Wednesday, November 25, 2015

What I'm Working On

I'm embarrassed about how infrequently I've updated my blog of late, but now have been sharing plenty of news over the past two days.

But what have I been up to, writing-wise?

Last summer while I was waiting for Redemption edits, a friend challenged me to write something I'd never written before: erotica.

Sure, I could do this, right?

Wrong. The story grew a plot. And more plot. And yet more plot.

And spawned three more stories.

Now, instead of a short story, I had four novellas, but in marketing discussions, I didn't want to sell them as four novellas, since they shared a story arc and readers would be paying more for the individual stories than for a novel with the same word count.

I couldn't do that to them, so I pieced it together, smoothed the edges, and am now in the final stages of creation with A Bear Walks Into a Bar.

It's got shifters, lots of intimate scenes (many more than I normally write, but it's integral to the story) and, drum roll please....

A non-monogamous couple.

Oh, wait! Where are you going? Come back! I didn't say they were cheaters, but part of their shifter culture involves group sex with others, for comfort, discipline, bonding, etc.

Look for A Bear Walks Into a Bar to release in late December or early January, from Rocky Ridge Books.

Awesome News for Redemption!

Redemption (Diversion 5) has been named an Honorable Mention in the 2015 Rainbow Awards, which means a judge awarded it at least 36 of a possible 40 points! Yay, Bo and Lucky!

Here's what the judge had to say:
I loved the bond between the guys. Excellent character development.

Find Redemption, and the entire Diversion series at Rocky Ridge Books.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Fun, Flash Fiction, and a Giveaway

Hurry on over to Boy Meets Boy Reviews for a Kerry/Armando (from Butt Riders on the Range) flash fiction--and hot guy pic. NSFW!

Enter to win a copy of Diversion (Diversion 1) while you're there.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

New Bio

It has come to my attention that my old bio is, well, old. Time for an update. What do y'all think?

You will know Eden Winters by her distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. Watch out, she hugs!

Driven by insatiable curiosity, she possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial Pursuit.

She’s trudged down hallways with police detectives, learned to disarm knife-wielding bad guys, and witnessed the correct way to blow doors off buildings. Her e-mail contains various snippets of forensic wisdom, such as “What would a dead body left in a Mexican drug tunnel look like after six months?” In the process of her adventures she has written fourteen m/m romance novels, has won several Rainbow Awards, was a Lambda Awards Finalist, and lives in terror of authorities showing up at her door to question her Internet searches.

When not putting characters in dangerous situations she’s a mild-mannered business executive, mother, grandmother, vegetarian, and PFLAG activist. 

Her natural habitats are airports, coffee shops, and on the backs of motorcycles.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Spirit Day - October 15

Do you know about Spirit Day?

Spirit Day began in October 2010, and is promoted by GLAAD. It is a day to wear the color purple and show support for LGBT youth who are victims of bullying. 

Two years ago at GRL in Albuquerque, I had a purple butterfly tattooed on my shoulder to commemorate the day, and that was also the time when I wrote the song "Last Letter to a Son" as a tribute to the young lives that have been lost.

It’s the story of a woman who didn’t know her son was gay until it was too late.

What you can’t see in the words is what’s happening in the video in my head. During the verses she’s going through her son’s belongings, finding clues and slowly putting together all she didn’t know of her son’s life. During the choruses, when she asks, “Why couldn’t you tell me?” the scene flashes back. In one scene she’s chatting with a friend, laughing and making fun of a gay man. Her son turns away with horror in his eyes. In another instant, she angrily turns the TV off on a debate on marriage equality. In the third scene, her son approaches and wants to talk, but Mom is raving about the openly gay couple who just moved in down the street. The woman merely did as she’d seen done by her own family, or heard in her church and workplace. She never even paused to consider what her own feelings were. And without even realizing, she created a barrier that her son longed to cross, but couldn’t.

Last Letter to a Son

Why? Why couldn’t you tell me?
I love you anyway,
No matter what others say.
Why? Why’d you feel so all alone,
I keep thinking that you’ll just come home,
Don’t leave me this way.

(Verse 1)
You left your bed unmade,
Like you’d be coming back today,
Shirt lying on the floor,
That you won’t wear no more.

I found a letter you wrote,
To someone that I didn’t know,
You told him that you’d love him so,
Until the end of time.

Why? Why couldn’t you tell me?
I love you anyway,
No matter what others say.
Why? Why’d you feel so all alone,
I keep thinking that you’ll just come home,
Don’t leave me this way.

(Verse 2)
When I found your phone,
Read ugly words from your so-called friends,
The truth hit home,
Your pain just reached an end.

The kid from next door,
Said you shouldn’t live no more,
Never listened to him before,
Why’d you do it now?

Why? Why couldn’t you tell me?
I love you anyway,
No matter what others say.
Why? Why’d you feel so all alone,
I keep thinking that you’ll just come home,
Don’t leave me this way.

I met the boy who wears your ring,
Such a sad and lonely thing,
I’d have approved of him,
And I do so now.

We had ourselves a good long cry,
Then we both kissed you goodbye,
You took your life ‘cause they called you wrong,
But, Baby, those folks lied.

(Verse 3)
And now you’re gone,
Sometimes I can’t go on,
The other one you left alone,
Says, “Live, and so will I.”

Why? Why couldn’t you tell me?
I love you anyway,
No matter what others say.
Why? Why’d you feel so all alone,
I keep thinking that you’ll just come home,
Don’t leave me this way.

