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"The Ranch Foreman" up for Book of the Month

The Ranch Foreman is up for Book of the Month at Sid Love.

I’m honored to have my first book included in such great company.

The first round of voting closes on September 26, 2013 at 11:59 PM.

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Noah's New Plan: Chapter 3

Here’s Chapter 3 to my Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan.

This week’s post is 993 words. The inspiration was a picture of a marble vase.

Following Leslie and Nicholas’s eyes, Noah looked towards the main doors at the front of the library.

A security guard had walked in and stopped. He stood there dripping water onto the floor.

His head slowly turned back and forth as his dark eyes scanned the library.

The man was a beast, dangerous and mean-looking. His water-logged uniform shirt clung to his body, accentuating his bulging muscles. His head was shaved smooth, though he had a beard.

Who does that? His sideburns just stop at his ears.

As if the man didn’t look mean enough, the handgun holstered to his hip finished the job. It made Noah uncomfortable enough to squirm in his shoes. Guns always freaked him out a little.

Now he was starting to get really annoyed. For these kids to presume that they knew Noah and what was best for him… This man was one-hundred percent the opposite of the kind of man Noah liked. Noah’s type was men like Derek. Distinguished older men with George Cloony looks. Not some ‘roided up ultimate cage fighter.

"No way. If you think I’m going to let ‘The Rock’ anywhere near me, you must be out of your mind."

Nicholas scoffed. “Well, if you don’t want him…”

Leslie tapped Noah’s chest and pointed towards the door. “Noah, that right there is what you need. Someone to hold you down, pound you into the mattress.”

Nicholas nodded his head as he looked the man up and down. “Mm-hmm. You can just tell he’s hung like a—”

"Nicholas!" Noah gasped in horror at the words coming out of the mouths of two seemingly sweet and innocent young people. He was in shock at the way both of these kids were talking and acting. Oh my god, now I’m sounding like an old woman. “Besides, it’s not the size that matters.”

Nicholas rolled his eyes. “Who told you that? Your pencil-dicked ex-douchebag? Ooh, here he comes.”

"I’ll be in my office." Noah turned to retreat, but he found himself suddenly alone at the counter.

"Hey."

Noah jumped at the sound of the guard’s deep voice. He turned back towards the man and tried to paste on a pleasant smile. The sooner he got rid of the Terminator, the better.

"Hello. How can I help you?"

The cop pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I need to get on the Internet. Do you have the Internet here? My Internet at home is down,” he said, then muttered under his breath, “Fucking cable company.”

"Sure," Noah said. "We have several PCs you can use." He moved around the counter, but stopped and turned back to the other man. "You need a library card."

The man frowned. “Oh, just because I look like this, you don’t think I have a library card?”

Noah held his hands palm side up, trying to look non-threatening. “No. I was just saying… Come on.” He motioned with a hand and started walking towards the Internet kiosks. When he realized the man hadn’t moved, he had to stop and look back.

The guard’s eyes turned towards the ground as he mumbled, “donhavacard.”

"I’m sorry?"

His eyes moved back up and he let out a huff. “I don’t have a library card, okay?”

Noah smiled and resisted the urge to laugh. He returned to the counter and pulled out an application. “Just fill this out and we’ll get you set up in no time. I just need an ID.”

The rent-a-cop filled out the form and handed it back with his driver’s license.

Noah grabbed a new card and swiped it into the computer and entered the data from the form. Eli Holmes was the man’s name. Noah couldn’t help but notice that the man was eight years younger than Noah.

After returning Eli’s driver’s license along with his new library card, Noah escorted him to the computers. Once Eli sat down in one of the empty cubicles, Noah showed him how to log in using his new card to get online.

"Thanks, buddy." His eyes drifted to the picture ID badge that hung from the lanyard around Noah’s neck. He then stared directly into Noah’s eyes and held the gaze. "Noah."

If he didn’t know better, he thought Eli might have been flirting with him. It seemed like his eyes were heated. Noah wasn’t really used to men hitting on him. Maybe he had been out of the game too long. He never had to worry about this stuff before. He had Derek.

Besides, he was not interested in this man. He gave Eli an awkward smile. “You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else.” He went back to the counter and pulled out his notepad.

