Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Read Chapter One of THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY--Free!

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
  
We 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 been neon before being bleached like dinosaur bones in the searing desert sun—told me I was right smack next door to the “Sha-de-land Motor Home Park.”  I could also tell by the four dozen or so motor homes parked in the dust that it was not a shady land.  At seven in the morning, it was already sixty-three degrees, according to the handy thermometer stuck to the wall sponsored by a lava rock quarry.



I wanted to kill Breakiron.  He would have to get us sent to Cornucopia, Utah during August.  This was all his fucking fault.  I’d done nothing serious to deserve this exile.  Papa Ewey would only send club members in bad standing to a hellhole like this, and it was ninety-nine percent Breakiron’s fucking fault.
“What am I doing here?” I muttered, wandering to my scoot to get my cigs from my saddlebags.  I’d been trying to quit for six months.  Smoking had been banned from our clubhouse since Papa Ewey had had one of those lung cancer holes drilled in the pit of his throat three years ago, but there were still plenty of members smoking outside, so it wasn’t easy.  I’d quit every night, flush them down the toilet, then thrash it first thing the next morning to the store to buy a fresh pack.  I hadn’t flushed them last night.  Too exhausted and pissed off at fucking Breakiron for getting us into this mess.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY is up on Goodreads!

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 was exiled to this godforsaken wasteland in Utah by our MC Prez.  My entire existence has been a struggle, a futile tirade against my maker.  I ranted against my fate, and in answer I was sent Mahalia.  A naive victim of that twisted false Mormon sect leader.  He’s tried to mangle her like a spineless puppet, like he has all the other women—the other girls. 

Before I met her, I was a child.  Now I’ve given up childish ways, and I can see everything in a mirror, face to face.  Faith, hope, and love were all handed to me, and the greatest of these is love.  I’ve come too far.  There’s no surrender now.

It didn't look that far on the map.


Sunday, November 15, 2015

Full Circle

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 log cabins in the mountains, and pretty wawimbo complete with lyrical hollow-bodied guitar accompaniment are all we have to soothe our tired brains.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

R-Rated Excerpt from A LONE STRANGER, released 10-12-15

“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 eat his broccoli.”
“I doubt they ever had broccoli.”  I was starting to lose patience with this man.  “I doubt they even knew what a fucking board game was, Bond.  That house was just as bad, if not more so, than any of your group homes.  You probably played Life or Trivial Pursuit a couple of times.”
“A couple of times, maybe,” Bond grudgingly admitted.  “I knew what they were.”

“Well Cropper had Turk and Ford stealing Walkmans from Radio Shack when they were ten.  He was handing them hits of four-way Windowpane as rewards.  Before he started Illuminati Trucking, they slept with buckets around their beds because no one could afford a new roof.  They rarely even made it to school, and luckily both got their GEDs because they kept up with book learning on their own.  He had them selling weed to seventh graders—their own friends!  Did you know that?”

A LONE STRANGER is LIVE!

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!



Friday, September 25, 2015

COVER REVEAL TIME for A Lone Stranger!

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 telling me I have to work with this hypocrite?
BOND:  This club is a fucking joke.  How’s a man supposed to make a new start after the joint?  First, my own brother forced me to prospect.  I couldn’t automatically rise to the top of the heap through my family connections.  No, I’m supposed to labor in a noxious sweatshop making product for their pot dispensary.  And I have to sneak downtown if I want to get some halfway decent head, because I don’t even want my gay so-called brothers knowing about my shameful hobby.
Now we’re reaching out to the cops to even the score with those Hellfire Nuts who abused Ormond.  And that delicious Harte Saxonberg is getting my goat, so by-the-book, such a bleeding heart.  I just want to strangle him—or fuck him.
HARTE:  I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, one that slab of a man, Bond Blackburn.  He kisses me, then punches me.  Fucks me, then ignores me.  He’s got me so upside-down I’ve lost the clarity I had a week ago when I rode west.  Ride west, young man.  I could be a steam train if I could just lay down my tracks.  But the only name I’m calling out is that sexy convict’s. 

Ride on.  Ride on.


Publisher’s warning:  This book is not for the faint of heart. It contains scenes of gay sex, public play, exhibitionism, illegal doings, vaguely legal marijuana operations, and violence against men. There are no cheating or cliffhangers, and HEAs for all.

