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Monday Mumbles

I had a brilliant, productive weekend. Isn’t it great when things work out the way you planned? Saturday I finally managed my scene in the co-author book with Jaime Samms. We’re at around 41K, and the finale and epilogue are Jaime’s babies. It’s been a great experience working with Jaime. I’ve said it before, but we bounce off one another and have the same ideas as to where the story is going. Jaime writes her parts in 1st person—love it!—and her character, Paul, is one half of an abusive relationship. I love the way Paul develops as the story unfolds. Although his vulnerability is always there, he gets stronger and accepts he’s worth more than being treated like dog turd. My character, Carl, is an absolute beast. A murdering, controlling beast. But at the same time I hope I’ve shown the other side to him where readers may well pity the guy, despite him being awful. The tale is called Fight—a duel-edged title, which will become clear when the book is read.

After writing my scene, I critted a novel for my friend. The time breezed by, and I finished it Saturday night, which left me all day yesterday to write some more of my latest book involving two vamps. Well, there are more in there, but the focus is obviously on my hero and heroine. It’s been fun to write so far with no stumbles along the way.

Today I’m visiting a friend’s house then coming back to read. I need a day off from writing, so rather than do all the mundane things I should be doing, like cleaning and ironing, I’m going to sit down and enjoy someone else’s manuscript. On the print book front, I’m reading my squidgy pal’s novel, Master of None by Sonya Bateman, signed by her with heart-warming words. I’ve known Sonya for years and read the book as a manuscript, but reading it as a hold-in-your-hand book is so cool it isn’t funny. I keep smiling while reading, so happy that Sonya’s hard work has paid off. She deserves it!

So, that’s about it from me today. Tomorrow is the dreaded grocery shopping and a bit of writing, but I have permission to repost an article that featured in the latest AWH magazine. I’m interested in what your thoughts will be on it.

Well, I’m off. The day proper must begin. Have a good one, folks!


Glimmer. OUT NOW!

Lee and Ryan, eighteen-year-old men, admit the love they have shared since childhood is more than just friendship.

Blurb:

Lee still lives at home with his domineering mother, who makes it quite clear she’s anti-gay. Since Lee’s father left the marital home, Lee’s mother has punished him physically and mentally, ensuring he keeps his love for Ryan secret. One night, when Lee’s mother goes out, the two young men explore one another in Lee’s room.

After an explosive revelation, Lee leaves home, the need to sift through his past and come to terms with who he is paramount. Someone makes it clear Lee must never come back to town, frightening Lee into agreement. The only problem is, he’ll be leaving Ryan behind…

Excerpt (readers 18 years and above only):

The house stands as though abandoned when we get back, the lights out, the curtains shut tight. I slide my key into the lock and motion for Ryan to stay outside for a minute. It wouldn’t surprise me if she sat inside in the dark, waiting to see if I brought Ryan indoors. She’s done it before, but luckily Ryan heard her voice and retreated out the door, closing it quietly so she wouldn’t realise we’d been about to sneak up to my room. Only to shoot the shit, play on my Play Station, nothing untoward, but still, Mum would have suspected otherwise.

Seeing the house is clear, I call Ryan inside and, as he closes the front door, I go into the kitchen and put the washing-up liquid in the cupboard beneath the sink. I take a bottle of Coke out of the fridge—bought it earlier this morning when I got Mum’s paper from the shop—and collect two glasses from the cupboard over the cooker. Back in the hallway, I smile at Ryan, even though he can’t see it in the dark, and walk upstairs, pleased to hear his footsteps as he follows.

Wary, I push the door to my room open, expecting to find Mum sitting on my bed. I flick the light switch and blush at the state of my room, shown in all its cluttered, untidy glory under the harsh illumination of the bare ceiling bulb.

“Uh, excuse the mess,” I mutter, stepping forward to scoop up a pile of dirty clothes and shoving them into the laundry bin. I hadn’t anticipated Ryan coming in tonight; otherwise I’d have cleaned up a bit. He’s only ever seen it presentable.

“No probs,” he says, flinging himself on the bed, unfazed. He grabs the Play Station control and nods at the TV. “Boot it up, then.”