"Somebody’s got a crush."

Noah jumped at Leslie’s sing-songy voice. He looked at the young lady and shook his head. “What? No I don’t. You’re crazy.”

"He’s hot for you."

"Again, you’re crazy."

"When you were talking away, he was totally checking out your ass."

Noah felt his face getting hot. “I… uh… I got work to do.”

He left quickly, making his way to the back corner of the library. Among the history stacks, he was not likely to be bothered. Settling down at the lone table, he picked up the book someone had left behind entitled Ancient Greek Archaeology. The marble vases and statues that decorated the cover were breathtakingly beautiful.

Perhaps he should add a trip to Greece to his plan. He had been to London with Derek, but had never had a chance to visit continental Europe.

He flipped through the book for a bit, then set it aside.

Noah fished out his notepad and opened it up. Two words slapped him in the face:

1. GET LAID.

Just as he was about to cross the words out, a shadow fell over Noah’s workspace and a deep voice interrupted his thoughts.

"So. I hear you’re looking to get fucked."

* * * *

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Coming Soon: The Cassini Mission!

The Cassini Mission: Galactic Conspiracies 2 builds upon the events of the first book, The Degan Incident. Devon’s medical specialist, exobiologist Dr. Aron Adler, finds himself pulled into the conspiracy in a book full of action and adventure.

Look for the first chapter in the Premium Area on GayAuthors.org on Saturday 9/14/2013.

Once all of the chapters post, the ebook and paperback will be available for sale (in November).

Dr. Aron Adler is ordered to take part in a rescue mission to a research colony located on an uninhabited planet in the outer rim. He is to immediately report to the U.S.C. Cassini, which will take Aron, two other scientists, and a unit of Union Marines to the colony. Once there, they are to assess the situation and retrieve any data or specimens.

Formerly a scientist in the Union Navy, Aron was dishonorably discharged following a court-martial for failing to obey orders. Stepping foot on the Cassini brings up old feelings he would rather forget. Shunned by the crew of the Cassini, Aron finds comfort in the arms—and bed—of Marine corporal Kane Robertson.

Upon reaching the colony, it becomes apparent that not everything is as it seems. Once again, Aron is faced with a difficult decision: follow orders or follow his heart.

Noah's New Plan: Chapter 2

Here’s Chapter 2 to my Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan.

This week’s post is 955 words, inspired by a picture of a flat tire.

Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 2

The crack of thunder startled Noah awake. Hearing the rain pounding against the house, he sat up in bed. Looking at the clock, he decided to get up and get the day started. His alarm was about to go off anyway.

Noah once again regretted not dealing with the parking space situation. That was the disadvantage of his downtown condo. The trade-off for the perfect location with a fabulous view of the downtown skyline was the limited parking. Since Derek always used the underground parking space, Noah took the second spot in the detached parking lot. Which meant he had to go outside to get to his car.

When Derek left, some vulture with an obnoxious Range Rover SUV swooped in and claimed the parking spot. Noah kept putting off dealing with it and now that it was raining cats and dogs, he would suffer.

By the time Noah was ready to go, the storm hadn’t let up. With messenger bag over his shoulder and umbrella firmly in hand, Noah made a mad dash out of the building’s back door across the parking lot.

When he got to his car, he was greeted with a surprise. The rear driver’s side tire of his black Prius was completely flat.

"Damn."

His first instinct was to call Derek and have him take care of it, but obviously he couldn’t do that anymore. Noah needed to be independent. Starting over meant he couldn’t rely on Derek anymore.

Fishing out his wallet, he dug out his insurance card.

* * * *

Dealing with a surly tow-truck driver and waiting for him to put on the spare was not how Noah wanted to spend his morning. Luckily, they took care of things fairly quickly and Noah was able to get to work before the library opened.

Having a break in his workload, Noah pulled out his yellow notepad so that he could start working on his plan. He liked making lists. It helped to keep things neat and in order, and Noah needed that, especially after his chaotic morning.

Unfortunately, he was drawing a blank. Standing behind the library’s front counter, he tapped his pen against his bottom lip. He supposed he could put “take care of flat tires” on there, but that wasn’t really what he was going after.

"What you doing, Noah?"

