Catch Me If You Can in Japanese!

Catch Me If You Can is now available, in print, in Japanese from Shinshokan Publishing. You could win one of three free copies--along with Josh Lanyon's Fair Game--from Jessewave today! Just a heads up--the books have illustrations.

And here's a look at them in action, so to speak, live on the bookshelf at Animate! Photo courtesy of Noriko Emi.

Christmas Coda

In case you need a little cheer ten days before Christmas, mid Hanukah and, uhm, as we head toward the end of the world, I've teamed up with my old His for the Holidays co-conspirators Josh Lanyon, ZA Maxfield, and Harper Fox to offer you a special pick me up--a gift. Today, each of us will post a little story slice. Just for you. Josh calls them codas, and has offered them all month. They're wonderful.  I'm so happy to be included in the fun, J. Merry Holiday everyone!

 For Owen and Caleb
Christmas Coda Mistletoe at Midnight.

“Sorry I’m late.” Caleb nudged the kitchen door shut with the heel of his boot, cutting off a wave of cold Vermont air. The entire house instantly grew warmer, or maybe it was just homier with Caleb inside.

“We have some time left. Did you get everything on the list?” I knotted the noose tight around my neck. Wearing a damn tie would only be worthwhile if my mother fainted from the shock. I even had a blazer and some kind of stylishly gay, tapered trouser Caleb had forced me into—and hopefully would peel me out of later tonight. I checked the clock on the oven. 6:20. We still had time for a little pre-yuletide rendezvous. “Hey. Ryan said they’re running late. We have a few minutes if you want to—

“Uhm…” Caleb parked himself next to the new fridge and I finally noticed he had one hand shucked deep inside his down parka. Strands of boyishly blond hair poked from beneath a blue wool cap flecked with melting snow. He made no move to remove his hat or his coat. A worn Stop and Shop bag dangled from his free hand. “About the store—I didn’t go.”

 My smile dimmed.

“There better be a wealth of cheese and crackers in that magic bag of yours, Black, or we’re screwed. They’re on the way. All of them.” My Uncles Archie and Duncan. My parents. Ryan. And behind him, May. The whole McKenzie mini-clan would arrive to drink with unrestrained gusto and eat like Vikings—for an unprecedented week of merriment and gluttony. “That bag looks a little light. Tell me there are twenty full ones in the truck. We need a turkey and a ham.” And maybe a side of beef.

 “I can go back to the store later.”

“Tonight?” I blinked cautiously. “It’s Christmas Eve. You really didn’t go?”

“Really. Something came up. I’m sorry. We can shop later. I’m sure everyone will understand.”

 My heart cramped a little. Caleb looked worried—and nervous. His pants were  dusty and wrinkled. He was too still. No kiss hello. No ‘hi’ even for Jake, who hadn’t raised his head from the rug since noon, true, but his tail had thumped a few times when Caleb had come home. Nothing.

“Is everything okay?”

 Caleb leaned against the fridge, hand still buried inside his coat. “Yes. I promise. Everything will be fine.”

“Fine,” I found myself repeating. “No problem. Maybe we can order something in tonight. It’s too late to cook, anyway.” It’s only Christmas Eve. “As long as we have enough wine.”

He opened his mouth to say more, but before he could tell me yea or nay about the wine, a muffled yelp emerged from his chest.

“What the—“ I frowned at his coat. “Did you hear that?”

Caleb’s jaw snapped shut and a hot pink stain crawled from his neck and settled on his cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably. “So, this afternoon, when I left work —”

  “Mew,” Caleb’s coat interrupted. “Mew. Mew.”

 Jake lifted his muzzle from the rug and replied, “Woof.”

The grocery bag dropped to the floor and Caleb clutched his chest with both hands. What the hell did he think I’d do? Attack? “Seriously,” he said. “Let me explain.”

“Take your coat off.” It was my turn to bark. Obviously the something that was up with Caleb was tucked beneath his parka, cradled in a grapefruit-sized lump against his chest and whimpering.

He wasn’t surprising me with something pleasant for Christmas. Like good wine, or better, scotch. He had something less than thrilling. “Tell me you didn’t get me a cat.”

Please. But I knew, as soon as Caleb looked at me, I was in trouble.

 It’s not that I don’t like cats—I deal with them daily. I treat them. I have scars crisscrossing my forearms, my palms, and my fingers to prove it. Cats are wonderful companions for anyone other than me—they don’t like me— which is why I have enough sense to have a dog. Cats are claws and sharp teeth and hissing. Yowling and scratching. Not to mention the puncturing and piercing. They’re lithe killing machines and, trust me, they aren’t nearly so wonderful when you have one attached to your flesh by tooth and claw.

I handled cats all the time. I didn’t need to keep one in my home.

And, until just this minute, Jake had agreed.

My dog finally rose from his bed to check out Caleb’s cool smelling surprise and that traitorous beagle tail ticked like a metronome. We were both in trouble.

“We don’t have to keep him.” Caleb was clearly lying to himself and to me. “And it’s not a cat, Dr. McKenzie. It’s a homeless kitten. I’m not saying we have to keep him permanently. We can foster him.” Every time Caleb used the words we, us, our instead of you or me, he distracted me. “I found him sheltering in the parking garage. It’s been two full days. He slept in that garage last night. Someone dumped him with a bowl of chow and a towel. They just left him. Will you just look at him? See if he’s well enough to help.”

