Monday 26 July 2010

Gay Best Friend - Available Now!

Hi guys,

New book out today. Gay Best Friend is an M/M, BDSM short. It’s the tenth book in the G-A-Y Lust Bite Series, but since it’s only connected to the other titles by theme, it can also be read as a standalone.

Here’s the blurb:

And here’s a quick excerpt:

“So what do you do, wash each other’s hair, paint each other’s nails and stuff?”

Carlton Griffiths considered the question very carefully from all possible angles. It still didn’t make the damnedest bit of sense. He glanced briefly across the table at his new co-worker, just in case that might inspire some blinding flash of understanding. It didn’t. Carlton turned his attention back to the match playing on the big screen behind the other man’s shoulder. “What are you on about now?”

“Owens—he’s your ‘gay best friend’, isn’t he? Isn’t that the kind of thing you do together?” Gary chipped in, from his right.

“Bryce?” Carlton frowned as he tossed back the dregs of his pint. “He’s fine. Just leave him be.”

“Sticking up for your boyfriend?”

Carlton leaned to the side in a vain attempt to see the screen past Matthew’s head. He’d never realised the man had such an annoyingly huge skull.

“Well, if you’re not giving each other pretty little make-overs, what are you getting up to with each other?” Simon piped up from the seat next to Matthew.

Carlton put his glass back on the table and tore his eyes away from the screen. He looked at each of his new colleagues in turn. In hindsight, the fact that they’d all seemed far more interested in him than the screen ever since Bryce went up to the bar, should have probably given him a clue much sooner.

Part of him had already been aware that none of them had been thrilled when they found out Bryce was gay. Apparently, none of them had grown a brain since then.

“Fine,” he finally said, with a dramatic little sigh. “You’ve uncovered the truth at last—we’re actually madly in love with each other. Every time we can snatch a moment alone, we’re having wild sex in tons of interesting and varied positions. Now, for the love of all things gay, straight and undecided, will you please shut up so I can watch the damn match!”

Matthew spluttered as he tried to swallow and hyperventilate at the same time. “You what!”

Carlton sighed, for real now. “Sarcasm means nothing to you, does it?”

“Screw sarcasm! Straight guys don’t bloody well say things like that.”

Another look around the table confirmed that they were all staring at him with the same horrified expression.

“It’s called being comfortable with your sexuality,” he informed them.

While they continued to gawp at him, those same expressions still frozen onto their faces, Carlton did his best to ignore them all. It wasn’t easy when Matthew was still sitting between him and the screen. The players kept kicking the ball into one side of his head. Most times it passed through and appeared on the other side as if there was nothing between his ears to stop it, but when it was intercepted somewhere behind his skull Carlton lost any real chance of following play.

“Sounds gay to me,” Gary muttered, somewhere off to Carlton’s right.

The ref blew the whistle for half time. Carlton slumped back in his seat. “Should have gone back to Bryce’s place to watch the game like he said…” Bryce was going to be so bloody smug when he got back to the table with the next round and realised he barely knew the damn score.

“So you could be…comfortable with your sexuality together?” Simon asked.

Carlton rolled his eyes heavenward. This was why it was important to stay at least one drink ahead of the guys he worked with. They were bloody annoying when they were drunker than him. He looked forlornly at his empty pint glass.

“You need to pick a team,” Gary announced, as if he’d just come to that conclusion, as if it wasn’t bloody obvious that Carlton knew which team he was on already.

“I’m straight. Bryce’s gay. We’ve be friends since before either of us were old enough to know what either word means.”

He was straight. Bryce was gay. Carlton repeated the same thought over inside his head, just for good measure. Those were the facts of the matter, and that was the way they were going to stay, even if he did sometimes find himself wondering what would happen if—

Thanks for reading.

Gay Best Friend is available here.

Friday 23 July 2010

Giveaway results :)

Hi guys,

A huge thanks to everyone who commented on the last post and entered the giveaway.