I do then take off my jacket and flop on the bed beside him, reaching to my bookshelf to get the other control. The game starts, and we spend the next hour or so battling it out, Ryan winning every time, as usual. After the best out of five, I drop the control down the side of the bed, and it clonks as it hits the floor. I lie on my back, head against the pillow, and stare at the ceiling. Ryan is close, too close, yet not close enough. His body heat warms my bare arm, and I wonder what it would be like to press my skin to his, feeling it fully, properly.

“You ever thought about leaving here?” he asks, leaning over me to put the controller on the bookshelf.

His belly touches my side, and my stomach flips over. My cock twitches, and I will it not to harden, exposing how I feel for him when he might not appreciate my erection. If he isn’t gay, if I’ve misinterpreted…shit, I’d hate to lose our friendship.

“Um, many times.” I casually lay my hands over my crotch and hope he hasn’t spotted my burgeoning cock. Shit!

“So what’s stopping you?” He moves away, settling next to me, resting on his side, face propped in his hand, elbow digging into the mattress.

“Money. Guts.” I swallow, pushing away images of what could have happened just then if I’d lifted my hand and twined my fingers in his hair. If I’d trailed my hand down his cheek, his chest, and to his groin…

“You could get a bedsit and afford it on your wages. If you did extra shifts at the pizza place you’d manage. As for having guts…one day she’ll piss you right off, and you’ll walk, no problem.”

“I s’pose. I want to get out. Get out of this town, too, if I’m honest.”

Ryan sits up, his fingers curling around my wrist. “Really?”

I stare at his hand, the contact searing, fucking great, and he releases his grip, retaking his former position. I will him to put his hand back so I can feel that rush again, but he doesn’t.

 


Writing, A Day Off & A Couple of Covers

Thursday is usually my day off because my daughter, Nat, comes to visit. Unless I’ve got too much to do, steeped in a book, I take this day to forget about writing-based stuff and just be me. The problem is, my body and mind usually give up on me when I slow down or rest, and Thursdays see me dog tired by about three o’clock.

Anyway, I’ve been writing this week and gave myself two days to finish Burning. Unfortunately, as is usually the way with me, the book will be longer than my estimate. I’m a pantser, and my books usually evolve as I write them. The book took a different direction to my original intention, which will add another 6K to the book. No matter. So long as I know where I’m going with it, whatever word count I end up with is by the by. It just means another couple of days writing it, that’s all.

After Blinding I want to write my part in the book I’m co-authoring with Jaime Samms then it’s back into my latest EC book. Once those are done, I can start Inferno, the 3rd book in the Blinded series. It’s all go, but I’m happy with that at the moment. I have my to-do list under control and don’t feel so overwhelmed with everything on it.

I’ve been so busy this week I haven’t been walking with the girls at night. By the time seven o’clock rolls around when we usually set off, I’m shattered. My mind is drained, and the last thing I feel like doing is giving my body a battering too. But I’ll be back to walking Monday next week, because I’m determined to have Burning and my co-author scene off my list.

I’ve created a couple of covers for LYD authors. I enjoyed making them. I love doing cover art. When I go into Photoshop, I concentrate so hard on what I’m doing that everything else fades away. Here they are:

 

Hmm. That’s about it from me as Sarah Masters/Emmy. The other me, whoa, she’s having a ball with EC. One book out, another due in July, edits coming soon on a novel and a totally groovy review has given me hope that I’m onto a good thing with her. She’s been well received in various places so far, which is lovely because I did worry, using another pen name, what it would be like being a ‘new’ author again. It’s been great. Better than the first time around. I’m comfortable with her voice in her books—bonus!

Well, I’m off for a day of talking to Nat and pottering about the kitchen tidying up. I do plan to write about my ‘24’ and Lost addiction at some point, so if you’re also a fan, it would be good to read your take on the programmes. TTFN!


I Look Like Perry & Have Weird Dreams

I’m feeling Mondayish. Little One had an extra day off yesterday due to teacher training, so today, after their week off on half term, felt like the start of the week. Rushing around, getting used to being up early again, bleary eyes. And to make it worse, it’s pissing down. Meant to piss down all week. That’s nice! So I envision our nightly walks as us getting drenched. But…aha! I have my umbrella. Yeah, I could act hard as nails and walk without it, but hey, I’m not gonna. Last time I did so, wearing Hubby’s weatherproof jacket, I came home only to be told by Middle Son that I looked like the person in the picture here, the one with dark hair. A massive boost to the old ego, right? Yeah, right…

Anyway, I went grocery shopping today and on the way back had a think about a book I’ve messed up on. I started it all wrong. Telling the reader what had happened instead of writing it as it happens. And telling is the right word. Appalling! Naughty me. So I’m going to start again, using what I have in parts but revamping. Let’s hope I get it done, because I need to finish this one. What with the weather being like it is, I’m hardly likely to be doing anything else but writing.

