For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. –Corinthians 13:12 CHAPTER ONE GIDEON     W e arrived here by the vermilion cliffs in the dead of night.  It wasn’t until I finally rolled out of bed the next morning after the long ride from Bullhead City that I saw how desolate it was there.           I stumbled out of the Motel 6 while buttoning my leathers around my thighs.  No shower for me.  I was going to get straight down to business and get the fuck out of there.           Holy shit on a crucifix.   There was a neat row of pine trees, obviously planted on the opposite side of the highway to blot out some unsavory view.  If I looked toward the cinnamon mesas I was greeted by a giant, frisky bull on a tall pole.  Dotted lines on his form showed me which cuts of steak I could look forward to.            Oh, and best of all.  A weather-battered sign to my right—I suppose it had be

Through A Glass, Darkly  is up on Goodreads now!  Visit the page to add it to your TBR.   Here's the rough draft blurb, as it stands right now: MAHALIA I didn’t want to be born.  Something went wrong along the way, and I’ve been unsure about my purpose on this earth ever since.  If I was hit by a car, if I fell off a cliff, would anyone care?  Living in Cornucopia with my sister wives under the watchful eye of our husband, Allred Lee Chiles, has turned me into a robot, unable to feel or think for myself.  I’ve been looking through a cloudy glass, not trusting myself or others. But a man came down from the mountains.  I’m captivated by Gideon Fortunati, his name expressing all that he is—keeper of my fate, master of reality, teacher of my future.  Gideon’s purifying power has enlightened me about my capabilities.  I don’t have to let The Prophet take my daughter and marry her off to that old man.  I was guilty of dirt and sin, but I can take my life back now.   GIDEON I

I just found this prose poem I wrote in 1991 stuck in the pages of my favorite Langston Hughes poetry collection.  Funny trying to remember what I was talking about.  "My associates" were my high school friends.  We've been dropping like flies since we were kids.  "The old man with birth control glasses" was our teacher, John Staples.  I can pinpoint a few of the men I had relationships with--the paratrooper, the opera singer.  And I did love going to gospel shows. What a funny memoir of how angsty and dramatic my head was at the time. Full Circle Full circle has come since the glacial steppes of my adolescence, where my associates wore funny furry hats and wrapped themselves in red cloaks emblazoned with the arcane symbol of our sect. The old man with birth control glasses is gone now, having met his end in Colorado, and many of us have driven headfirst into brick walls or otherwise stuck shotguns into our mouths or overdosed on steroids in l

“Stupid kids,” was all Bond would say.  “Fucking spring break.” “You never got a chance to go to college,” I said, tentatively.  I thought we’d started a good conversation the day before at Ormond’s.  We could certainly continue along that tack.  Bond didn’t seem to be aware that Turk had had an equally lousy childhood as he had.  He seemed to think Turk was rolling with some kind of sudsy reality family where Jim Bob Duggar would dispense with fatherly advice about dental cavities and wet dreams.  He somehow seemed to have gathered this vision of Turk’s adoptive home as a heavenly, squeaky clean TV set, not the lousy, dirty Party Central that it was.  “But Turk didn’t, either, and he was the smartest of the bunch of us, growing up.  He didn’t have the best home life, Bond.  I don’t know where you get your impression of Cropper Illuminati, but Turk wasn’t playing board games and roller skating.  He had it rough.” “Sure,” snorted Bond.  “Cropper docked his allowance if he didn’t ea

A LONE STRANGER  is up and running at Amazon!  My Bent Zealots currently have the #4 and #6 positions on the Erotica>Gay list.  I'm so proud of my boys!

