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To celebrate Pride, all of my titles are 20% off on Payhip.
To purchase, go to my Payhip Site, shop for the books you’d like, then enter the coupon code Pride2017 when you check out!
“Wake”–Book one in our two-part “Tidal” series–is now available for early download on Pride Publishing’s site! You’ll be able to read it a whole month before the general release date on May 30. Run and get your copy now!
Here’s a little teaser.
Carter sighed. “What about the lecture?”
“We can get the notes from someone else.” Riley grabbed Carter’s bag and waved at him to stand. “Get your ass up, Carter,” he muttered. “I’m not in the mood to carry you. You’re all tall and gangly and I’m not awake enough to deal with it.”
A couple of hours later, Riley’s bossy attitude had ceased to bother Carter. He was floating on a haze of muscle relaxant and sitting on the edge of his bed while his friend clattered around the bathroom.
“How do you feel?” Riley asked when he emerged, holding towels and a bottle of what appeared to be hand lotion.
“I don’t feel much,” Carter replied, smiling slowly while Riley scoffed. “No, really, I don’t feel anything. I’m kind of… I don’t know, wobbly.”
“Wobbly, huh?” Riley shook his head and grinned. “You’re so stoned, dude.” Putting everything down on the bed, Riley helped Carter take off his jacket, then knelt to pull off his sneakers.
Carter closed his eyes and the world spun slightly. “Oh. Yep.” He hummed and opened one eye to peer at his friend after a touch on the buttons of his shirt. “What’s going on?”
“The doc said some light massage would help with the muscle spasms,” Riley told him. He unbuttoned Carter’s shirt, then waited for him to lift his arms so he could ease it off Carter’s shoulders. “I can do that for you.”
Carter said nothing and let Riley help him out of his sweatpants. His drug-fuzzed brain was still processing the words ‘massage’ and ‘do that for you’ as Riley covered the mattress with a towel.
“Lie down, Car.”
Easing himself clumsily onto the bed, Carter lay with his head pillowed on his forearms. Two big, slick hands began moving over his neck and upper back, flooding his body with warmth, rubbing soothing circles into his skin, turning his already loosened muscles to mush.
“Jesus.” His voice was a low rumble in his chest and he struggled to open his eyes.
“Hold still, Car—I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“I know,” Carter murmured. He lay boneless while Riley set his muscles ablaze. His body responded and he groaned, his cock growing hard.
Those capable hands moved steadily lower over Carter’s muscles, soothing knots that he hadn’t known were there. He grunted when Riley’s palms slid underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. Talented fingers trailed fire across the base of his spine, making him shiver, and he sighed as lips pressed gently over his shoulders and neck. He’d nearly fallen asleep when a weight settled beside him at last, slipping one arm around his waist.
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I’m dealing with a serious case of GRL envy right now. I went in 2014 as a reader and had such a wonderful time meeting people and spending a weekend thinking about books.
I swore I’d go in 2015, but life didn’t cooperate. And 2016 hasn’t been any better.
I am, needless to say, hoping 2017 will be the year!
Honestly, this past year hasn’t gone the way I’ve planned at all. I am struggling to figure out how to get books finished and out faster. I think I actually did better with it when I had the full-time job (although my health really suffered). I haven’t quite found that balance yet.
I’m earning enough as a writer to pay my bills, but not enough to move out of my parents’ house yet. *sighs*
It’s frustrating. I feel like I’m very close to things coming together but I am not quite sure what I need to do to make that happen.
But, many, many good things are happening so I’m trying to focus on that.
This past week, my co-writer and I submitted a novel to a publisher that we’ve been working on for three years! Technically, we’ve been working on two novels (with a combined word count of nearly 200k) for three years, but we submitted the first one and are very excited about it. We should hear back in about six weeks. Eep!
I am also working on an expansion of “Pain Management”. It was the short story that was part of the “Dr. Feelgood” anthology through Dreamspinner Press. The rights have reverted back to me so I am going to expand the 10k short into a novella. I hope to release that in November.
And I am 60k words into a novel that is coming together very well. It’s in the hands of one of my betas at the moment and I am hoping that have that out by January!