Hmm. I’ve been having weird dreams lately. I usually have them when I’m worried or stressed, but I’m not particularly either at the moment. The to-do list has shrunk, I have everything in order, so I can only assume my mind is wandering as I sleep because I haven’t had the writing outlet the past few days. In one dream there were spiders. Big buggers crawling on the floor in my house. I asked each one of my kids to ‘Get the spider for Mummy’ but they walked past me as though I hadn’t spoken. One of those lucid dreams where you’re there but not. I was invisible. No one got the spiders for Mummy, and I looked down at them—I had bare feet—and told myself that there are some things I must do for myself. I know what it’s about with regards to my waking life, but the dream just reinforced it.

I had another weird dream last night, but buggered if I can remember it now. Just know I woke thinking: WTF was that all about? Weird.

Well, I’m off to put the groceries away, make a cuppa, then try and fix this book. Hope you have a great day, folks!


Glimmer – June 11th

It’s been a busy few weeks for me. I’m just now starting to get a handle on all the irons in my fire and sorting everything into priority order and getting on with them. I have a couple of books that I really must finish fast, then I can slow down a bit and take my time a little more. Glimmer will be released June 11th, the first tale of the Blinded spin-off series, and I hope to complete Burning, the 2nd tale, by next week. I have had some EC work I’ve been writing since I wrote Glimmer, two tales that refused to let me go, and with one still to finish I can then get to Burning. I’ve found switching between m/m and het keeps my interest alive, and when one genre calls the other has to sit and wait for a little while. At the moment I’m on a het burst!

Once the second het is complete I’ll be starting on June’s issue of the AWH magazine, my last one as editor. I can no longer keep going with it as I had hoped. What started as a two-day venture turned into around seven, and with everything else I’m doing I can’t spend that much time on the magazine. It was fun, sometimes frustrating, to work on, but I’m sensible enough to know when to put something aside for the good of everything else on my to-do list. Hopefully the magazine won’t die—maybe someone with editorial experience and the time will come along and take it over.

I’m looking forward to going back to writing one book at a time too. I currently have three manuscripts started, one I can write when my attention wavers from whatever else I’m working on, but usually I only have one book on the go at a time. My mind hasn’t been able to settle on one book recently, and while the word count mounts up, it’s spread over the three books and none of them are getting finished as fast as I would like. So, nose to the grindstone for me. Finish them!

Here’s hoping your writing projects are going well!


Out Today! Reverse Blackmail

Rob is settled in a great relationship with Stuart, but his past catches up with him in a startling way. Photographs of Stuart engaged in sexual acts arrive in the post, sending Rob into turmoil. Stuart denies cheating, so who is the man in the pictures? Rob aims to find out, discovering someone from his past has a side to him even Rob finds hard to swallow.

The two men turn into amateur detectives and soon realise they have stumbled into something far more sinister than they could have imagined.


Out Now! Book 5 of The Unusual Series

Lee and the policeman meet up for their much-needed night out. On the way home, they walk past the scrubland, where one of the murders took place. Scuffling noises sound, and the policeman leaves Lee on the sidewalk to investigate. The killer’s ire is up, and his desperation at having Lee all to himself surges to the fore. When will this madness end? And will Lee come out of the ordeal with his mind intact?


Book 4 in The Unusual Series Out Now!

The murders take on a new twist, and Lee continues to cope with being the recipient of macabre gifts…

Lee and Nathan’s relationship reaches a new level, but the killings continue. This time it isn’t anyone Lee knows, but news of the murder still hits him hard. He braces himself for another of the killer’s ‘gifts’. The policeman leans on Lee again, the case a difficult one for him to cope with, and they arrange an evening out to de-stress. However, the inevitable gift arrives, shaking up the small town’s residents once again.


Yer Book’s Crap!