Leslie came around the counter to stand next to her boss. The petite redhead, fresh out of college, was cute and perky. Her bubbly personality was what drew Noah into hiring her. Leaning on the countertop on her elbows, she stared down at the blank page on Noah’s notepad.

"I’m working on my plan."

"Right. The plan. Here, let me fix that for you.”

Leslie took Noahs’ pen and wrote down 1. GET LAID.

"Get laid?" Noah read as he shot Leslie a dry look. "That’s your solution?"

"For you it is. You need to move on. I hate to see you pining away for some guy who doesn’t deserve you."

"I’m not pining for Derek. I’m moving on."

Leslie gave Noah a sympathetic look that was meant to be comforting. “Wasn’t it just a couple weeks ago when I found you crying in the reference section?”

Damn, that hurt. “Ouch.”

"I’m not trying to hurt you or embarrass you. I really want you to move on, to get over Derek. He didn’t deserve you. Not the way he treated you."

Noah squirmed. The conversation was veering off into really uncomfortable territory. Noah had had a moment of weakness and confided in Leslie after she found him crying. None of what he told her was a surprise. She clearly did not have a very high opinion of Derek. Apparently everyone saw it except for Noah. That was just one of the reasons that Noah needed to be alone right now. He needed to get his crap together.

"I’m not looking for a relationship. That’s the last thing I need right now."

"Who said anything about a relationship? We are talking about hot monkey sex. Get some, then send him on his way."

Nicholas walked past, pushing an empty book cart. The young twenty-something man reminded Noah of when he was younger. He was a young little thing, with a head of blond hair and a sweet, angelic look to him. Until he opened his mouth that was. Sweet little Nicholas was no angel. There were days Noah really wanted to strangle the kid. “What are you guys talking about?”

"We’re talking about how Noah needs to get laid."

Noah gasped at Leslie’s openness. “Leslie.” He glanced around the library, making sure no one could hear their conversation. Luckily, the place was nearly empty.

Nicholas let out a exaggerated breath. “Oh thank God. Ever since he broke up with that douchebag, he’s been moping around like an old spinster.”

Leslie agreed. “I know right. I had to talk him out of getting a cat last week.”

"Girl, you know it just starts with one, and then it’s Extreme Animal Hoarders up in that piece.”

Noah interrupted. “Please don’t talk about me like I’m not here. Don’t you got returns to finish?”

"Nope, all done. It’s kinda slow today, ‘cause of the storm." Nicholas parked the empty cart against the wall and joined the other two behind the counter. "I know this guy. A friend of mine hooked up with him—"

Noah shook his head. “No. No way. You are not fixing me up on some blind date.”

"Okay, then what about that guy.” Nicholas tipped his head, motioning towards the door. “He looks cocky. If you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Leslie perked up. “Oh yes, that is exactly what he needs.”

* * * *

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"The Degan Incident" on sale

The Degan Incident paperback book is on sale at Amazon.com for $1.00 off ($8.99)!

BONUS: If you buy (or have already bought) the paper book, the ebook will be added to your account for free when Amazon rolls out the MatchBook service!

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Noah's New Plan: Chapter 1

I’ve joined Julie Lynn Hayes’s Wednesday Briefs bloggers. (Thanks for inviting me, Julie!)

Every Wednesday, I’m going to try to publish a chapter to this new story. Each chapter is between 500-1000 words and is inspired by a prompt (a choice between several given items, phrases or pictures).

This week’s post was 868 words, inspired by a photo of a toothbrush.

The chapters will also be cross-posted to my GayAuthors.org page.

Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 1

As Noah Anderson pulled his toothbrush from the fancy glass holder on his bathroom vanity, he gave pause. Still sitting next to his purple toothbrush was Derek’s red-handled brush. The ends were frayed and bent out ever-so-slightly, a testament to the way the man scrubbed much too hard.

Noah had no idea why he kept the red toothbrush, nor did he know why Derek didn’t take it with him. Derek had left six months ago and he wasn’t coming back.

After applying his special sensitive toothpaste to the bristles, Noah set about cleaning his teeth. He stared at his reflection in the mirror as he did so, wondering where the time went.

