in the cabin anymore," Kyle said as he led Jesse toward the ranch buildings. "I'm staying up at the big house since the owner took a condo in Florida. He spends most of the year there now."
Jesse looked at Kyle, and a smile touched his lips, his dark hair ruffled by the wind.
"So we'll stay with you?" Jesse pressed.
Kyle couldn't understand why his heart was suddenly pounding. He swallowed around a dry throat. "Yep," he said.
Find another excerpt and purchase link here: Jesse .
When Jesse Coulter roars up on a Harley one dusty afternoon back into ranch foreman Kyle Jacob's life, Kyle is confronted with everything forbidden he has wanted for years. Jesse is twenty years old, with a ruff of dark hair and blue eyes that remind Kyle of the heart of a lit gasoline flame yet Kyle can't let himself touch Jesse because not only is he too young, he's the brother of Kyle's lost lover.
When Jesse Coulter roared up on his battered Harley, a dust cloud a high plume behind him, Kyle ducked behind the bunkhouse on the Double M Ranch.
Ducked, hell. Here he was, the foreman, and he was hiding! He pulled off the leather gloves he'd been wearing while working in the horse barn and wiped his damp, shaking palms on his dusty jeans, tears burning his eyes.
Jesse.
He couldn't stop himself from taking another look at the young man as he removed his motorcycle helmet, his dark brown hair still cut short, but spiky at the front. His lean face was on the long side, with a trace of early beard on his chin, adding the texture of manhood to his olive skin. But it was his eyes that made Kyle feel like he'd taken a punch, eyes the pale blue flame of a lighter flaring in the dark.
His lover Mac's kid brother. Kyle had missed Jesse intensely, an ache in his gut, maybe because of the secret they shared.
Kyle hadn't seen Jesse since the day of Mac's funeral. He squeezed his eyes shut, remembered pulling up in his truck at the ranch that terrible day, Jesse and his younger brother, David, crammed together in the passenger side, tears brimming in Jesse's beautiful flame blue eyes. He had looked over at Kyle, and Kyle had seen his bewilderment, as if the kid had taken a bat to the face. Why had Mac died?
"Jesus, kid, I don't know." Kyle's voice had broken as he undid his seat belt. It'd been an accident. Looking for reasons… He couldn't help doing it too, just like Jesse and David. But it didn't help; it was something his mind would go back and forth over, worrying, while the clock ticked in his empty bedroom.
Jesse had helped the dazed twelve-year-old David out of his seat belt from habit. They'd all stumbled from the truck, the boys wearing black jeans and T-shirts because there'd been no time to purchase suits for Mac's funeral. Suddenly David had thrown himself into Kyle's arms, gripping him tight, trembling.
"He's never coming back," David had whispered.
Kyle had swallowed hard, because there had been just a hint of a question in that young voice. "No, Davy, but he'll be with us as long as we remember him," Kyle had said.
Holding on to David, rubbing his back, Kyle had felt lost. He had been forty-one, and he'd felt lost. He'd stared at Jesse, and Jesse had looked back at him. A single tear had tracked down his cheek before dripping off the edge of his jaw. "Jesse," he had whispered, aching to give comfort. But Jess was stubborn, always so damn stubborn, like Mac had been. And he'd been sullen, avoiding Kyle sometimes. Kyle could guess why.
Kyle took a deep breath and tried the other way to communicate with Jesse, to offer him what solace he could.
"Jesse, I don't know why Mac's gone. It doesn't make sense."
Jesse's jaw ticked, and for a long moment Kyle thought he wouldn't make use of the strange telepathic bond that linked them. Hell if Kyle understood it, but from the moment Mac had brought his younger half brothers to stay on the ranch, Kyle had been able to pick up on Jesse's thoughts sometimes. At first he'd feared he was going crazy. But over time he'd just grown accustomed to it. Like seeing or hearing, it was just another sense he could make use of.
"I have to take care of David. How do I do that?"
Jesse's voice sounded like everything that made him Jesse. Like his love of tinkering with engines at school, like a fork of lightning before it connects with a tree. It was hard for Kyle to describe, even to himself. But when they linked, he was surrounded by the essence of Jesse. He'd never asked if it was the same experience for Jesse. In fact, he'd tried hard not to use their weird bond, because he was dating Mac. Still, it was Jesse with whom he shared this secret pathway.