The winners are Mandy and Sandtiger.

If you both drop me an e-mail at and let me know which book you'd like, I'll e-mail it back to you :)

Have a great weekend everyone!

Friday 16 July 2010

Tell me something I don't know + a giveaway

I've just been tagged by the lovely Bronwyn Green for a meme. Apparently the meme says I'm supposed to tell you ten things you probably don't know about me.

Because I like giving away e-books, I'm going to run a give away at the same time. Just leave a comment on this post to be entered. (More info at the bottom of the post.)

Anyway, (with random pictures as and when the mood strikes) here goes...

1. I collect eggs. Not birds eggs, decorative ones. Last count I had 154.

2. I almost joined the army. I was in an army college when a knee injury made me unfit for service.

3. I can't function without post it notes.

4. At my worst point health wise, I didn't leave the house for over three years, and I didn't have a conversation with anyone outside my immediate family. I still sometimes struggle with 'small talk' as a result and worry that this makes me seem rude.

5. I really love the theatre. Especially Shakespeare and Musicals. (This is the last one I went to see - an early 27th birthday present from my parents. We're going to see HMS Pinafore week Saturday too.)

6. I'm dyslexic and find it almost impossible to tell the time on clocks that don't have all the numbers on the face.

7. I really love to crochet. My last three projects are below, along with one I'm just starting.

8. I've pretty much given up on ever being able to find adult shoes to fit me. (I'm a UK size 2).

9. I've only ever read 2 erotic romance e-books - both after I was actually published my. (I decided not to read any others until I got my own works in progress under control because reading other peoples stories tends to spark ideas for more of my own. One day I'll be allowed to read again, lol, but I'm not sure when.) Click on the links to find out more about the books.

10. Before I was ill, I was really into sports. I was school jr athletics champion for two years and competed in 100m, 200m, relay, shot put and high jump. I also played netball, volleyball and did gymnastics. I also got an A in Physical Education at GCSE after I fell ill (it seemed like a good idea at the time...)

And that's it.

I'm not going to tag anyone to do the meme. But as I said at the top of the post, I am going to do a giveaway. Anyone who leaves a comment on this post will be entered into a draw to with the e-book of their choice from my back list. (Or an IOU for a future release if you have all the back list ones you want.)

One winner will be chosen at random on Friday 23rd July and the results will appear on this blog.

Wednesday 7 July 2010

Handcuffs and Glory Holes

Hi everyone,

I’m having a busy week and I have another new book out today! Handcuffs and Glory Holes is a M/M, BDSM erotic romance. It’s the second book in the Rawlings Men series, but it can also be read as a standalone.

Here’s the blurb:

Police Sergeant Conrad Rawlings likes glory holes. As a dominant who’s never learned how to feel casual about even the most fleeting hook up, he’s learned to cherish the complete anonymity they provide. Still, when he hears a cubicle door open as he leaves the back room of a club, he can’t quite help looking over his shoulder.

Submissive Willis Evans doesn’t know why his master ordered him to make sure the stranger from the glory hole sees his face before he leaves the club, but he knows the price for disobedience. Willis does as he’s told. The moment their eyes meet, he can’t help but hope he’ll be allowed to see the other man again.

They are going to meet again, but it won’t be under conditions either of them could predict. Willis’ master has a plan—one which could easily break them both.

And here’s a quick excerpt:

The door leading into the back room of the club creaked open. It was the cue Willis Evans had been listening for, for over twenty minutes. As the sound of footsteps crossing the tiles floated into his cubicle, Willis lowered himself to his knees. The floor in the pokey little space was much the same as he’d always found it—cold, hard and far from clean.

The partition wall shuddered as the door into the neighboring cubicle was pulled closed behind its new occupant. Willis took a deep breath and let it out very slowly when he heard the lock on the other man’s door slide into place.

