Sunday, October 12, 2014

A little something I'm working on...

Comfort and Joy--a Holiday anthology with stories from Joanna Chambers, Harper Fox, Josh Lanyon, and L.B. Gregg--coming this December!

Thursday, October 9, 2014


Hair Flip + Favorite Sweater!
There's an exclusive excerpt of my upcoming release There's Something About Ari over at Heroes and Heartbreakers. I have such a hard time choosing the right bit to post, but my lovely editor suggested the entire prologue (it's short!) and I think she's spot on. I loved writing this pair. They're somewhat damaged, but they're also funny, hot, and meant to be together. They always were. Friends to lovers. My favorite.

Pop by and take a read. And thanks so much Megan Frampton for the invite.

In other news--I have a brand new professional author photo. I feel so...HEY LOOK AT ME...but hey, take a look at me in my favorite sweater! A very special shout out to my pals in Cali who gave me wine AND  a Marlo Thomas/Mary Tyler Moore 70's flip. I have pin straight hair, so it took a village to achieve that wave. And it took half a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc to get me to sit on that stool. Who knew modeling was so hard?

It's sunny and bright here in Connecticut. The Front Bottoms and Alt-J are on deck, there's coffee in the pot, and praise October, I'm writing! Bring on Winter.


Tuesday, October 7, 2014


A first, exclusive look at the almost completely ready-- but not quite past the final "final" approval--There's Something About Ari.
A TV star had arrived for coffee, and the fans who’d come to town in droves from Seattle and Vancouver and points south wanted their money’s worth. They didn’t mean to be intrusive. They were supportive. Some of them were also dressed as wolves, and that was wonderful— none of us would have jobs without them—up to the point when we were all blinded by cell phone light and choking on the odor of wet faux fur. Which was the case most of the time.
I followed the trail of blue cellphone screens toward their person of interest. It could have been one of the other actors from the shoot, one of those old detective dudes, but no. It was Ari. I’d been tuned in for a week waiting for him to appear, and I don’t know how I knew, but I felt his presence long before I saw him. Which was the twigs-and-bark way of saying I was super fucking paranoid, but he was here, and an entire oatmeal cookie disappeared into my mouth like nothing.
Not paranoid. I was clairvoyant. And starving.
Ari joined the back of the line like any other person, except he could have passed as the Stark of Winterfell’s bastard son. Kit Harrington’s American twin. God damn, he was good looking, in a nubby, charcoal wool sweater with one of those vaguely British high, rolled collars. The slick, salon-bought man-products were absent and his shaggy, black as midnight, incredibly thick hair waved almost to his shoulders. The man-scaped stubble from last week had thickened, and looking at him, my mouth turned to ash.
I suddenly understood exactly what the big deal was with Ari Valentine.
A smile spread across Ari’s face when he caught me staring, and god damn it, one solid week of steeling myself against running into him meant squat. My battered, idiot heart thumped inside my chest like a rookie, even as anxiety wrapped its meaty fist around my throat and squeezed until I dropped a mug on the counter. The handle cracked right off.
I got a grip, threw the mug in the trash, swallowed another cookie, which tasted like the aforementioned ash—go figure—and with Ari’s smile seared on my brain, I moved to the next order. Hot chocolate. Easy. Extra marshmallows. Great.
Available November 10th from Riptide Publishing. Blog tour begins November 3rd!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

And a little something...about Ari.

Welcome to Bluewater Bay
Buck Ellis’s future seems pretty damn bright. With a full college scholarship in hand, he’s going to ditch Bluewater Bay and pave the way for his kid brother Charlie to do the same. The only fly in Buck’s ointment is his ten-year addiction to his best friend since second grade, his true love, and his Achilles heel: Ari Valentine, Mr. Least Likely to Succeed.
But then Buck’s mother dies, changing everything, and five years later, his future is still on hold. It’s a struggle to keep food on the table, a roof over their heads, and Charlie on the straight and narrow. Buck can’t afford any temptation, especially in the form of the newly returned, super hot, super confident, super successful television star Ari Valentine.
ADHD poster-child Ari Valentine left for Hollywood and lost everything, including his bad reputation. Then the breakthrough role of his skyrocketing career lands him back in Bluewater Bay, to the stunned disbelief of, well, everyone. But there’s only one person Ari longs to impress—the only person who ever really mattered to him, the person he left behind: Buck Ellis.
Available for preorder at Riptide Publishing! Release Date November 10.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Live and upcoming!

Welcome to the world, Sam and Aaron!

You can pick up your copy at Carina Press or any of the usual vendors. I was just asked if the book will join the Men of Smithfield audio collection. I'll let you know!