I get frustrated by the affiliate book sites where they have ‘poor’ ratings, but not for the reason you might think. It doesn’t upset me when people rate my books as poor—not in the sense that I think everyone hates me and I should give up writing—because there’s no feedback or reason to help me fix whatever made the book ‘poor’ in future works. I’m a level-headed woman. I realise not everyone is going to like my books, but to know why would be a major bonus. That someone took the time to rate them at all is brilliant—not everyone who buys them does that, do they?—so if there was a place they could write their thoughts, I think that would help me and readers. If one person’s ‘bug’ is another’s, then it saves a reader wasting money on buying something with their ‘bug’ in it. I’m all for people having an enjoyable read and I don’t like the thought of money being wasted when they could have bought something more to their satisfaction.

What to do? I doubt the affiliate sites will change their structure.

I’m also the kind of person who doesn’t get offended by constructive criticism. Other eyes on your work are a must because all writers know they miss things in their own work, being too close to it, having read it too many times. It would be cool if more people expressed their feelings in places like Goodreads, though recently I saw someone did and an author took exception. I can understand being prickly about a negative review, but isn’t it better to know how a reader feels? Providing they’re not being nasty for the sake of it, that is. That happens sometimes, and it’s obvious when it does what the reviewer is doing. Snark is the new way to go apparently, and that’s fine if that’s what floats the reviewer’s boat and brings readers to their sites, but not every author is able to shrug off spite and move on. Some feel the need to retaliate, to defend themselves, and then it turns into something ugly. I prefer to remain silent on any bad reviews I have received. I take the information in, have a look at the book in question to see whether I can improve in the future, and move on with that new knowledge firmly in place.

You know, we must be a crazy bunch. We spend time writing our babies and unleash them on the world in the hopes they will be well-received. We risk ridicule, hate, spite, bad sales, people saying things about us in a personal manner that shouldn’t even come into it, yet still we write and begin the process again with each new book.

Gluttons for punishment or just doing what we love?

How do you feel about negative feedback? How does it affect you? Do you use it for the good and to your advantage or do you get swallowed up by self-doubt?

I remember my first bad review years ago. I felt sorry for the reader having wasted an hour or so of her time reading my crappy book—well, from her review, it sounded like she would dearly love to call it a bunch of crap—but she did list everything that bugged her, and I took her information and made sure I didn’t repeat the same ‘mistakes’ again. After browsing the affiliate sites this morning, I see certain books of mine are considered ‘poor’, so I know there are still things I need to fix, but without written feedback I have no idea what they are.

Piddle!


Out Now! The Talisman

Part Three of The Unusual series. M/M paranormal.

Body parts keep arriving at Lee’s bar after every kill. How many more gifts will he receive?

After the shock of receiving yet another body part in the post, Lee gains news of the latest murder. The rumours are still rife that a large dog is killing residents, but with the arrival of werewolf hunters in town, Lee is forced to contemplate the absurdity that the killer is a man and a wolf. The head hunter gives Lee a talisman for protection, and Lee becomes the shoulder for the local policeman involved in the case, who needs to talk about his burdens.


Deary Me…

Yesterday was one of those days. Today may well be the same. I just made a cup of tea, raised the cup to sip, and sneezed. My nose went in the tea.

Now, yesterday we went swimming, as usual. I decided to try the front crawl. I hadn’t done it since my youth, so, goggles on—yes, I wore my new goggles, complete with rainbow lenses that make me look like a fly—and off I went. Gosh, it’s rather more exertion than good old breaststroke, isn’t it? By the time I got to the other end, water went down the back of my nose and I choked. Looking like a complete gimp, I coughed and spluttered. A man stared at me as though to ask if I was all right, and I said, “Fuck me!” by way of explanation.

Of course, I didn’t mean it literally, and I doubt very much he’d want to do such a thing to me anyway, and my goodness if he did I’d clout him around the face, but he looked at me like I was a complete weirdo and swam further away. Bless him.

We arrived home, and I decided to clean up a little. Grease from a dirty baking tray had spilled on the floor, and I slipped. Then, when Hubby had left the room, I slipped again … Later, I ran out of dishwashing tablets and decided that squirting a tiny amount of washing-up liquid in the machine wouldn’t be a problem. When I went into the kitchen to remove the cinnamon buns from the oven—which, incidentally, ended up sunken and resembling biscuits—I discovered foam spilling from the dishwasher door and the space between the dishwasher and washing machine crammed with it. I pressed pause to find a washer full of foam, completely hiding my dishes. Lovely. I won’t be doing that again.