Allen Clippinger was the cover model, and I just realized he's the second in a row to come from the lens of Wander Aguiar!  Book #2, A GORGEOUS MESS, featured Zack Hardt snapped by Wander:


Tuesday, August 11, 2015

The Final Cover Reveal!

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."


Friday, August 7, 2015

Announcing DYNOMITE: A Stepbrother Cowboy Romance

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 wasnt 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, holier-than-thou cheerleader who couldn’t be touched.  Dyno called me a Force-Me Queen.  If only I knew what that meant.

My football playing boyfriend was a brainless goon.  My BFF coveted and loathed Dyno just as I did.  Dyno’s only friend was the alcoholic Native American, Sequoia, the kid on the fast track to nowhere.

Seven years ago, the shit hit the fan.  Dyno left, did a few tours as a SEAL, and came back different—decorated, mature.  He thinks he’s tough enough to rejoin the circuit and become a bareback bronc champ again.  He thinks he can break me, too.  Well, he’s got another thing coming.

I don’t break easily.
Bad cowboy.
Go to my room.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Excellent Review over at I AM, INDEED Blog!

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!



Monday, June 15, 2015

Cover Reveal Time!

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 a fiery slave in Bee—part camp counselor, part nun, part Force Me Queen.

Will Sax’s bold heroics renew Bee’s faith in the world?  She finds control and strength in submitting to the virile bad boy biker.  With each power exchange, she is brought closer to a fresh hope and conviction, but tracking down the brutal Tormenta also brings fresh danger as they close in on his mountaintop hideout.

Publisher’s Note:  This is Book #5 in the Bare Bones MC series.  This book is a stand-alone and can be read out of order, but the series is best read in order to gain the full experience.  This is not your mother’s contemporary romance.  Daring readers will encounter violence against women, rebel play, May/December age play, exhibitionism/voyeurism, spanking, your garden-variety bondage, and a HEA.   It is not for the faint of heart.  It’s a full length novel of 70,000 words with no cliffhanger.  Recommended 18+ due to mature content and possible triggers.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

REV THE ENGINE, the Latest (and Greatest) Biker Anthology is almost here!

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.



Friday, May 29, 2015

THE BARE BONES MC Book #5 is on its way!

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 bondage submissive all rolled into one. Her current Dom beats her and abuses her, and one of Sax's missions is to teach her there's a safe, sane, and consensual method to a BDSM power exchange.  And he's been dying to be topped by a wicked, nasty camp counselor...

COMING (probably) early July 2015.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Excellent new teaser for PLAYING WITH MONSTERS

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.


Wednesday, April 8, 2015

PLAYING WITH MONSTERS is up on Goodreads!

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 to traffic in human flesh another day, and Roman is hell-bent on tracking the bastard down. But The Bare Bones votes to place Gudrun into custody with her stepbrother as her bodyguard.  Things heat up between them when they hide in plain sight in the ghost town that surrounds The Citadel, their clubhouse.

Roman has vowed celibacy to fixate on vengeance.  Gudrun wants nothing to do with men after losing her husband in a horrific car crash.

The terror of their situation brings them too close for comfort.  Walls must come down.  Barriers must be broken.  Taking risks is in the nature of their new MC family.  Roman has to roll the dice, to hit fast against Riker and the Chinese cartel.  To preserve his newfound family, he has to roll like thunder and be gone like smoke.

Publisher’s Note: This is Book #4 in the Bare Bones MC series. This book is a stand-alone and can be read out of order, but the series is best read in order to gain the full experience. This is not your mother’s contemporary romance. Daring readers will encounter sexual assault, nonconsensual drugging, general violence between bikers and cowboys, and a HEA. It is not for the faint of heart. It’s a full length novel of 65,000 words with no cliffhanger. Recommended 18+ due to mature content and possible triggers.



Thursday, February 19, 2015

A GORGEOUS MESS Release Date 2/26/15!

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!

Friday, February 13, 2015

THE END, THE END!

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 forever...


Tuesday, January 13, 2015

A DANGEROUS REALITY #33 on Romance>Gay list at Amazon!

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

Friday, January 9, 2015

A Couple More Teasers Coming Down The Wire

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!