Friday, October 23, 2020

Sad

 I apologize for my extended absence from my blog. I hadn't realized how much time had gotten away from me. 

Today's post isn't about my latest book, review, or writing. No, today I pay tribute to someone very dear to me, fellow author P.D. Singer. 

Pam and I met on a fanfiction site around 2005, struck up a friendship, and online friends became "visit you at your house" friends. We goaded each other into writing our first books, and held each other's hands through waiting for responses from publishers, revamping rejected books, and celebrating the good times. I've not published a single story that didn't get her seal of approval, and I did the same for her. She was my writing partner, my friend, and my sister of the heart. 

We saw each other at conventions, author events, and just because we wanted too. Four years ago she acted as an attendant at my wedding. 

We didn't know anything was wrong until mid-August, when she experienced a seizure. Several days and many tests later it was discovered that she had stage four metastatic breast cancer. 

I was able to visit with her before she passed. We shared stories of our times together, chatted about writing, and agreed we'd have more adventures one day..I held her hand as I had many times before, and just tried to be there for her. 

She lost her battle with the formidible enemy on October 1, two days after I returned home. 

People handle strong emotion many ways. I release my feelings with words, in particular, peotry. The stronger the emotion, the more the words pour our of me. This poem wrote itself in four minutes, the day I purchased my plane ticket to visit her one last time.

The Road

I set my foot upon a road
Which should have been a thrill
Dreading every step I took
Sun couldn’t chase the chill

At journey’s end I knew I’d find
Someone I loved so dear
To hold their hand and ease their mind
While blinking back my tears

When you meet someone for the first time
You don’t know what will come
You might smile and nod and walk away
Or family they’ll become

You anticipate the happy days
Together brave the bad
And in the end look back and smile
For the good times that you’ve had

You never thought you’d say goodbye
The road would end like this
With stinging eyes and breaking heart
As you give them one last kiss

For those of you who are fans of PD's Mountain series, she left me with three more Kurt and Jake stories to publish.


Rest in peace, my friend.
x

Tuesday, July 7, 2020

New Release - Drifter

Now available at Amazon and on KU: Drifter!


Some legends never die.

Killian Desmond met his end in the fiery crash that killed his band, or so the newspapers say. Now a nameless drifter, he plays one pick-up gig after another in a haze of pain and regret, moving on the minute someone says, “You sound like that guy from Trickster.”

Getting outed cost Mike Rose his musical family. A bassist without a band, he’ll play any kind of music to earn a paycheck, but Trickster’s music provides light during the darkest moments of his life.

A chance meeting brings together two lost souls who spark enough heat to set their guitars on fire. Their chemistry, both onstage and off, feels like something written in the words of a song and gives them courage to face life again.

But to seize their future, they have to confront their past.

Every damned, ugly inch of it.

Friday, July 3, 2020

The Reviews are in for Drifter

Four more days until the release of my lates novel, Drifter, and the ARC readers' reviews make me feel that I suceeded in my attempt to provide an entertaining, yet riveting romance.

Here are a few of the hightlights thus far:

"This was one heck of a story. Definitely worth reading." - Becca

"I was hooked into this story and didn't want to put it down." - L

"I've read Highway Man, the short story on which Drifter is based on, years ago and I always wished it was longer. I felt that Killian and Mike had so much more to say. My wish came true and I couldn't put it down. " - EQUUS

"This is a new to me author and this story was simply beautiful. I rooted for the characters from page one and was unable to put the book down. This story is a hit with me."- Sandy

You can read the reviews in their entirety on Goodreads


Some legends never die.

Killian Desmond met his end in the fiery crash that killed his band, or so the newspapers say. Now a nameless drifter, he plays one pick-up gig after another in a haze of pain and regret, moving on the minute someone says, “You sound like that guy from Trickster.”

Getting outed cost Mike Rose his musical family. A bassist without a band, he’ll play any kind of music to earn a paycheck, but Trickster’s music provides light during the darkest moments of his life.

A chance meeting brings together two lost souls who spark enough heat to set their guitars on fire. Their chemistry, both onstage and off, feels like something written in the words of a song and gives them courage to face life again.

But to seize their future, they have to confront their past.

Every damned, ugly inch of it.

Pre-order your copy today at Amazon. The book will also be available on KU. 

Saturday, June 13, 2020

My Greatest Accomplishment as a Writer

It's been over ten years since I published my first book, and my total number of full-length gay romance novels is 20. Plus, I've published a m/f/m and a young adult, both under different pen names. I've been blessed that my work has won Rainbow Awards, and one of my novels was a finalist in the Lambda awards.

Would you like to know what I believe is my greatest accomplishment as a writer? It's not a book I've written, or an award. As nice as those are, there's something far more important. It's people. 

1) I wouldn't tell this story if the person in question hasn't been open about it, but a few years ago someone read The Telling and wrote to tell me how much they loved it. It was their first gay romance. We exchanged emails and I discovered that he, like me, had been discouraged and told he could never write. I told him that if he was a writer, nothing could stop him. He disappeared for awhile and came back to ask, "Would you like to read my book?" He's now a very prolific and successful author in our genre. I get happy tears in my eyes just thinking of him. We've met in person and I finally got to meet this amazin writer face to face.

