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Welcome to my blog and thank you for your support in hopping Visibility Awareness and Equality! It is so important that we show our love and support to every amazing individual in the phenomenal rainbow that is our community.:) So this May 17th (and every day after), take the time to celebrate our differences!

Love is Love. Those three words are simple, but so powerful. There is a liberty found within those words. There are no boundaries to the emotions that we experience. Rather, there are no expectations of how we should feel and how we shouldn’t. That freedom is one of the elements I most enjoy as a writer of m/m erotic novels. I craft stories that bring to life love and lust without constraints.

I’ve had the great joy of opening the eyes of some of my friends over the past years. Out of support they have read my books and found themselves intrigued and enthralled by the tales. Soon, they were buying more and more books in the m/m genre and finding it led to much sleep deprivation. I was happy to be the catalyst to their education when it came to illustrating the beauty of love no matter the gender combination.

Yet, I know there is still a great many minds to be pried open and so I will continue to write. It helps that I have a blast penning each book. At the end of the day humans are a confusing bunch and I thought I’d end this short blog with a little  fun quote from my book Between the Lies, Club Syn book 1:

        “Love stories are timeless.” He tried the answer and found it did indeed hold a vein of truth.

          “They are timeless, but what you wrote wasn’t a love story,” Graham stated. “There was no passion in your words. Do you have the paper with you?”

          Spencer nodded and suppressed a twinge of pain brought on by Graham’s continued negativity. After digging through the bag he had next to his feet, he pulled out the paper from his binder and passed the evil document to Graham.

          Graham snagged it and flipped through the sheets. “Ah, here. You simply describe him seeing the other man. ‘He saw him looking at him.’” Graham sighed. “This is a huge area where you could add a spike of need in the reader. He doesn’t just look at him. He feels the gaze like a physical caress on his skin, bringing to life sensations he has never known before.”

The way Spencer had felt the first time Ebony had looked at him, like he wanted to eat him up. Oh, yes, he understood exactly what a young Juliet—or in his story, Roman—would be experiencing even if he hadn’t written it that way.

         “Can you see it?” Graham asked. “Need. Desire. Those raw sensations should grab you. Writing is about more than punctuation and grammar. It’s about having a voice that speaks to the reader. In this scene, your voice needs to seduce.

          “In a tale of woe, the readers should fall in love with the characters and feel the pain of loss as if it were their own. The reader should not be happy when the characters finally off themselves, which was an emotion I experienced on reaching the conclusion of your paper.” Graham raised a brow.



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Weekend Writing Warriors

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Iowa pushed up on his elbows, his sweat-slick hair sticking to his forehead and temples. He looked too damn sexy for words. Graham’s hands tingled to touch him all over again. This wasn’t good. He needed perspective. He needed to go.

“Running?” Iowa asked.

Graham threw his legs over the side of the bed. “More like speed walking. I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

“Let it happen?” Iowa snickered. “Oh, yeah. You control all the forces of nature, Doctor. I could have said no.”

The soft caress of fingertips along his spine caused a shiver. Graham peered over his shoulder. Teasing blue eyes met his, so unlike the ones filled with painful vulnerability from before their sweaty therapy session. The man could be so fucking sweet, intelligent, curious, and funny. “Who are you, Iowa?”

“A state with a lot of corn.”

Graham stood, picked up a pillow, and threw it at Iowa, smacking him right in his smug face. “Cute.”

“You’re the one who insists on calling me that.” Iowa moved off the bed and to his feet, doing a full-body stretch.

~ Above excerpt is from Between the Lies, book one in the Club Syn series. Available NOW!

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Sensual Saturday Snippet

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“I can feel how much you want me.” Spencer took a step he thought he never would. It was time for him to be the aggressor. He spun them and pressed Graham to the wall next to the window, clasping Graham’s wrists. Graham’s head jerked up, his brown eyes wide. “Just be lost with me,” Spencer rasped, capturing Graham’s lips in a kiss full of suppressed longing and fierce lust.