A LONE STRANGER  is up on Goodreads so add it to your TBR pile!  This is Book #3 in the beloved BENT ZEALOTS MC series.  Here's the blurb so far: Ride on.  Ride on. HARTE:   After a world-changing run-in with the guy I thought was my father, I went on the road to find myself.  I patched over to The Bent Zealots MC, an out-and-proud club on the Colorado River.  A cock virgin, I raced to experience all I could, eagerly sniffing every nook and cranny, a whole new existence offered up by Grindr.  But when Ormond Tangier was assaulted by a rival club, I quickly got down to brass tacks, to show my new brothers I was all business. Too bad that business involves Bond Blackburn, jailbird brother of our Prez, Turk.  That guy is so far in denial he’s practically Egyptian.  But he even he can’t deny what I saw with my own eyes at the gay club.  Sure, I was on my knees paying homage to a Daddy Dom, but Bond can’t pretend he wasn’t getting some oral praise as well.  And now they’re

DYNOMITE: A Stepbrother Cowboy Romance  is live on the 'zon!

The great Jan Bowles has just handed me the final cover hot off the presses!  I love the statuesque look of the model.  It's the epitome of what they call "eye-catching."

I've gone in an entirely new direction this time to bring you  DYNOMITE: A Stepbrother Cowboy Romance ,  After saying goodbye to The Bare Bones MC I found I missed the rough and tumble world of the bad boys.  So I decided to do a little twist on most of the stepbrother books I saw, and make my guy Dyno a rodeo cowboy. Here is the blurb: I met him on the worst day of my life. And being arrested for prostitution wasn ’ t the worst part. Legend had it my new stepbrother was called Dynomite because, well, he spewed like a raging volcano. That only made me hate him more, thinking about his damned volcano.  I loathed him and his arrogant vanity, his smug self-assurance.  Dyno Drummond had no reason for vanity as far as I could tell.   He was just an outlaw, a horse that couldn’t be tamed, a down and dirty vaquero who dreamed of being a rodeo star. He busted his way into my life, my house, fucking everything that walked.  Not me. I was Miss Squarepants, Head Bitch

I AM, INDEED  is the place to find your next read.  She just finished HAVE GUN, WILL TRAVEL and says " Several twists, turns, secondary characters and plenty of closure to several story lines bring answers to lingering questions and allow readers to check in on familiar favorites. These are not your sanitized, sweet and gentle stories: insets of action, dialogue and dubious legalities are freely mixed in with dirt, grime, danger and plenty of colorful language. A story that will have you cringing, squirming, laughing and worrying in equal measure: all wrapped up with a cloud of dust and plenty of memories."   Thanks a billion Gaele!

Here is the official(tm) cover and official(tm) blurb for HAVE GUN, WILL TRAVEL.  Official(tm) release date is June 23rd 2015! The sun never sets on a Bare Bones patch. Beatrix Hellman has reunited with her Bare Bones sweetbutt friends from high school.  Her isolated life in a mountaintop convent has ground to a sudden halt, her faith dashed against the rocks.   She needs something else to believe in, and her old friends become her new family.  But a sadistic cartel associate of the club has maimed one of the whores.  Bee and the women put a bounty on Tony Tormenta’s head.  And they think they know just the man for the job. Zane “Sax” Saxonberg is back from a different sort of exile.  He was banished by his club Prez brother Leo a decade ago to ride the interstates of America as a nomad.  Haunting back road BDSM clubs, Sax has a willing submissive in every state.  He returns to the Bare Bones’ backyard to help the women and to check on his nephew Harte.  Instead he finds

I've been given permission to post the (temporary) cover for the new MC anthology, REV THE ENGINE, coming June 10th from Editor Elle Chardou!  I am honored to be in such great company with the likes of these ladies! The proceeds will go to a charity yet to be determined--someone mentioned Bikers Against Child Abuse.