2) Well over a dozen years ago, I wrote fanfiction, and struck up a friendship with other people on the forum. Two in particular: one from the other side of the country, another from Canada. We spoke often through emails and messaging. Since then, they've both been guests in my home, and I've stayed with them. We went from online friends, to friends who hang out whenever possible. It's rare that we don't message each other at least once per day. 

3) I've met an author from China who wound up living thirty minutes from me, and we became good friends and crit partners. 

4) Two other authors and I had weekend getaways. They've also visited me in my home. I cherish those memories. During our weekends together we wrote down anything said that could be considered even slightly dirty. At the end of the weekend, we'd choose a phrase that we'd all include in our next book. Now you know where the Bo and Lucky line, "Pop my cork, big boy," came from. 

5) Three of the authors mentioned above attended my wedding. A fourth couldn't make it due to bad whether. 

6) I've bought muscadines for a writer friend from Germany when we met in Atlanta, and got to hug her in real life instead of just signing my emails, "Hugs, Eden."

7) I've received cards, gifts, and a chocolate care package from people I've met through my writing. 

8) A reader wrote to me saying she had bought my book not knowing it was gay romance, and was shocked at first, but then read on because she'd become engaged with the characters. She said it opened her eyes to issues faced by the GLBTQIA community. 

9) I've heard from veterans who served in the military back when they feared someone finding out their sexuality. One man narrowly escaped expulsion from the Army. I encouraged them to write their stories, and I certainly hope they did. 

I have a friend that I love dearly, who often shared stories about the hardships of being gay. Once day he said, "You'll never understand my world." His words hurt me, because I love him and genuinely wanted to understand. So I set out to educate myself. 

I read, I studied, and fell in love with the gay romance genre. The Telling was my first novel, a therapy book in which I worked out issues in my life and dealt with the topics of what I was raised to believe, and what I now knew to be right. It is that book that set all the above into motion. 

I dedicated the book to my friend. He now happily tells people of my writing and the part he played. 

My self-education led me to PFLAG, where I served on the council of the local chapter, and was elected Vice President. I've handed out PRIDE Guides at parades and otherwise donated time to a cause I'm passionate about. 

And you can better believe I'm dressed in purple on Spirit Day, and will happily explain to others the significance. I've also found so many good causes to support: The Trevor Project, PFLAG, youth shelters...

So, my greatest accomplish as a writer is how much I've grown, the priviledge of, even if in a small way, making a difference. And the people I've come to know and love. 

Awards and good reveiws are amazing. 

Love and understanding is better. 

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Drifter, Now Available for Preorder

So many folks who read Highway Man said they wanted more, and wanted to hear from Mike's POV.  I listened. And I wrote. At long last, Drifter is up for preorder at Amazon, releasing July 7. Check out the gorgeous cover by Cate Ashwood Designs!


Some legends never die.

Killian Desmond met his end in the fiery crash that killed his band, or so the newspapers say. Now a nameless drifter, he plays one pick-up gig after another in a haze of pain and regret, moving on the minute someone says, “You sound like that guy from Trickster.”

Getting outed cost Mike Rose his musical family. A bassist without a band, he’ll play any kind of music to earn a paycheck, but Trickster’s music provides light during the darkest moments of his life.

A chance meeting brings together two lost souls who spark enough heat to set their guitars on fire. Their chemistry, both onstage and off, feels like something written in the words of a song and gives them courage to face life again.

But to seize their future, they have to confront their past.

Every damned, ugly inch of it.

Preorder your copy today at Amazon

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Drifter Excerpt

My upcoming rocker novel, Drifter, contains several originals songs that I either wrote for the book, or that were languishing on my hard drive.

Here is You've Got You.


You don’t need me
You don’t need anyone
You’ve got you
You’ve got you

Lovers come and lovers go,
Taking all that they can get
Leave you bruised and leave you bleeding
’Til you wish you’d never met

They sink their claws into your ego
leave you empty, full of doubt
With deceitfulness and brutal lies
They twist and turn you inside out

You don’t need me
You don’t need anyone
You’ve got you
You’ve got you

Better keep yourself around you
Better to walk this world alone
Than know ecstasy of one moment
The next spent cut right to the bone

They promise much, and give so little
Take, take, take, is all they do
Then leave you standing there with nothing
You don’t need them, you’ve got you.

Walk away, don’t look back,
You won’t need them, never do,
Head held high and eyes wide open,
You need no one, you’ve got you

Look for Drifter to release from Rocky Ridge Books on July 7. I'll post more as the day grows closer. 

Sunday, May 24, 2020

New Book, Coming Soon!

I'm happy to announce that, at long last, I have a release date for Drifter, the rocker novel based on novella Highway Man. Folks asked for more, now they'll get it.

Some legends never die.
Killian Desmond met his end in the fiery crash that killed his band, or so the newspapers say. Now a nameless drifter, he plays one pick-up gig after another in a haze of pain and regret, moving on the minute someone says, “You sound like that guy from Trickster.”
Getting outed cost Mike Rose his musical family. A bassist without a band, he’ll play any kind of music to earn a paycheck, but Trickster’s music provides light during the darkest moments of his life.
A chance meeting brings together two lost souls who spark enough heat to set their guitars on fire. Their chemistry, both onstage and off, feels like something written in the words of a song and gives them courage to face life again.
But to seize their future, they have to confront their past.
Every damned, ugly inch of it.

Stay tuned for more information!