"You and David will always have a home here with me. We'll find a way to stay a family, I promise you, and we'll figure out how to take care of David together."
But even as Kyle made the vow, as if to make Kyle a liar, another truck pulled into the driveway. It was battered, burning oil. A man with deep wrinkles around his mouth and eyes got out of the cab, his gaze zeroing in on Kyle, David, and Jesse. Kyle had never met the senior Coulter, Morrison, a man who drove trucks cross-country for a living, but he knew instinctively who he was, when Jesse's fists balled.
"Boy, get in the truck," the man ordered, pointing at David.
"Pa…?" David whispered. "Pa, M-Mac's dead."
The man's face didn't change expression. He looked at Kyle. "If he hadn't been living here with you, he'd be alive."
Kyle's eyes stung. It was true. Mac had died when he tried to free a cow trapped by an early-spring mudslide. As foreman, Kyle'd sent him out to do the job. But he hadn't known how bad it was -- and damn it, why hadn't Mac called him? He always took on too much.
Had taken on too much.
And now he was gone.
"Don't listen to him!" Jesse's voice cut into Kyle's leaden guilt like a fiery sword.
David looked up at Kyle as if confused by his father's cold words. Kyle saw the boy's eyes, red and puffy. David hadn't slept until Jesse had pulled him into his arms the night before on the living-room couch of the small cabin they all shared. Then the poor kid had conked out from exhaustion.
"Don't you look to him," Morrison growled. "I told you what to do, David, so you do it!"
"Morrison," Jesse croaked. He put his skinny seventeen-year-old body between Morrison and his younger brother. "He doesn't understand. We just…we just buried Mac."
"But you do, don't you?" Morrison growled. "You'll be just like him, won't you? Sick…"
Kyle gently squeezed David's shoulder. "Just…do what your pa says, Davy. I'll talk to him."
"I got nothing to say to you," Morrison spat. Anger shot from eyes the same gray as Mac's. It hurt, seeing hate in eyes the exact shape and color of his dead partner's.
Once David was safely out of earshot in the truck, Kyle tried reasoning with Morrison. "Mac took them from you, and you didn't care. This is their home now." Kyle played his only card. "I have money saved. Take it. Leave the boys."
Mac would have hated Morrison being here. He'd rescued his brothers and loved them fiercely. Together, he and Kyle had enrolled them in school, taken them to nearby Pigeon Lake Beach on sultry summer days to swim, to sail, to ride horseback on the lakeside trail.
"You killed my boy," Morrison said. "I don't want anything from you."
"Don't you say that!" Jesse cried.
Morrison slapped him.
Kyle went for him, unable to abide anyone laying a hand on Jesse. But Jesse caught him, held on to him, his face suddenly older, harder, the way it'd been when Mac first brought the boys to the ranch to live. "I need to talk to him, Kyle."
Kyle's jaw tightened. "Hell no!" he told Jesse.
"Kyle," Jesse whispered, another tear brimming and then falling, like it was Jesse's childhood bleeding away a piece at a time. "I got to. For David."
Kyle fell back, raking a hand through his hair. It killed him to watch Jesse take a walk with his father. They went behind the barn, and Kyle forced himself to stay where he was. David watched him from Morrison's truck, sobbing behind the windshield.
When Jesse finally returned with Morrison, his expression was closed off, and Kyle couldn't read him. He also had swelling on one cheekbone as if his father had hit him again. Seeing it, Kyle trembled, barely holding himself back.
"We have to go now, Kyle," Jesse said. "I'll take care of Davy, don't you worry." His eyes when he looked at Kyle were bright with love. Grief. Good-bye. "Don't you worry."
"If you need anything, you know where I am, Jess," Kyle said, his fingernails cutting into his palms because his hands were clenched so tight. Don't go. Don't leave me. But he didn't send that plea to Jesse. He swallowed, said, "Your brother would be proud of you. I am."