The blond dye in his naturally brown hair was nearly all the way grown out now. One more haircut would take care of it. As he grew older, his hair had darkened and he regularly had it colored to match his younger shade. But ever since Derek left, he couldn’t afford to get it dyed and styled at the expensive salon downtown.

That wasn’t the only change over the past six months. His vision fading, he was reduced to wearing progressive lenses in his glasses. Glasses he never would have dared to wear when he was with Derek. Derek didn’t like the way they hid his light brown eyes and insisted on contact lenses.

Derek wouldn’t have approved of the fine hair that had grown back on his chest and around his dick either. Not that it mattered. It had been so long since Derek had even looked at him naked, let alone touched him.

Noah was still in nice shape for his age. Regular workouts on the treadmill and endless salads kept his figure nice and slim. And thanks to his mom’s fabulous genes, he could pass for several years younger than his true age.

He did a lot to keep Derek happy. But what was the point of it now?

Noah had to face the facts. He was no longer a cute young twink who could turn someone like Derek Pepper’s eye. He was forty-one years old.

He was single and starting over.

The only man he had ever loved, the only man he had ever had made love with, had left him. Twenty years Noah gave him. And Derek left him for a stupid twink. Some twenty-something law clerk. Some slut who came in and shook his ass at the firm’s senior partner.

Of course, twenty years ago, Noah was the twink that caught Derek’s eye.

Noah would never forget the first time he saw Derek Pepper. The older man was so suave and sophisticated. He walked into the library like he owned the place. He was the most handsome man Noah had ever seen. At thirty-one years old, Derek was already a successful attorney at his firm, ruthless and ambitious. Back then, Noah was a twenty-one year old library clerk. That Derek wanted anything to do with a shy geek like Noah absolutely floored him.

But when Derek Pepper wanted something, he got it. And for some reason, he wanted Noah. Derek swept Noah off his feet and he never looked back.

Fast forward to now.

Derek had recently turned fifty. He was still a stud though, and he only got better with age. He kept in fantastic shape. His hair was more salt than pepper these days, but it only made him look more handsome and distinguished. More than once, Noah had heard people compare him to George Clooney in the looks department, and there was something of a resemblance. Not only in his looks, but in the attitude as well. As a senior partner at his law firm, he was successful and well-off. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that others would try to steal him.

But Noah was secure in their relationship. So secure that he had blinders on. He ignored all of the signs. The late nights at work. The reluctance to discuss marriage even though it was now legal here. The mysterious phone calls that he needed to take in another room. The condoms in his gym bag. The forgotten twenty-year anniversary dinner, complete with a beef wellington that totally dried out while sitting in the oven.

Well, Noah didn’t exactly ignore the last sign so much. Noah had worked so hard on that dinner, making sure everything was perfect. He had prepared Derek’s favorite meal, groomed himself to perfection. After the candlelit dinner, Derek would make love to him. Instead, Derek strolled in at midnight. The ensuing argument was what triggered the announcement that Derek was leaving. 

At least Derek had let him stay in the house. He wouldn’t have been able to afford the mortgage otherwise, surely not on a public library director’s salary.

Noah had no idea how he was supposed to start over, but he was going to have to get on with his life. If Dorothy Zbornak could do it, so could he.

He just needed a new plan.

And he was starting right now with step one.

He picked up the frayed red toothbrush and tossed it. It bounced off the toilet bowl and plopped into the trashcan with a clink.

* * * *

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Guest Post: Charley Descoteaux

Please welcome Charley Descoteaux to my site. We’re trading places today and she’s here to talk about her new release, Directing Traffic.

Go Big or Go … Life-sized?

Thanks, Rob, for having me over to talk about my life-sized heroes.

No, that doesn’t mean what it sounds like (not completely, anyway). A lot of Romances are about larger-than-life characters—you know who they are, the billionaires and rock gods and the guys who own everything they can see from their front porch. I dig those guys as much as the next person but I’ve never understood the mindset that insists a story isn’t worth reading if it isn’t about someone like that: Someone Important.

Skipping over the usual literary criticisms and Randian philosophies that have been talked half to death (our deaths, usually from boredom :-))—regular people do interesting things too. The guy next door or the gal down the block could have a story that’ll break your heart or make it soar. You probably won’t see them on USA Today’s landing page but those are the stories I want to tell. Because those are my people as much as any member of the rainbow brigade.