In non-writing related news, my annual Stratford, Ontario weekend vacation starts tomorrow. So I’ll be going to see “Macbeth” and “As You Like It”. I’ll spend the rest of the time wandering around a pretty little town, eating delicious food, and taking photos. It’s always a lovely, relaxing time.
My Kindle app is loaded with books and I am going to do my best to do a minimum of work. Ideally none, but I’m not always very good at that.
Taking the trip the same weekend as GRL wasn’t planned, but it did work nicely. I am glad I won’t be at home moping about not getting to hang out with my favorite authors and readers!
So I thought I’d do something to make life a little more fun for those of us who can’t be at GRL.
I’m offering a giveaway of one of my eBook titles to anyone who comments with what you would enjoy most about going to a writing convention! You can answer as either a reader or a writer (or both!).
BUT, there’s a little catch. If you see this posted on my blog, go to my FB fan group (Brigham’s Book Nerds) and comment there. If you see this in the Book Nerds group, comment on my blog.
And if you are an amazing fan who already has all of my eBooks, leave a comment anyway and we’ll figure out something else for your prize. 🙂
I will pick the winner tomorrow morning, so don’t wait to enter!
The release for “Bully & Exit” has by far been my most successful release. The feedback and reviews have been wonderful and I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to flail (publically or privately) over the story. My confidence had been flagging lately and it was sorely needed.
I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who helped make it possible: betas, editor, readers, reviewers, bloggers, and friends. ❤
If you haven’t yet, stop by my Bully & Exit Pinterest board for the story inspiration.
For my final blog tour stop I visited Rainbow Gold Reviews. If you’ve read the story already, you’ll want to read the character interview. If you haven’t bought the book yet, I’m offering a giveaway, so stop by and enter that!
Bully & Exit has been two years in the making and is the first full-length novel I’ve released. I am so, so excited to share it with you. I hope you love Nathan and Caleb as much as I do. ❤
Join me on Prism Book Alliance today as I discuss the plan for the series and a chance to win copies of Bully & Exit.
Theater student Caleb Stockwell is ready to leave college behind. Too bad his past isn’t ready to let him go.
With less than a month to go until graduation, Caleb runs into Nathan Rhodes at a house party. Nathan is a star hockey player for Western Michigan University and finally ready to step out of the closet. He’s also the guy who broke Caleb’s heart in high school.
Nathan’s determined to make amends for what he did four years ago, but Caleb isn’t willing to risk getting his heart stomped on again. With only a few weeks left before they go their separate ways, it’ll take all of Nathan’s creativity and help from some interfering friends to convince Caleb to give him a second chance.
Nathan’s voice was soft when he spoke, gentle as it’d always been. “Caleb Stockwell. I’ve been looking for you.”
Caleb cleared his throat and ignored him, tipping the bottle up for another long drink. He licked the spiciness from his lips as he debated making another run for it. There was a shrub blocking his way in one direction and a hockey player in the other. Even if he hadn’t been drinking, the odds weren’t in his favor. “Nathan Rhodes,” he managed.
“Damn, I can’t believe it’s you!” Nathan leaned in, and Caleb pulled back, uncomfortable with him being so close.
Caleb laughed bitterly. “It’s me. Now that you’ve satisfied your curiosity, you can run along.” He motioned with his hand, encouraging Nathan to leave.
“It’s really good to see you,” Nathan said, ignoring him. He took a seat on the pile of discarded construction materials, his knees brushing Caleb’s as he lowered himself down. Caleb pulled away as if scorched.
“Yeah? Too bad I can’t say the same,” he muttered, his head swimming as the alcohol began to hit him. He eyed Nathan’s long, long legs and the way he was pinned in by them, remembering the way they’d felt tangled with his as they came, panting shallowly against each other’s skin. It brought it all back: the scent of Nathan’s cologne, the taste of his skin, the way Caleb’s heart raced in his chest when Nathan held him close. It brought back the memories, the ones he’d worked so hard to run from. The good and the bad. The sharp, intense happiness of falling for Nathan. The aching, crushing hurt that paralyzed Caleb for months after Nathan was no longer in his life. Everything he’d buried four years ago and vowed never to touch again.