All his attention focused in on the hole between the adjoining spaces. A few seconds passed, and a foil wrapper was offered through it. Willis stared at it for a moment, as if he’d never seen a condom before. Finally, his brain kicked into gear. He took the packet from the man on the other side of the glory hole.

It was nice of the guy to offer him the choice, but a second’s consideration had Willis slipping it into the back pocket of his jeans. No point wasting it on a blow job when there might be someone who’d be willing to use it for something more than that later.

Fabric rustled. Willis turned his gaze back to the hole linking his world with the other man’s. The edges of the opening might have been rough when it was first cut, but at some point some practical-minded visitor to the club had covered the perimeter with masking tape. The DIY job had been pristine when Willis had first visited the cubicle, several months ago. The strips were peeling away now, battered by constant friction.

Past the circular frame created by the remaining partition, Willis watched strong hands reach for a button up fly.

The lighting was dim, full of shadows, but as Willis stared through the hole, he could have sworn a spotlight shone on the other man’s crotch, as if it was highlighting a personal little peep show, being put on just for him.

The top button slipped through the denim, then another. The hands that unfastened the other guy’s fly were big, masculine—a working man’s hands.

More buttons were quickly undone, it wasn’t long before Willis knew his first ‘date’ for the evening was going commando. Pushing back the denim, the other man exposed a long, thick shaft, already half hard with expectation.

The guy wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking himself three or four times before finally offering his cock up to the hole. He was tall, the hole was only just high enough to accommodate him.

Licking his lips, trying to work some moisture in a mouth left dry by unaccountable nerves, Willis leaned forward and took the tip of the offered cock into his mouth. There was no reason to be anxious. It was just a blow job—he should have been able to do that in his sleep by now.

Willis closed his eyes as simple instinct encouraged him to suckle gently around the head of the other man’s cock while it rested snugly inside his mouth. He took a little bit more of the shaft between his lips, dipping his head toward the hole in the partition.

Just a blow job…

A tiny satisfied sigh drifted through the partition and, as easily as that, something inside Willis settled. The pleasure in the soft little sound soothed a part of him that had been neglected for far too long. It was just a blow job—just a chance to feel another man’s pleasure and know he was the guy who made the other man feel that good. As Willis felt all his concerns about the wider world begin to fade gradually away, there was no just about it.

To buy the book, or read a longer excerpt, just click on the cover at the top of the post.

Monday 5 July 2010

Buy Gay Friendly and help a great cause!

Hi everyone,

I have a new book out today with Total-e-bound.

This one is a little bit special in that I’m hoping it’s going to make a bit of money for a local charity.

100% of all the royalties I receive for the book, primary and secondary sales over the full duration of the contract, will be donated to Tŷ Hafan Children’s Hospice.

That means everyone who buys the book direct from the TEB website will be donating 70p (just over $1 US) to a really fantastic cause.

Here’s a bit about the charity (taken from their website):

Tŷ Hafan offers comfort, care and support for life-limited children and young people and is dedicated to improving the quality of life of their whole family.

Tŷ Hafan was established in 1999 to provide respite, palliative and end of life care to the children in Wales who suffer from life-limiting conditions. Life limiting conditions are those which mean that the child or young person is not expected to reach nineteen years of age.

Children suffer from various conditions, such as Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, Cystic Fibrosis and Celebral Palsy. Some children are diagnosed at birth; others receive no diagnosis or at some point treatment is abandoned. Children and their families might receive our support for many years or just for a few days at the end of life. Either way, Tŷ Hafan provides love, care and support for the children and their families absolutely free of charge.

Tŷ Hafan is a registered charity and was established entirely from public donations. It now costs £2.5 million a year to run the hospice and all but 17% (Government funding) is raised through the generosity of our donors and supporters.

And here’s a bit about the story - Gay Friendly is a Male/Male BDSM lust bite length story. It’s the ninth book in the G-A-Y collection, but since they are linked solely by theme, all the books can also be read as standalone titles. I should also probably mention that the plot of the book, has nothing to do with the great work Tŷ Hafan does.