I'm about 55% done with the first draft of HAVE GUN, WILL TRAVEL, the 5th installment in The Bare Bones MC saga.  Meet Sax Saxonberg, exiled nomad brother of Leo, the Prez of the Flagstaff chapter.   Yup, I'm using Jason Isaacs to model him, and since there are plenty of shirtless Jason Isaacs pix around, he's a perfect inspiration for my rough, tough mineralogist who travels the country until some vengeful Bare Bones sweetbutts call on him to hunt down their bounty, the evil Tony Tormenta, who has slashed one of their own. Gratuitous Shirtless Pic One of the angry sweetbutts is Beatrix "Bee" Hellman, a former novitiate at an abbey.  Currently disgruntled with the church, she's returned to open a gardening nursery and to hang with her former high school buddies.  Will her faith in humanity be restored by Sax's heroics?   The combination of her innocence and experience drives Sax insane.  Bee is a nun, a camp counselor, and a trained bonda

PLAYING WITH MONSTERS  is live on Amazon!

It's arriving soon, if I can find my glasses to edit the manuscript! The alleged release day is April 20th.  I'm blind as a bat and I'm using some glasses from 1999.  Average eyesight is 20-20 and mine s 20-200 so yeah, I'm blind!  I'm afraid to get that laser eye surgery.  The two peeps I've seen have it still have to wear glasses or learn toward the screen. Here's my great new teaser!  More to come--I hope.

PLAYING WITH MONSTERS  is up on Goodreads!  This is the 4th book in THE BARE BONES MC series.  This is a rough draft cover that is probably a little bit too sexy for Amazon, so that's not going up on there.  Release date is April 20th, God willing. Giovanni Christo is the cover model, snapped by Island Graphics. PLAYING WITH MONSTERS The Bare Bones #4 Roll like thunder.  Gone like smoke. Roman Serpico has abandoned a thriving rock star career to prospect for The Bare Bones MC.  His goal: revenge on the cartel for his father’s murder.  His black soul is a writhing mass of venom and rage, and joining the club fuels his ability to wreak havoc.  His stepfather, the club’s lawyer Slushy, calls on him to save a stepsister Roman barely knows.  Nurse’s assistant Gudrun McGill has fallen in with a bad crowd and needs an emergency extrication…now. Roman believes he’s killed Gudrun’s assailant, but the loathsome, murderous fugitive Riker has nine lives.  He lives

A Gorgeous Mess  is live!

I have a release date for  A GORGEOUS MESS --February 26, 2015!  Meanwhile, Jan (The Great) Bowles has made me up some bitchin' graphics. And if you're not already coming, cumon down my my  Facebook party  that Thursday!

How those glorious words ring in my ears!  (Or maybe that was the excess of heavy metal music when I was a kid.)  The End, The End!  I have just written The End to  A Gorgeous Mess , Book #2 in THE BENT ZEALOTS MC series. Here are a few of the final sentences. << I knew then that I was already home.   I had returning from overseas confused, a muddled mess of a man.   I had started on a journey for my father, accidentally gaining so much more.                 Way more than I’d bargained for.  And that was fine with me.>> I've heard from Red Poppy, and I'm supposed to have a reasonable facsimile of a cover later today to upload on Goodreads. Here are a few of the main characters in A GORGEOUS MESS. Anson Dineyazzie, former overseas mercenary Brick Mantooth, aimless Navajo teen who gets swept up in working for the cartel Ormond Tangier, special FX makeup artist and badge slut I am sad to see them go, but they will be in my heart foreve

Wahoo!   A DANGEROUS REALITY  is currently residing at #33 on the Romance>Gay list at Amazon the day it has been listed!  Thanks to all the bloggers, fiends, and fans who have made this possible.  Turk, Lock, and especially Twinkletoes (LongMayHeLive) rule 4EVER, and this morning I started Chapter One of the followup, A GORGEOUS MESS. Wahoo!   Alternate cover for ADR

Just a couple more teasers as I count down the last couple of days until  A DANGEROUS REALITY  goes live on Monday the 12th! These are a bit steamy, so I am probably only going to send them to the racier bloggers I know.  Wahoooo!!  I'm nervous as hell.  The response has been overwhelmingly positive so far.  It's a new genre for me--having written 30+ MMFs for Siren, I'm treading in completely unknown waters here.  It's terrifying, daunting, and exhilarating at the same time!