Graham moaned into the kiss, his muscles flexing in Spencer’s grasp.

~ Above excerpt is from Between the Lies, book one in the Club Syn series. Available NOW!



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Between the Lies, Now Available!!


Professor Graham Darrius leads a double life, everyday he enriches the lives of students, but at night he struts the stage as Ebony Powers at Club Syn. The two personas cannot mix, which is an easy rule to follow until a sexy man from Iowa stumbles through the door.
Spencer Neil has never stepped foot into a gay bar and holy shit did he get more than he’s ever imagined. What did he know about drag queens, go-go boys and heated exchanges in dark corners? The world he lives in is academic and predictable. At least until he meets Graham, and sees that sometimes all is not what it seems.
Beneath the shock of discovery, misunderstandings, silk stockings, and wicked instruction Graham finds himself falling for Spencer and Spencer finds he’s getting a whole different kind of education.



“I knew the second I saw you that you’d be trouble,” Graham muttered.
“Why’d you come over, then?” Spencer asked without turning around.
“I have no more secrets to reveal for you, Iowa,” Graham replied.





“Just be lost with me,” Spencer rasped, capturing Graham’s lips in a kiss full of suppressed longing and fierce lust.



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Sensual Saturday at Club Syn


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So many more complications muddied the surface; warning bells clanged in his head. But the gnawing ache of lust was painful, and the simmering need in Iowa’s eyes only fed it. With a groan of defeat, he nuzzled Iowa’s neck, giving in to his cravings. He knew he shouldn’t, but much like starting the night off drinking too much top-shelf scotch, he couldn’t help but indulge in a desire that would lead to a horrible hangover of regret.
“Graham,” Iowa rasped. “Please.”
One of Iowa’s hands had found its way under his shirt, and the rough touch of those fingertips across his skin had all of Graham’s remaining reservations crumbling.

~ Above excerpt is from Between the Lies, book one in the Club Syn series.  Available April 4th!



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Sexy Saturday at Club Syn


“You’re giving off some mixed signals with your silence, hon.”

The touch of fingers along his back had him tensing with need but chained by confusion. He bit his lip to hold in whatever whimpered plea might have escaped. He’d spent years suppressing his sexual nature, so the tendency toward silence was automatic by now. It was far more difficult to make himself let out noise of any kind, much less anything intelligible.

“I may be a lot of things, but I don’t seduce unwilling men.” Ebony’s soft caress left his body, and Spencer swayed toward the touch.

“Stay,” Spencer whispered before he could rethink the word, but he knew he meant it. Whatever Ebony had to offer him, his body sure as hell wanted…needed.

The warmth of Ebony’s body caged him in the small space, like a furnace. The click of the lock being set into place had his heart speeding. What am I doing?

“And what would you have me do?” Ebony murmured, pressing close enough Spencer could feel the definite outline of a hard-on against his ass. “With you all alone in here?”

Spencer wished he’d had time to read a book on bathroom hookups, or maybe watched more porn. “I have no idea.”

~ Excerpt from Between the Lies (Club Syn, book 1)




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Flashback Friday with Firehouse Six!


These delicious men have been saving the day since Grey’s Hidden Fire came out in 2013. Now two more will be jumping in the fray to join this group of heroes. Yes, I am a tease when it comes to my guys, but will reveal that the story is Cole and Gavin. Now, as I am feeling pretty happy I will be doing a giveaway, but it comes at a creative price…to you! Your task is to leave a comment with your best pick-up lines. I will choose the most fabulous one to put in the book and give the winner a 10 dollar give card to Amazon.:) Plus, since I feel a little naughty, I’ll give them a sneak peek at Cole and Gavin’s first kiss. Keep commenting all weekend long…as many times as you’d like.

Did I forget to mention my wonderful Firehouse men won some awards?  Well, they did!  With the Love and Romance Cafe…

Driven by Fire was third for Best Book of 2015.

Lost in the Fire was tied for second for Best M/M.

Thank you readers! Here is a picture to show my love!


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