Here’s the blurb:

Ellis thought a gay friendly hotel sounded nice. He didn’t realise just how friendly the men there would be…

Ellis is gay and out—technically at least. Unfortunately the only other gay man he’s acquainted with is his cousin Harry. When he suddenly gets the chance to visit a gay friendly hotel with his cousin, in exchange for paying his share of the petrol money, he assumes the impromptu holiday will be a nice gentle way to ease his way into gay society before he starts university in September.

Dominant Mitchell Thompson has fond memories of the hotel where he came out almost two decades ago. He returns there every year, and always finds it to be exactly the same unashamedly kinky hook-up party it has always been. When he stumbles across a sweet little novice who’s obviously way out of his depth at the resort, his trip down memory lane suddenly becomes far more interesting.

And here’s a quick excerpt:

“I think I might be the only gay man on the planet who’d actually like to know someone’s name before he starts grabbing my arse.”

Half way along the path, Mitchell Thompson paused and looked over his shoulder. He frowned slightly as he shook his head at himself, sure he must have misheard.

“No, I’m not bloody well exaggerating. You have no idea what the men here are like!”

Thompson turned around and retraced his steps to a gap between the excess of greenery that separated a secluded little seating area from the paths that flanked it. The leaves parted to reveal a stunning view over the cliff tops to the sea beyond, but Thompson’s attention never actually moved past the young man in the middle of the scene.

He had a mobile phone glued to his ear, and he was sitting on the table with his feet on one of the chairs, but otherwise, he presented a pretty picture.

“I did not!” His eyes opened very wide. Pale pink lips morphed into an inviting little O. “I came here because he said the hotel was gay friendly. Friendly,” the younger man stressed. “Handshakes are friendly, clapping someone on the shoulder and watching rugby matches with someone is friendly. Trying to grab someone’s cock before you’ve even said hello is not friendly, it’s…it’s…well, it’s a damn sight more than friendly!”

Thompson smiled to himself. The younger man sounded so shocked, so innocently appalled by it all.

The boy pushed his hand through his hair, disordering the dark brown spikes. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just not as gay as I thought I was…”

Thompson’s smile faded a fraction. The younger man sounded so lost, so uncertain about it all.

A noise from the path on the other side of the seating area caught the boy’s attention. He rushed out his goodbyes and hung up on whomever had been playing agony aunt for him.

Mitchell tore his attention away from the younger man just in time to see a group walk out from the excessive shrubbery. There were half a dozen men, none of them much older than the boy at the table, and all of them more than a little tipsy. If Thompson was any judge, they were harmless. They were just as obviously out of the boy’s league.

“Hello, darling!” One of them hopped up onto the table and put his arm around the smaller man’s shoulder. “Your Harry’s—”

“Cousin,” the boy cut in, evidently thoroughly fed up with men assuming that he was Harry’s something else. “I’m his cousin.” He made a subtle attempt to move out of the newcomer’s embrace. It was so subtle, the other man didn’t even appear to notice.

“Edward!” One of the other men remembered as he sat down on the seat the boy had been resting his feet on, blocking one of his escape routes.

“Ellis.” The correction was accompanied by an embarrassed smile and an attempt to make his exit by edging crabwise along the table. He edged his way directly into a dark haired young man.

Ellis gave a shocked little yelp as he realised he was effectively pinned between the group, or maybe because his attempts to back away from one man had put his hand onto the crotch of another. He snatched his hand back. “Sorry, I…”

The guy laughed. “No need to be sorry, sweetheart.” He caught his wrist and guided it good naturedly back towards his cock. Ellis’ eyes opened wider than ever. His mouth opened and closed several times, too. No words came out.

“That’s enough.” Thompson stepped out from the greenery. Every pair of eyes turned towards him.

And that's it. Just click on the pic at the top if you want to pick up a copy :)