As is usual for a Monday morning, the school run never goes as smoothly as other days. By the time I dropped little one off, I heaved a sigh of relief and walked to our local shop to withdraw some cash so I could buy some Diet Coke and dishwashing tablets. The damn ATM was out of service. Hmm, I thought. Do I walk into town or not? Deciding not, I stomped at a fast clip along the path and saw a neighbour.

“You all right?” she asked.

I explained my annoying morning and ended up walking into town with her and another neighbour. Pleasant time spent drinking coffee in a pub—ooerr, and people do drink beer at 10 in the morning!—then into the supermarket to buy what I needed, except I forgot the damn Coke.

“That’s okay, I’ll have tea,” I said to myself once home. And then the aforementioned nose-burning incident occurred.

 Now, do I remain in one place all day, keeping away from anything that can do me harm, or do I go about as usual and await any mishaps that may be lurking? I only plan to do laundry and write. Hmm. Let’s just hope I manage that and come out the other side unscathed.


Out Today! Book 2 in The Unusual Series

News crews descend on the town, and one reporter befriends Lee for inside information. Another corpse is discovered, and Lee wonders what ‘gift’ he’ll receive next from the warped killer. He turns to his friend, Nathan, for support, and their relationship blossoms. However, the killer isn’t happy, and one person has trampled on his last nerve… Part two of The Unusual series.


New Werewolf Series Release!

A completely new start brings horrors that Lee could well do without. Who is killing the townsfolk? And who is sending those macabre gifts?

Lee has moved to town to start again. His last relationship turned sour, so he opens a bar and throws all his energy into it, though two men he has befriended cause him to wonder if he’s ready to take the plunge again. However, a murderer is out there, sending gifts to Lee—body parts—as a token of his love. Rumours say it’s a wild dog roaming the forest, but if that’s the case, who is sending the presents to Lee?


New Release! Blinded

Ryan has news for Lee that can’t be told over the phone or by email, and he dreads the outcome

Ryan is on his way to see his first love, Lee, who moved to a village in the middle of nowhere to escape his mother and her cruel ways. At Lee’s cabin, Ryan faces emotions that upset him and realises he loves Lee more than he thought.

He drops a bombshell on Lee, who needs time alone to digest the news. Ryan is left wondering if he did the right thing, but what else could he have done? He’s always been blinded by Lee’s love, and he can’t imagine that light ever going out…


Now in Print! The Master

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New Release! Grave Findings

OUT NOW!

Russell has one thing left to do before he can leave work for home—except he doesn’t get there until much, much later…

Russell is a gravedigger. One night, while finishing the last dig of the day, something occurs that changes his whole life forever. Faced with the dilemma of either going to the police or remaining silent, he follows his instincts.

On his way home from work, Toby intervenes in an argument—with grave consequences. After meeting Russell, they make their way to Toby’s flat, only to find a grim discovery that forces them to make a big decision…


New Release – Beautiful Sunset

Matt has been visiting the lake for time alone to sort through his feelings over the break-up with his ex, Jack. He feeds a heron, the only constant in his life, and ponders on the future. One day, a man appears and sits beside him. Thomas, who seems to understand Matt’s inner turmoil.

 Accepting an invitation into Thomas’ home on the other side of the lake, Matt discovers people aren’t always what they seem…


Coming Soon!

Rob is settled in a great relationship with Stuart, but his past catches up with him in a startling way. Photographs of Stuart engaged in sexual acts arrive in the post, sending Rob into turmoil. Stuart denies cheating, so who is the man in the pictures? Rob aims to find out, discovering someone from his past has a side to him even Rob finds hard to swallow.

The two men turn into amateur detectives and soon realise they have stumbled into something far more sinister than they could have imagined.

Excerpt:

We follow down various streets, heading into the heart of Grebe. We’re talking a nasty place here, where a bloke being shanked on a street corner goes unaided by heroes. Who wants the hassle of a gang on their back should they intervene? Youths remain silent around here too—I saw and heard nuffin’, mister.

The streets are a tangle, a maze of roads that only a Grebe resident born and bred would know how to navigate. I don’t know where the fuck we’re going or how to get out if we have to go back the way we’ve come. We’ll have to rely on those two up ahead to lead us back to the outskirts where they live.