I grew up on public assistance and was homeless for a while in my teens (in Oakland, California—at least it wasn’t too cold!). American Mythology says anyone can come from nothing and become Someone Important, but I call bullshit. And not because I’ve never met anyone who came from the street and became a billionaire, but because we’re all important. Just by virtue of being human, being here and doing what we do (whatever that happens to be). We matter as much as the CEOs who decide what we should buy and the celebrities who try to persuade us we need all that stuff—and we get by without corporate sponsorship.

My character Neil in Directing Traffic has corporate sponsorship of a sort—his long-time partner was a corporate lawyer who did very well for himself. When Lloyd died no family appeared out of the blue to try and claim his possessions—he’d arranged for Neil to get everything and that’s what happened. But Neil wasn’t born with the proverbial silver spoon; he was just a regular guy going to a mediocre public school in Portland, nervous about where he would go to college and how his parents were going to pay for it. He never really got comfortable with Lloyd’s wealth, which wasn’t as expansive as it seemed despite the fancy car (he was fortunate enough to grab the condo before real estate in Portland went into the stratosphere). Neil’s pivotal action, the grand gesture he makes when he’s finally able to move on, was something I didn’t see coming and it gave me the happy-shivers. I’d love to be able to do something cool like that someday.

Sorry, you’ll have to read it to find out; if I give everything away for free my publisher won’t be very happy with me!

As a little hint (okay, just for fun) I’d like to ask Rob’s wonderful readers a question:

What charitable act would you perform if money were no object?

I know, first I’m cryptic and then I ask you to work—but I didn’t come empty-handed! Here’s an excerpt and an invitation to visit my blog where I’m in the middle of the Back To School Blog Hop (and you know what that means—giveaways!).

 

Directing Traffic, by Charley Descoteaux

A new love was the last thing on his mind …

Neil Sedwick expects to spend his vacation in a sleepy tourist trap mourning his late partner’s death. Instead, he puts his recently acquired CPR certificate to use and saves an elderly resident’s life. But it’s the survivor’s nephew, sexy middle-school teacher Ty Bigelow, who causes Neil to reevaluate his routine and consider reopening his heart. 

Though the electricity between them is undeniable, Ty is struggling with his own feelings of inadequacy, and Neil is moored to the past. Even the healing peace of an old man’s garden and the ever-changing waters of the Oregon coast may not be enough to prepare Neil to overcome a crisis of the heart.

 

Excerpt:

Neil stood outside the little cafe and read the sign advertising burgers, beer, and fun. He thought that to be an overly optimistic—possibly even arrogant—claim, but went in anyway. Ty sat at a table in the far corner on the other side of a pool table. Two boys, who looked barely legal, did more laughing than shooting as Neil went to sit across from Ty.

“I didn’t know this place had a pool table,” said Neil after they’d said their hellos and thank-you-for-comings.

“Do you play?” Ty sat up a little straighter and smiled wider.

“Not for a while. And I never was very good.”

“Neither am I. We should play after lunch.”

The waitress came and took their orders. They chatted about the beach and how much the little town had changed over the past few years. It turned out they’d both taken their vacations there since well before the gentrification started and agreed the project had robbed the town of much of its charm.

“But we keep coming back anyway,” said Ty, dragging his last fry through the mixed ketchup and grease on his plate.

Neil wondered how he stayed so slender if he ate like that. He finished the last few bites of his Caesar salad and thought how unhappy Julius would be to see what this dive had done to his namesake entrée.

“Um, yeah, I guess. The beach is nice, though, and clears out pretty quickly once the kids go back to school.”

“How about a game?” Ty jumped up and started racking the table.

Neil wondered if he’d really seen a shadow pass across Ty’s face at the mention of kids and school. He was probably—straight, married, or both—worried about his uncle.

“I don’t want to keep you if—”

“You’d be doing me a favor. Once I leave here, I have no plans. Idle hands and all that.” Ty grinned and sauntered over to the rack on the wall.