He caught the first glimpse of doubt on Nathan’s face. “Are you okay, Caleb?”
“Oh, I’m motherfucking peachy,” he snarked and took another long drink. “I’ve made it through four fucking years trying to ignore the fact we’re on the same campus, and with barely a month left in my senior year, I thought maybe I’d managed to pull it off. But, no, Lowell had to drag me to this goddamn party, and, of course, you showed up too. Just my luck.”
He raised the bottle again, but Nathan wrapped a hand around the neck and tugged. He was stronger than Caleb, so Caleb let go, afraid he’d end up getting pulled onto Nathan’s lap if he didn’t. Nathan took a drink and passed the bottle back, licking the taste of rum off his lips before he spoke. “You’re so angry at me.”
“Ya think?” Caleb snarled. “Didn’t it ever occur to you I would be? What the hell makes you think you can waltz in here and pretend like all the shit that went down between us didn’t happen?” He tried to stand, but Nathan’s dark denim-clad knees were on either side of his, pinning him in place. The bottle was pried from his suddenly limp fingers and set aside.
“I don’t think that,” Nathan protested. “I was just glad to see you, and I… I wanted a chance to apologize. I didn’t … I wanted …”
Caleb’s lips parted in surprise as cool fingers framed his face, and for the first time in four long years, Nathan’s lips were pressed to his again. Involuntarily, Caleb’s eyes closed, feeling a rush of heat wash over him, taking him right back to the first time. Before Nathan broke his heart.
There’s no flash fic from me this week (I’m absolutely buried in final edits and formatting right now) but be sure to visit Helena’s Heat for her flash fic. So far, she was the only one who wrote one this week. I really love the prompt though, so I may try to write it this week if I can find a little time.
If you didn’t have a chance yesterday, stop by Prism Book Alliance for my Outside the Margins post.
If you were eagerly anticipating the Bully & Exit release tomorrow, I am afraid I had to bump it back to this Friday, July 10th. Final edits took a bit longer than anticipated, so I decided to push it back a few days in order to put out the best possible book and not stress myself out any further. Eee! I am so excited to share this book with you guys. I love Nathan and Caleb so much. ❤
Finally, please stop by Diverse Reader for info on the Christmas in July Giveaway I’m taking part in along with a group of incredible authors. You have a chance to win books from 20 different authors! How awesome is that?
When AJ Rose, Kate Aaron, and Meredith at Diverse Reader sent me a message asking me to take part in the LGBTQ Push Back Charity Giveaway, I said yes. Immediately. I am one of 224 authors, bloggers, and publishers who are donating a book and it’s a cause I am so pleased to be a part of.
I chose to support the Ruth Ellis Center, a social services agency in the Detroit area that aims to “provide short and long-term residential safe space and support services for runaway, homeless, and at-risk lesbian, gay, bi-attractional, transgender, and questioning youth.”
Please visit Diverse Reader for the details of the giveaway! There are 10 days left to contribute and every little bit is greatly appreciated.
Some people love Valentine’s Day, others absolutely loathe it. Me? I’m somewhere in the middle. I like spending the day with my husband, but we focus more on what we do together than what we buy each other. There are years we’ve splurged and bought each other gifts, but there’s never the expectation that we have to spend a lot of money on each other. This year, with a new roof for our house in the near future, we decided to keep it simple. We’re doing a 90 minute couples yoga class, getting takeout sushi, and settling in for an evening of Scrabble. No, that’s not a euphemism, we really ARE planning to play Scrabble. We even upgraded our board to a nicer one since we’ve been playing so much lately.
Oh, and don’t tell Mr. Vaughn, but I made chocolate chip cookie dough last night so I can make ice cream sandwiches for a special treat. Why those? No idea, they just sounded good. Probably not a traditional pairing with sushi, but I have yet to see the man turn down anything with chocolate in it in the last ten years so I’m pretty sure it’ll go over well. 😀 T he real question is, what kind of ice cream should I use? Vanilla? Coffee? Salted caramel?
