Read an Ebook Week


Lots of free and discounted stuff at Smashwords for Read an Ebook Week. Check it out!

Haters gonna hate

(First of all, I would just like to point out that apparently I’m only good at remembering that I need to do a TBT post on Wednesdays and Fridays. *eyeroll*)

Anyway, did I ever tell you guys how I got into M/M? Probably not. It all started long ago and far away, back in my twenties. I decided that I wanted to read more than the horror and supernatural stuff that comprised 99% of the books I owned . But I didn’t want to read the straight stuff because, frankly, I’d read enough of that as a kid to last me a lifetime. Instead, I wanted to read F/F stories, because those were way more up my alley as far as interests went. Unfortunately, the problem I ran into was that a lot of the lesbian/bisexual-themed stories I found weren’t exactly my thing. Most of what I came across was a little too… eh, sweet for my own personal tastes. I was looking for stories with some bite. Maybe I wasn’t looking in the right places, but it seemed to me at the time that the only stories that had the kinds of plots that caught my eye were of the guy-on-guy variety. And, being ever the optimist, I figured what the hell because at least I would still be dealing with a same-sex relationship, which was what I really wanted to read, even if I couldn’t necessarily relate to having a penis. Continue reading “Haters gonna hate”

What David Bowie meant to me (and it wasn’t just the music)

I woke up this morning to heartbreaking news. David Bowie, that absolute icon of, well, you name it, passed away after an eighteen month battle with cancer. While there will be plenty of remembrances that focus on his immense contribution to entertainment, I wanted to take a moment to talk about a couple of other reasons he was always something of a hero to me.

You may not know it to look at me (well, seeing as how my avatar isn’t a picture of the real me) and you may not know it by my actions (because I’m not the most mature person around) but I’m a bit of an old gal. And growing up before the loveliness of the Internet, and never having been overly social or outgoing to begin with, I didn’t know much of the world back in the day. But I knew who David Bowie was. He was that singer guy with the weird eyes and constantly changing look. I loved his music, of course, and I loved his acting performances, but one of the things that struck a chord with me most was finding out that he had admitted to being bisexual. At that particular time in my life, I was still trying to figure out my own orientation and being the naive kid that I was, I didn’t have a word for it. I didn’t even know at the time that it was possible to be attracted to people as opposed to a gender. But learning about David Bowie’s sexual fluidity made me feel like so much less of the freak that I thought I was, and I felt a little less alone in the world because of it.

The other reason I loved him even more was his marriage to Iman, who I still firmly believe to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. I grew up in a time and place where interracial relationships weren’t exactly celebrated, and for the longest time, I never felt comfortable admitting my attraction to people of different races because that kind of thing just wasn’t done very often in my neck of the woods. That kind of thing was pretty much guaranteed to invite ridicule and judgment. But much like the bisexual thing, seeing this white guy marry a black woman made me feel a lot better about my own attractions. I was able to start believing that it really was possible to look past gender and race and all of those other things that don’t matter, no matter what other people had to say about it.

So while I will join everyone else in fondly recalling his music and his movies, what I will always cherish the most about David Bowie is that he was a huge part of the reason why I was able to start embracing myself. And that’s a pretty big damn deal.

R.I.P. Mr. Bowie. ❤

Waiting for balls to drop…

Well, a ball. But you have to admit it’d be a lot funnier if there were two. Unless that’s the Schnapps talking. 😀  In any case…

Happy New Year 2016


No TBT this week, just my warmest and fondest wish to you for a safe and Happy New Year!!! Whether you’ve been around since the beginning or found me along the way, thank you for the support you’ve shown me this past year. I look forward to sharing more stories with you in 2016 (and more on that soon). ❤ ❤ ❤



The search for diversity

The other night, I went on an extensive search for interracial M/M stories. The “combination” made no difference to me; I just enjoy stories about couples who aren’t so… similar in their outward appearances. (Not that I mind when they are, because I don’t mind at all. Hell, most of the M/M books I own feature same-race couples.) I found some good suggestions thanks to Goodreads, but I also found a lot of stories in which some aspect of a character’s race or nationality was reduced to a fetish. Like the stash of stories I came across in which some poor, unsuspecting white guy was subjected to big, black cocks. Seriously, that was basically the tagline for some of them. It was like the authors gave zero fucks about developing their characters aside from what they had to offer between their legs. Then I had this mental image of Oprah bestowing big, black cocks upon her audience.

oprah“Everybody gets a big, black cock!”

*grins* I presume there’s an audience for that kind of stuff since it exists, but as for me, I’ll stick to characters who aren’t reduced to a stereotype of some sort.

Anyway, Small Packages is officially done. I’m thinking that I might publish it a day or two early for those of you who are following this blog before spreading the word on social media on 12/20. Because why not? And because thank you. ❤


Happy Thanksgiving!


If you celebrate Thanksgiving, then I hope you have a wonderful one! (And if you don’t, then have an awesome Thursday!)

Also, as a reminder, An Unexpected Addition will be available for free download and posted online this Sunday, 11/29. This Harborview Immortals prequel novelette explains how Dominic and Jacob stumbled across little baby Xan in the first place and their subsequent adventures in new daddyhood, what with the bottles and diapers and spitting up and such. 😀


Will write for comments?

I’m not referring to myself with that title. I’m referring to something that has intrigued me for many years, and truthfully, I thought it was just a fanfiction thing. Over the past couple of days as I was deciding where to post FM since I never plan to charge a dime for it (I’d publish all my stories for free if I could get away with it because I’m silly like that), I came across a number of instances in which a writer had announced that they were either deleting or no longer continuing a title because they weren’t getting enough comments. And I don’t know, maybe it’s just me (is it?) but I don’t understand that. I absolutely understand wanting and needing to receive recognition from others for the work one puts into creating something to share publicly. We’re giving you a piece of ourselves, and yeah, it would be awesome to get feedback for that. However, I just can’t fathom dropping a project entirely because of the lack of that desired feedback. My stories are my babies, and if I knew that no one else would ever read them except for me, I’d still write them. I really would. Is that weird? Maybe it is. But I’d like to think not.


No words

I had planned to do a post tonight about the book cover and other stuff, but that just seems so unimportant right now. So instead I’m just going to leave this here—


—and call it a night.

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

(Pic by Jean Jullien.)

Don’t call it a comeback

Apologies to anyone who couldn’t access my blog over the past couple of months. I intentionally made it private while things were being finalized with the book (since the old chapters were temporarily posted here). But now that’s all done and the book will be published very soon, so I’m ready to resume my regularly scheduled posts about all things writerly and gay.