Live Your Life Buy The Book interviewed me last week. They ran a Smithfield week of reviews on the first four books and I'm giving away the Carina M/M box set as a gifty, so pop by and comment. They've been big supporters of my work. Thanks so much!  Read the reviews and my Ce and Dan Christmas story.

For those of you new to Smithfield, book one--Mark and Tony-- is available in the aforementioned The Contemporary M/M Box Set from Carina Press. That collection also includes Josh Lanyon's Icecapade; KC Burn's First Time, Forever; and Bending the Iron by Libby Drew.

I'm still in Singapore, writing a little about my experience in Indochina, working feverishly on my next novella, and trying to promo from afar. I'll be back in the States on Friday, and I plan to stay there until mid-September.

Finally, I have the cover for my next book, a contemporary novella in a brand new collection, which hits the shelves this coming November. It's available for pre-order now!

Friday, May 2, 2014

Sam and Aaron--A taste!

June 16 Sam and Aaron hits the virtual shelves at Carina Press ( and at all your other favorite online retailers). As promised days and days ago, here's a snip of this never-before-published Men of Smithfield book.



With our family's legacy, Meyers B &B, in the flailing hands of me, Sam Meyers, and my sister Wynne, we're determined to revive the place. We've started a series of blind-date cooking classes, and taken on our first boarder. Granddad is even now rolling in his grave.
Signed up for the class is our new guest, Aaron Saunders, a Californian transplant who's distractingly handsome and clearly up to no good. I can't quite figure him out. He blew into town and has been relentless in his search for…something. The sexy sneak is intriguing. And we've had a steamy moment. Or two. But now I can't stop wondering why he's searching in secret.
From the library to my own backyard, Aaron leaves no stone unturned or record book unopened. He's definitely gotten my attention. But that might not be the only thing he's after.


 Aaron extracted an oversize book from the bottom shelf. He settled the book on his knees and traced a fingertip over the cover.

       Parish Records 

 “I knew that woman lied. I asked her specifically for this. I mean, how much effort would it take to turn her chair and actually look?” Aaron did precisely that, glancing over his shoulder at me, opaque eyes hidden behind his glasses. He had a fussy secretary vibe going, which I found inappropriately appealing. “I really haven’t broken any laws, you know, but with you here, maybe I’ve broken a Connecticut law.”  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“I have permission to be here—but not with a guest. Maybe I should call the police? What are you doing in St. Joe’s after-hours, Mr. Meyers?” 

 “The hell if I know.”  

He flipped the cover of the ledger gently. Leather creaked and Aaron breathed, “Ah. The smell of secrets.”  

Curiosity moved my feet closer to his chair. “All I smell is aftershave.”  

I peered over his shoulder. Loopy handwriting filled the page. The words were impossible to make out, and with Aaron so close, I wasn’t really interested.  

He read decisively, his light streaking across pages in a blur—obviously looking for something specific and not reading for any meaning.  

How old was he? I’d have to take a peek at Wynne’s check-in records. She said she’d photocopied his license, but she didn’t have a great track record for that sort of thing. Aaron couldn’t be over thirty. I’d be surprised if he was even twenty-five. He might even be Claire’s age.  

He examined the next page and my gaze fell on the vulnerable strip of skin between his collar and his cap. His nape had looked exactly the same last night when he’d knelt at my feet, his thick hair soft and neat. And like the night before, Aaron was crotch height in front of me. I could lay my hand on the top of his head, or grip his neck and hold him against my thighs. I could feel his breath against my groin, and his mouth closing on my skin.  

As Aaron nodded in fascination over some mystery I couldn’t begin to give two shits about now, my pulse surged, and Claire’s siren song clamored in my ears. Just insert tab A into slot B.  

He was young, attractive and single. He was from California, a state that screamed promiscuity to my sheltered mind. I could have him. Easily.  

I had to clench my fist to keep from touching his neck. 

I didn’t even know the guy—didn’t even like him, or trust him—but damn, my dick didn’t care because Aaron had put it best, Who says you have to get married to catch up?  

I hadn’t had sex in so long. It would take a lot of time to catch up.  

Sweat broke on my upper lip as I imagined sticking my tab into whatever wet slot Aaron offered. He excited me. Being alone in the dark church with him excited me more. We could fuck right in the office, no one would know. A miracle in Smithfield. It could be our little secret. And we could walk away when we were done. 

He licked his lip as he read and I squeezed my fist tighter. “Jesus.”  

Aaron shot me a questioning look and I forced myself to care about the book resting in his slender hands and not the blood pounding into my crotch. 

I cleared my throat. “So, uh, what are you looking for anyway?”

Monday, March 31, 2014

Men of Smithfield: Sam and Aaron

Available for pre-order! And it only took me, like, five years. **waves hand** Details.
I'll post an excerpt soon.