Neil literally shook his head to remind himself where he was and that he really shouldn’t stare at this kid he’d just met, especially not his ass, and then forced himself across the little room to choose a cue. If that perfect round bottom had been created by burgers and fries, maybe he should reconsider his own eating habits. He was a little uncomfortable bending over the table with Ty standing right there watching, but his break probably wouldn’t have been any better had he been standing anywhere else.

Neil had felt a static tension in the room as soon as he reached the table, and as they played it only got worse. And all that bending over and thoughtful lining-up of shots that were missed by miles didn’t help.

They each had two balls left on the table, and Ty asked if Neil wanted to make it more interesting.

Neil laughed. “Not sure I can handle more interesting. But what do you have in mind?”

“Loser buys dinner.”

Ty bent over to line up his shot and his tank top draped over the table, giving Neil a prime view of Ty’s tanned chest and a tease of muscular stomach. Ty missed an easy bank shot.

“Or I can get it after I win.” Neil sank the two ball in the side, and then bumped a stripe in for Ty along with the six ball. As he lined up the eight ball, Neil realized what he’d done. He’d just asked this young guy out to dinner. He’d never asked anyone out before, not once, and this seemed as though he’d done it behind his own back. His hands shook enough to ensure the cue ball followed the eight straight into the pocket.

Ty laughed. His laugh made Neil grin, even through the burning blush he was sure encompassed his entire face, neck, and most of his chest.

“I warned you I wasn’t very good.”

Ty shook his head. “You weren’t kidding.” He replaced his cue in the rack, and maybe he was a little pale when he turned back around. “You don’t have to—”

“You’re suggesting I welch?”

Ty’s grin returned fast, forcing Neil to wonder again about his age. When he grinned like that, he looked almost as old as Neil himself, who wasn’t quite ready to admit he was pushing forty. But when he turned away from the cue rack, he seemed barely old enough to be in the bar. Ty raised an eyebrow, and Neil realized he’d been staring.

“Where would you like to eat?”

“You’re buying, so you decide.”

“My hotel has a restaurant next door. I’m not sure if it’s any good….”

“Sounds fine to me.”

Neil smiled and nodded, and they agreed on a time. When Neil left the cafe, Ty walked alongside him. They continued in a companionable silence to the end of the main drag. Neil expected him to drop away at any time, stunned by the realization he didn’t want that to happen. Ty kept walking with him, his flip-flops matching every step of Neil’s canvas deck shoes.

They reached the hotel, and Ty said softly, “Food’s good here.”

Neil glanced at Ty and then started up the weathered wood staircase to his room, holding his breath. He slowly let it out when he heard the slap of Ty’s flip-flops behind him. Neil’s hand shook the tiniest bit as he swiped his key card and opened the door. He hesitated, and Ty brushed past him into the room. Neil flinched away from the jolt he got when their arms touched.

Neil closed and locked the door and Ty was right there, his auburn curls shivering with his quiet laughter. Close up, his hazel-green eyes were even more beautiful than from across the table, and before Neil was able to think past them, Ty’s hands were on his chest and one snaked up into his hair.

Just before Ty’s mouth found Neil’s, he whispered one word that made Neil smile too. “Electricity.”

 

About the Author:

Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough.  In exchange, they let her sleep once in a while. Charley’s a firm believer that everyone deserves a beautiful love story even, or maybe especially, the folks who would usually be in the supporting cast. Home is Portland, Oregon, where the weather is like your favorite hard-case writing buddy who won’t let you get away with taking too many days off, and in some places you can be as weird as you are without fear.  As an out and proud bisexual and life-long weird-o, she thinks that last part is pretty cool.

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"The Cassini Mission" Cover Reveal!

Here’s the cover for The Cassini Mission, the follow-up to The Degan Incident. The book cover was created by Slumberus. He did an excellent job capturing the feel of the story.

Author Spotlight

Check out my author spotlight over at Andrew Q. Gordon’s site. There’s a great interview—including a sneak peek at the cover for my upcoming book “The Cassini Mission”.

http://andrewqgordon.com/2013/08/22/guest-author-rob-colton/

Giveaway Contest today!

Win a copy of The Ranch Foreman!

Visit Cia’s Stories and check out my interview. Then leave a comment with your email address today or tomorrow. The winner will be announced on Tuesday the 20th. Good luck!

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