 “Fine.” The kitten was probably at death’s door anyway. “Prepare yourself.”

Caleb nodded and took his damp hat off. His hair stuck in a million directions. Gently, he handed over a gray ball of soft cashmere and inside Caleb’s scarf, a scraggly, skinny, yellow-haired kitten blinked wide-eyed back at me. Possibly it had mange. Probably it had worms. Definitely, the little bugger had fleas.

My heart softened with one look into those green eyes. They were bottle green and much darker than Caleb’s. His kitten was small, and blond, and half starved for love, but viable. A lot like Caleb had been, a million years ago.

“I’m never going to live this down.” I broke.

“It’s Christmas.” Caleb’s smiling gaze held mine. “Thank you. He just needs a little work.”

 “She needs a miracle,” I muttered.

“She has one. Miracle. I like that. I had to crawl under the truck to grab her. I tore a hole in my coat. It’s a Goddamn miracle I got her. Maybe your brother needs a kitten. Or your mom. Or Uncle Archie.”

“No. Obviously, we do. Welcome to the family.” I stroke the kitten’s chin and Jake butted my hand just as tiny teeth dug deep into my thumb. “Son of bitch.”

 “See? She loves you already.”

Adam and Holden!

Holden Worthington's globetrotting days are over. Once the host of a popular adventure show, he hasn't ventured past his own front door in more than a year. Then the arrival of a sexy new gardener sparks something Holden hasn't felt in a very long time--an interest in the world outside his window. 

 Holden tries to resist the attraction. But painfully shy yet definitely interested Adam Morgan has Holden longing to conquer his debilitating anxiety and live again. After a grisly discovery on the grounds of the estate, the town of Smithfield turns a suspicious eye on the reclusive Holden--and the two men must trust in each other to bring the truth out in the open.

Happy Cyber Monday! Time to click on over to Carina Press and grab a hot little copy of my favorite Smithfield novella, Adam and Holden.

It's crazy here at Casa Gregg as we gear up for the holiday season. There's a tree sitting in the garage (waiting for yours truly to drag it into the house), a house to decorate, cookies to bake, two business gatherings to host next week, a husband leaving for Asia (again), a daughter to welcome back home from Spain, and a family to pack--we're headed south for the holidays. I swore I would not travel for Christmas again--no no no no no--but life has made a liar out of me. As long as my family is together for the holiday, whether it's here in Smithfield or on the moon, all is well.

In writing news, I'm finally about to ink a contract for a Christmas novella (coming out the end of next year). Maybe the dry spell is over...

Happy Shopping!

LB

Sweet Release!

Men of Smithfield book the third--Seth and David-- is now available from Carina Press! Reedited, retitled and re-covered, Seth and David's sexy hot story is stronger, more romantic, and better than ever. 

He's everything I've never wanted—too young, too weird, too wild.
I wasn't impressed that I had to get my weekly massage from a guy with a toe ring. But when I discovered David Cooke's skills as a masseur were literally orgasmic, I couldn't stop thinking about him and his amazing hands, day and night. Especially at night.
He's full of surprises. And despite my bad behavior, David's just as eager to explore this chemistry between us. Turns out, there's a lot more to him than hemp pants and tattoos. If he's so wrong for me, why does being with him feel so right?

Check it out!

LB

Max and Finn

Just in time for Labor Day, comes my old labor of love, the Men of Smithfield novella Max and Finn (formerly Cover Me). Max and Finn is a great read as we transition from summer into fall. And if you're already thinking about what to wear for Halloween, or if you're struggling to come up with an original costume idea for your beloved son or daughter, no worries! Finn has it covered! Check it out.

Here's the blurb:

When I walked out of his office after the hottest sex of my life, I thought I'd left Max Douglas behind me forever—along with my favorite argyle socks and my self-respect. The last thing I need is the too-serious, too-sexy former Marine living across the hall from me while he acts as a bodyguard for one of my students. Especially since he fired me from my job tutoring his brother—after we hooked up.

I shouldn't want him. I should despise him after the way he treated me. But he's exactly my type: older, experienced, in control—and it's obvious the lust is still mutual. While I may not be able to keep our relationship strictly professional, I'm determined to keep it purely physical. But when the stalker threats escalate, it looks like Max is going to be sticking around the school for a while—and the more I get to know him, the more I'm in danger of losing my heart.

Previously published as 'Cover Me', newly revised by author. 39,000 words

Happy Labor Day! Be safe out there.

LB

MOS: Seth and David

Here it is! Cover number three!

Blurb:

He's everything I've never wanted—too young, too weird, too wild.

I wasn't impressed that I had to get my weekly massage from a guy with a toe ring. But when I discovered David Cooke's skills as a masseur were literally orgasmic, I couldn't stop thinking about him and his amazing hands, day and night. Especially at night. 

 He's full of surprises. And despite my bad behavior, David's just as eager to explore this chemistry between us. Turns out, there's a lot more to him than hemp pants and tattoos. If he's so wrong for me, why does being with him feel so right?

 Previously published as Happy Ending.

 Available October 15 from Carina Press.

Cover comments?

FYI

Gal pal Chris is giving away a copy of Mark and Tony!