While I don’t disagree with the people who say Valentine’s Day is just a made-up, commercialized holiday, I think it can be whatever you make of it. I usually send cards (mostly virtual these days) to the people I care about. Because there are a lot of people I love in a non-romantic way too. After all, not everyone has or wants romantic love in their life. But I think everyone likes to know that someone is thinking about them. So, this Valentine’s Day, why not take the time to show your appreciation for all of the people you care about?
The wonderful Meredith King did just that. She put together an amazing giveaway on the Diverse Reader blog. She pulled together eighteen authors who will each be giving away a story of theirs to celebrate Valentine’s Day. I am incredibly flattered that she included me in the giveaway, especially alongside so many phenomenally talented authors. And I want my readers to know how much I appreciate them!
See the blog for the full details, but basically all you have to do is enter the rafflecopter on the giveaway post and on February 14th you will be paired up with an author to receive ONE of their ebooks (your choice). The giveaway is winding down so hurry over to her blog and enter!
And have a lovely Valentine’s Day, however you choose to celebrate it (or not).
This entry is part of the flash fic blog hop I told you about last month.
The story had to include:
-A winter holiday theme
-A “bad boy” character
-A gift of some kind
This photo is what we all used for inspiration. It’s amazing to see how many different scenarios the photo created and I had a wonderful time writing my own.
“What are you doing?”
Benny jerked, startled, and the glass angel slipped from his hands, shattering on the floor. He stared down at the broken shards, wishing that when he turned around he wouldn’t see Scott standing behind him. He hadn’t seen Scott since he got out of juvie, and he’d meant to keep it that way.
“I wasn’t going to steal it,” he muttered, turning to face his ex. He couldn’t look him in the eye, so he stared at the knotted and frayed string on Scott’s blue hoodie.
“I didn’t think you were,” Scott said quietly. “Didn’t know you were back, though.”
“I got out last week.” Benny jammed his hands in his pockets.
“You didn’t call.”
“We broke up. Why would I?”
He heard Scott swallow. “I know, but I wanted you to anyway.”
Benny ignored the way that made his chest ache and took a deep breath. “I’ll pay for the angel. I swear, I really wasn’t going to steal it.”
“I know. You don’t have to pay. I’ll tell my parents I broke it.”
Benny finally lifted his gaze to meet Scott’s. “You don’t have to do that.”
Scott stepped forward, and Benny heard the crunch of glass under his feet. “There, now it’s technically true.”
“Scott …” Benny said softly.
“What?” Scott scowled. “I missed you, okay? You’re an ass for breaking up with me, but I missed you, and I’m not going to let you fuck it up again.”
Benny turned, swallowing hard as he blinked back wetness in his eyes. Scott was too good for him. That’s why he’d broken up with him. Why should Scott—who was definitely going to college next year—get stuck with a guy with no money, no job, and a juvie record?
“What if I don’t want to be with you anymore? Maybe I already met someone.”
He hadn’t. He’d spent every night of the last three months thinking about Scott. Wishing he could kiss him again, wishing he could apologize. But that was stupid, right? Stupid to want what he could never have. Stupid to torture himself imagining the kind of life he didn’t deserve. It was what got him through the nights on the hard, narrow bed, covered with a thin, scratchy blanket though. When two other guys—way tougher and more hardcore than he was—held his arms and a third punched him in the stomach and lower back until he puked, he thought about Scott.
He shouldn’t have even come to Scott’s parents’ shop. But it was two days before Christmas and as he walked by on his way home from a frustrating, pointless search for a job, he’d spied the brightly lit storefront. He stood outside it for a long time, not noticing his rumbling stomach, the cold wind creeping up under his jacket, or the fact that his fingers were going numb. When someone left the shop, he felt the warm air rush out and smelled the cinnamon spice scent that the shop always had at Christmas. He couldn’t stop his feet from taking him inside. He hadn’t seen Scott in there, so he figured it was safe. There was just the bored college girl running the register and texting on her phone.