For a moment Jesse's face worked, but then Morrison got in the truck, so Jesse went to the passenger side, where David waited. "We'll be back," Jesse promised. "Somehow…"
* * * * *
Now, as he watched Jesse pull a knapsack off the back of his bike, he remembered that afternoon and the barren years since.
"Kyle?" Jesse's voice inside his head. It was that same blue color, the clean feeling he associated with Jesse. Kyle savored it.
"I'm here." This was even more unsettling than the dreams, seeing him again. Kyle stepped away from the shadow of the bunkhouse. He waited, heart pounding, as Jesse strode toward him. The leather bag fell, and Jesse hugged him, crushed him safe in his arms.
"I wrote you. I sent you and Davy money…" Kyle rasped. Oh, Jess. So much taller. A man now.
"Never saw it," Jesse said, though a shadow moved like a thunderhead over his sunny expression. He pulled back, and Kyle was again confronted with how mature Jess looked. He was twenty years old -- still too thin, but lean and strong, like a mountain lion. His blue eyes burned from a tanned, hard face.
"Crap," Kyle muttered. "Where's David?"
"Morrison didn't come back from his last long-haul job while I was working on a fishing boat out of Alaska, so David's with me now."
Kyle blinked. "Fishing? You?"
"Pay's good," Jesse said, shrugging. "But yeah, not my thing."
"No, you were quite the budding cowboy last time you were on this ranch." Kyle's throat tightened. He'd wanted to take care of Jesse and David. Goddamn.
"Don't take on like that," Jesse scolded, sounding so much like the boy Kyle used to know. "David's over at the motel in town. He wanted to go swimming with some old friends this afternoon. You might remember he was part seal when we lived here."
"He's here? You're both here?" Kyle shoved some hair off his forehead, struggling for his cool. He wondered if Jess had noticed the wide streak of gray there now. It had shot through his hair almost overnight in the wake of losing Mac -- and Jesse and David.
"Yeah. To stay this time. If you, uh…if you still want us, that is." Jesse swallowed. "David needs a home. Can you help us out?"
"Do you need to ask?" Kyle growled. He picked up Jesse's bag, taking in a smudge under his eye. A fading shiner? What had Jesse's life been like after he'd been forced to leave with his father?
They walked back toward the Harley, and Kyle couldn't help saying, "Mac wouldn't have approved. He was in a bad accident on one of these when he was a young man."
Jesse shrugged. "I like the freedom."
Kyle couldn't stop himself. "But you take care on the road, you don't go too fast?"
Jesse smiled at him, and Kyle felt a twist of lightning in his gut. What was that? Nervous, he ran his free hand down his jeans again.
Get a grip, old man.
And Jesse said, "You aren't old, Kyle. You're still as beautiful as you always were."
Kyle flushed. Beautiful? He was forty-four.
Jesse chuckled, as if he enjoyed Kyle's blush. "I need a job. Can you help me out?"
"I could use someone riding the fences, mending them. It's a two-man job, so I could assign you to work with Miles, one of our most experienced hands. We had a rough winter, so a lot of fence came down with the heavy, wet snows," Kyle said. But then he went on, "You should be in school. Mac wanted --"
"I was thinking…" Jesse ran a hand over his bike, looking shy for the first time. "Maybe. Turns out Mac left me and Davy some money. Can you believe it? I never thought he'd saved a thing in his life."
"The university isn't so far from here," Kyle noted.
"Closer on my bike," Jesse agreed.
Kyle wanted to offer him his truck to drive instead. Sheesh. Overprotective much? It seemed like the habit of wanting to take care of Jesse hadn't eroded over time. But Jesse was a man, so Kyle had better get used to it.
"I'm not in the cabin anymore," Kyle said as he led Jesse toward the ranch buildings. "I'm staying up at the big house since the owner took a condo in Florida. He spends most of the year there now."
Jesse looked at Kyle, and a smile touched his lips, his dark hair ruffled by the wind.
"So we'll stay with you?" Jesse pressed.
Kyle couldn't understand why his heart was suddenly pounding. He swallowed around a dry throat. "Yep," he said.
Find another excerpt and purchase link here: Jesse .