Why? Why couldn’t you tell me?

This last section was not a part of the original song, but added later.

When I said “fag” and “queer”,
I never thought you’d overhear,
Didn’t think I’d cause you fear,
Or you to turn away.

It breaks my heart in two,
You thought the taunts meant you,
I’d give up my life today,
To take back my words,

I, know why you didn’t tell me,
Please love me anyway,
And forgive my hateful ways
Me. I’m why you felt so all alone,
And if you’d could only come on home,
I’d be better I swear.

Why, why couldn’t you tell me?

The next time peers laugh about someone for being weird or different, or you witness someone who may need a friend, think about this: he or she may need you more than you’ll ever know. Just one smile, one kind word, one “I understand.” You never know who may be watching.

I am Eden Winters, an author of gay romantic fiction, a mother, a PFLAG member, and I smile at strangers. 

October 15 is Spirit Day, and once again I plan to wear purple to show my support. Won't you join me?

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Saturday, September 26, 2015

Fantastic Bargain on a Fabulous Novel!

Ever since I published Naked Tails, folks have been after me to write more unusual shifter stories, be they about possums, bears, or even the chipmunk/skunk medi-vac pilots from the book. I'm working on the bears now, and have marked the pilots as "one day."

That said, I've developed an affinity for lesser known shifter types, and when I chance upon the occasional story that doesn't involve wolves or big cats, I pounce. Okay, to be fair, I pounce on wolves and big cats too, but still...

Anyway, as I was saying, off-the-beaten-path shifters fascinate me, and I'm thrilled that dear friend and critique partner, literary hand-holder, etc., P.D. Singer has created a novel-length follow-up to her short romp Tail Slide. The short work is even included in the longer one.

I've been privileged enough to get a pre-read, and let me tell you, the book not only met my wildest little dreams, it passed them. Be still my shifter-loving heart!

Otter shifters! Woot! Cute, cuddly, mischievous, koi-pond-raiding OTTER SHIFTERS!

Lon Ewing snowboarded in and turned economist Corey Levigne’s life upside down, introducing him to a world he didn’t know existed. Corey’s still adjusting to a boyfriend who shifts into an otter and raids the koi pond—and now Lon says Corey’s department chair is a werewolf?

Wolves at the university, wolves in the bank—across Lon’s desk sits Professor Melvin Vadas and his hench-wolves, demanding a construction loan for the pack’s new lodge in the mountains. There’s just one little problem: the proposed building site is home to a breeding population of rare fish.

What do wolves care for stupid human rules, an otter who’d barely make a good snack, or one pesky man determined to protect the environment? Once they’re snout to snout with Corey and Lon there’s more than silverscale dace on the Endangered Species list.

Includes Tail Slide

Fresh powder snow and running water in the Colorado back country call Lon like the moon calls the wolves. Belly-sliding to a good time on the weekends makes up for a workweek at a desk, and meeting Corey adds a whole new level of fun to snowboarding.
It’s easy to slip away for time alone in the woods without raising suspicion, but how’s Lon to entertain himself when bad snow and a worse spill force them off the mountain too early?
Never give an otter a box of Cheerios.


And not only does Ms. Singer give us otter shifters, she's also made it really easy to get our paws on (pun intended). From now until the release date of October 9, get Otter Chaos for only .99 cents. That's right folks, less than a buck. But remember, the sale is only for preorder. After publication the sale is over.

Find Otter Chaos at Rocky Ridge Books and here:

 AmazonAll Romance eBooks,  and Smashwords.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Book Review: Falling Awake by Kage Alan

I don't normally review books I've critiqued prior to publications, no matter how badly I want to scream from the rooftops about an amazing story.

This time, I'm making an exception for Falling Awake by Kage Alan.

Imagine waking up in a place you can’t remember, with a face you don’t recognize, and a name that may not be your own printed on a ticket in your back pocket. And of the five people you meet during the next few hours, four of them hold clues to your past, present, and two possible futures.

The outcome of the encounter will determine your soul’s fate, and the only way out of the nightmare may be through falling awake.


I won't leave a star rating as I had the distinct pleasure of pre-reading and critiquing this work. Because of those reasons, I normally don't comment on any story I've had prior knowledge of. 

That said, why would I break habit and review this book? 

Because this story so moved me, touched me on such a profound level, that it needs to be shared. 

What it's not: 1. A typical boy meets boy romance (and yet there is a deeper love here than in many romances I've read). 2. A showcase for Mr. Alan's quirky humor and tongue-in-cheek observations. 

What it is: Amazing.

Good versus evil, cultural legends, soul connections, and an epic battle for the very existence of man caught in the middle of the struggle. And a cast of characters that each represent so much more than they appear at face value. 

Are my words cryptic? Yes, sorry, but totally in keeping with the surreal nature of this work. It's like nothing I've read before, and I stayed up way into the night, glued to each word. Thousands upon thousands of novels and novellas have I consumed in my life, so it's getting very hard to find something unique, something so different, so unpredictable. And ending the book was just the beginning. Since reading (has it really been two months ago?), I still find myself revisiting a scene or concept, discussing the book with friends, and plotting out who'll I'd buy copies for. 

How rare is it that you read fiction that affects the way you look at the world? 

Oh, darn. I'd planned to finish edits on one of my own books today, but instead I think I'll make a cup of tea and re-read this one. A day well spent. 

Read Falling Awake. 

For a short work, it packs a punch. 

Bravo, Mr. Alan.

Find it here at