He wandered around the shop for a while, not really sure what he was doing there until he saw the clear glass angel with gold paint on her halo and the tips of her wings. He lifted it off the fake tree branch and looked at the price tag. Twelve dollars and ninety-nine cents. Before tax. He thought of the carefully scrounged soda and beer bottles he’d cashed in and the mangled, wet five dollar bill he found next to a storm drain, dried out and taped together. A grand total of fourteen dollars and fifty-one cents. All of which was supposed to tide him over until he could get a job. Only, there weren’t any jobs to be had, at least not for a kid like him.
But it was almost Christmas, and he knew his parents weren’t going to get his sister Angel anything. His mom was a drunk, and his dad only gave a shit when it came to beating the hell out of Benny for being a faggot. It was probably stupid to buy a little kid a glass ornament, but she loved pretty, shiny things, and for a seven-year-old, Angel was careful.
“I know you’re lying.” Benny felt an arm wrap around his waist, and for a moment, Scott’s cheek was pressed to his.
“Fine, there’s nobody else,” he muttered. “But I haven’t changed my mind.”
He hated the pain in Scott’s voice and the fact that he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
“Hey, I thought you were coming back with a box cutter,” a woman called out.
Benny froze, staring straight ahead, as Mrs. Sullivan came around the corner. He didn’t have time to pull away before Scott’s mom spotted them, but even after she did, he couldn’t move. The weird thing was, Scott didn’t move either, other than to straighten up. He kept his arm around Benny, even when Benny finally tried to break free.
“Oh!” Mrs. Sullivan said. “Benny. You’re back.”
She didn’t sound upset by it, which was weird. And she didn’t seem to care that her son had his arm wrapped around another guy, which was even weirder.
Benny cleared his throat. “Yeah. Got back last week.”
She beamed at him. “How are you doing?”
“Okay?” He didn’t mean for it to come out like a question, but he had no clue what was going on.
“Good, good.” She looked past him at her son. “Can I get that box cutter from you now, Scott? I need to get everything restocked before tomorrow. You can stay out here with your boyfriend for a bit, but I do need some help lifting the heavy boxes down, okay?”
“Sure thing, Mom,” Scott said while Benny stared stupidly at the woman in the dorky Christmas sweater and ornament earrings with blinking red and green lights. Scott dug in his pocket and tossed the box cutter to her.
“Have fun, boys.” She grinned and winked at them. “But not too much fun.”
Benny was still blinking stupidly as she disappeared around the corner of the shop. “What the hell was that?”
“You’ve known my mom for years—she’s always been that way.”
“Yeah.” Benny’s voice was faint. “But she never knew about us. Or that you were gay.”
“She does now.” Scott kissed Benny’s neck. “I told her while you were gone.”
“And she’s fine with it?” He was too shocked and bewildered to do anything when Scott coaxed him to turn and face him.
“Yup.” Scott cupped his cheek.
Benny sputtered out an indecipherable noise of confusion before Scott leaned in and kissed him. He made another sound—this one of surprise—but it was muffled by Scott’s mouth, and then they were kissing for real. He let himself enjoy it for a moment before he pulled away, knowing it would be the last time. He wrenched himself out of Scott’s arms and rolled his shoulders back, mentally bracing himself for what he had to do next.
“Low blow, Scott. That wasn’t fair.”
Benny closed his eyes and thought about the crushing failure of not being able to find a job. Of the way people looked down on him for just having gotten out of juvie. Of knowing he was never going to be able to offer Scott the kind of life he deserved. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and met Scott’s gaze. “Because you deserve way better than a fuck-up with no future.”
Rather than reply, Scott stepped forward, slipping his arms around Benny’s waist. His head rested on Benny’s shoulder, and despite himself, Benny put his arms around Scott. They’d had this argument a thousand times before, but Benny getting sent to juvie was the final nail in the coffin. At least for Benny. Scott didn’t seem convinced.
Scott’s words were muffled by Benny’s jacket when he spoke. “You said you didn’t want to hide anymore, so I came out.”
Benny softened a little, despite himself. “Look, that was only part of it. You being out doesn’t change the fact that I’m never gonna be the guy you deserve. I just got out of juvie.”
Scott scoffed and lifted his head, but he didn’t step back. Instead, he gripped the sides of Benny’s jacket like he’d never let go. “For stealing. Which was total bullshit because we all know you did it for your sister. You were gonna pay for her inhaler and buy her food!”