October 1, 2010
Cover art for Jesse
Here is the cover art for my October book Jesse. I really liked another cover this artist did called "Tease" on LI, so asked if I could get Kristin James for Jesse. Click to see it full sized.
Jesse is a story of a forbidden love that just won't die. All Jesse has ever ached for is Kyle, even though he belongs to Jesse's older brother.
The book should be out October 12.
I'm really, really busy. I just did the first edits of Sahara Blue due out in the middle of November from DSP. There will be a special virtual signing of that book so the first 20 readers to pick up the paperback will get a signed copy. As well, I have a very special contest planned.
Jesse is a story of a forbidden love that just won't die. All Jesse has ever ached for is Kyle, even though he belongs to Jesse's older brother.
The book should be out October 12.
I'm really, really busy. I just did the first edits of Sahara Blue due out in the middle of November from DSP. There will be a special virtual signing of that book so the first 20 readers to pick up the paperback will get a signed copy. As well, I have a very special contest planned.
September 21, 2010
Nathaniel and news
If you like the Sylvan series of Sylvan and Luke, it's been confirmed that Nathaniel will be out in December from DSP.
The Boxer was also reviewed recently by the Ebook Addict site. Take a look here .
The Boxer was also reviewed recently by the Ebook Addict site. Take a look here .
September 14, 2010
The Wanderer is out today and more news
It's out! For an excerpt and the blurb, see it here .
I also have more news of upcoming stories. I have contracted to do a third story for next year with LI, an m/m SF romance called The Innocent. When I work on it again, and the others, I'll be sharing excerpts.
September 13, 2010
Excerpt of the first part of The Wanderer
Hey everyone, this evening my historical western The Wanderer will be released from Loose Id.
A young doctor hiding from himself, a blind boy in need of a hero, a wandering gunman with the letter "O" carved into his hip and a town ruled by violent men. Here is an excerpt from the first chapter. Enjoy!
Mouse scrambled over the tailor's roof, his head cocked as he felt the vibrations of a horse and…pack mule. Maybe a miner come to town? Saddlebags rattled with the sound of rock rubbing against r...
A young doctor hiding from himself, a blind boy in need of a hero, a wandering gunman with the letter "O" carved into his hip and a town ruled by violent men. Here is an excerpt from the first chapter. Enjoy!
Mouse scrambled over the tailor's roof, his head cocked as he felt the vibrations of a horse and…pack mule. Maybe a miner come to town? Saddlebags rattled with the sound of rock rubbing against r...
September 7, 2010
Paul's cover art for Sahara Blue and news
Paul Richmond walked into another of my story worlds again. This makes me really anticipate November. Click on the cover to make it larger.
I've recently lined up more of the stories I will be doing for Loose Id in 2011. Probably this might get a little confusing, so I thought I'd create a kind of time line so you can see what's in the works.
Sept--The Wanderer from Loose Id (historical western)
October--Jesse from Loose Id (contemporary western introducing The Coulters)
November--Sahara Blue fro...
September 5, 2010
Sale on my DSP titles and news
I have sold my first novella to Total Ebound. I enjoy many stories, authors from there. Straight Cowboy will be in the western gay anthology they have slated for release in January 2011. Here is the blurb for mine:
Joshua Ryan did a stint for much-needed cash as the `straight cowboy' in gay porn movies but he doesn't think of himself as gay, so why does he want to do the things to Matt James he once did in front of a camera?
And Dreamspinner Press has all their titles on 20% off this holiday we...
Joshua Ryan did a stint for much-needed cash as the `straight cowboy' in gay porn movies but he doesn't think of himself as gay, so why does he want to do the things to Matt James he once did in front of a camera?
And Dreamspinner Press has all their titles on 20% off this holiday we...
September 3, 2010
The Wanderer cover art
Doctor Jude Evans has built a safe but barren life for himself in a small western town where he pours all his passion into caring for his patients while hiding his secret yearning to love another man. Gabriel Fontenot is a drifter who is handy with a gun, prospecting for gold and trying to forget the night the letter "O" was carved into his hip. Suffering from hard living, he is cared for by Jude. When a dangerous gang threaten the gentle doctor, Gabriel becomes his guardian angel.
Here is my ...