“The judge didn’t believe me.” Benny’s tone was bitter.
“Well, he’s an asshole. Look, I’ll help you find a job so you can take care of your sister, and we’ll figure it out together, Scott.”
Benny blinked as tears welled up. His voice was rough. “My parents kicked me out, and I’m fucking living in my shitty ass car—that’s about to die by the way—and I can’t find a job because I just got out of juvie. I’m going nowhere, Scott. I’m just gonna drag you down with me.”
“Oh, no, you’re not.”
Once again, Benny was startled by Mrs. Sullivan’s arrival. He pulled away from Scott and wiped at his eyes with his sleeve. “See, Scott? Your mom doesn’t want me to drag you down either. Just let me go, and you can move on.”
Mrs. Sullivan crossed her arms. “I’ve known you since you were twelve years old, Benny Anderson, don’t you dare put words in my mouth that I didn’t say. I was talking about the fact that no boy who cares for my son and takes care of his sister as you do could ever bring him down. What I don’t like is that you didn’t come to me for help when things got so bad.”
Benny looked down at his scuffed shoes, staring at the glittering pieces of broken glass that still littered the floor. “I was embarrassed,” he muttered.
“Look, I don’t know much about the situation beyond what Scott told me and what I just overheard, but if you are willing to take my help, we’ll get this figured out.”
“Mrs. Sullivan …”
She pursed her lips. “I know you want to be the man of the family and take care of yourself and your sister. But you’re not helping anyone by turning away people who care about you and want to help. So right now, I’m going to offer you a part-time job here. I need help lifting boxes and taking care of the inventory. It’s not going to pay a lot, but it should help. You’ll finish school, sleep on the couch in our living room—not in Scott’s bed—and we’ll figure out what to do about your sister.”
Benny blinked in shock and stared at Scott, who just shrugged as if to say “that’s my mom for you,” which was true, but still weird. “But I can’t let Angel end up in foster care,” he finally managed, even as he realized he’d all but agreed to working at the gift shop and living with the Sullivans. How the hell had that happened?
Mrs. Sullivan stepped forward, speaking gently. “Is the situation she’s in right now any better? You’ll be eighteen in a few months, and there may be a way you can become her legal guardian. It won’t be easy, but it’s not impossible either. Hell, I’ll take her in, if need be. John and I have fostered plenty of kids over the years.”
That was true. In fact, Scott had been a foster kid himself who was adopted by the Sullivans when he was five.
Mrs. Sullivan continued. “I’m not offering you a magic solution. It’s going to be hard work for you, and I have plenty of expectations about your behavior. You’re going to have to live by our household rules. I don’t know what will happen with your sister either, but we’ll do our best, and I’m not letting you throw away your life because you want to do it all yourself.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Benny’s voice was hoarse, and Scott slid an arm around his waist. “Thank you.”
Mrs. Sullivan smiled, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, “It’s Christmas.” As if that explained everything.
Later, when Benny looked over at the box with the glass angel that Mrs. Sullivan had wrapped in shiny paper and topped with a big red bow for him to give to his sister, he felt a little dizzy. It was all so good, and he knew he’d wonder if it was a dream if not for the fact that he could hear Mrs. Sullivan lecturing Scott about safe sex and making him swear they wouldn’t sleep in the same bed at night.
Not perfect. His sister still lived with their drunk mother and asshole of a father. But for a guy who’d just gotten out of juvie and thought he didn’t have a thing going for him, it was pretty damn good.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered to himself as he swept up the glittering broken glass.
I have a confession to make though. When I originally read the instructions, I thought “a gift of some kind” meant that we were supposed to offer something to the readers to win. I had a moment of panic when I realized the plot of the story itself was supposed to include a gift and then realized I’d already done that! However, I decided that since I’d technically already promised to do the giveaway, I’ll honor it.
A random commenter on this post will receive a free ebook of mine (title of their choice). The blog hop goes through December 7th, so I’ll pick a winner on the 8th and contact them directly.
And please, check out all of the other wonderful participants in the blog hop. I’ve only read a few so far but they absolutely blew me away.
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