“Got a bad feeling,” Stuart says.

I can only nod; not feeling too bright myself. The brief thought of fucking off comes to mind, but a stronger force pushes me forward. Intrigue and, if I’m honest, downright nosiness makes me put one foot in front of the other in a place no one should be unless they have no choice.

The tunnel entrance looms ahead at the end of a cul-de-sac. Traffic from the main road behind it creates whooshing noises—tyres on a rain-slicked road, jetting along at speed. The houses either side of us give way to ratty scrubland, all knee-high grass growing out of an uneven, pot-holed surface. It skirts the whole of Grebe, a no-man’s-land of rough terrain the council didn’t have enough cash to fill with homes. It wouldn’t surprise me if a few dead bodies rest there, residents neither knowing nor maybe even caring whether they do. Just another day in the life of people struggling to mind their own, with perhaps a thought or two for the day they can pack up and leave—go somewhere the air isn’t tainted with the stench of death and violence.

“Shit, here we go,” Stuart mumbles, hands out of his pockets now as Dave and Muscle Man head into the tunnel unevenly lit by rectangular orange lights.

Patches of gloom hang between each illumination, and the tunnel bends halfway down, curving for about a hundred metres before the exit. That would bring us out, funnily enough, to the edges of the estate we live on. I’ve been through here once before, and let me tell you, it was enough. Just glad I was pissed at the time. It didn’t seem so sinister then, but it shit me up all the same.

Back to back, the two estates couldn’t be more different. At least on our streets we can almost guarantee help if it was needed. Folks round our way try hard to pretend Grebe and those living in it don’t exist.

We wait a minute or two at the entrance until the two round the bend. Fuck knows what we’re going to find down there, but with the mention of a gun and my suspicions about drugs, I have a damn good idea.

“You sure you want to follow?” Stuart raises an eyebrow, fists clenched at his sides, and shifts from foot to foot. The first light shines on his face, making him look the colour of a pumpkin.

“Uh, yeah. You?”

“Not really, but we’ve come this far so…”

“Right.” I breathe out and look down the tunnel. “Let’s go.”

Grit beneath our tread seems to shout our existence, the sound amplified in the confined space. I walk lightly but may as well not have bothered—a shouted “Oi, Davey!” rips through the tunnel, resounding until it dies out. A ripple of adrenaline spears my gut, filtering through my body, bringing me to a stop.

Should we go forward or back?

I glance at Stuart, who halts, arms rounded beside him, chest puffed out.

“Fuck!” He stares at the bend ahead then back to me. “Shit!”

He takes off, and I follow, heart beating like a bastard, my legs wobbly. Various scenarios flash through my mind, none of them nice, and we reach the curve and peer around it.

Dave and Muscle Man stand a short way ahead with their backs to us, legs apart, body poses those of men readying themselves for an attack. Some guy in front of them—I can only see his face between their heads—scowls, brows so low they almost obscure his eyes. His hair hangs lank and long—needs a bloody good wash—and an unkempt, scraggly beard and moustache cover the lower half of his face. The light they stand under brightens his red hair several hues.

“You got my fuckin’ money?” Redhead’s chin juts out, and the thin, tight line of his mouth disappears inside all that facial hair.

“No,” Dave says, hands clenching and unclenching beside him. “But I’ll be getting it Tuesday.”

“Tuesday. Right. And I’m meant to believe that, am I?” Red cocks his head to the side, as though listening really hard for the sound of bullshit. He sniffs. “And you got me here to tell me that.” Bland statement. “Right.” He widens his eyes and leans his head forward. “Anything else?”

Dave steps back—reckon that man’s breath must stink if his appearance is anything to go by—and slides a hand in his coat pocket. “Yeah.” He shrugs then rounds his shoulders, body jerking. “Uh, I need some stuff.”

Red throws his head back and laughs. I give Stuart a sidelong glance; he looks ahead, jaw rigid, body poised to flee, his face half in shadow.

I stare ahead again and whisper, “Get your phone out.”

In my peripheral, I see him do as I ask. He presses some buttons. Hopefully he’s got the camera ready to go.

Red takes a few paces backward, bringing into view his filthy grey coat, his hair laying over a multi-coloured scarf around his neck. “You want me,” he laughs again, “to give you some gear when you owe me ten grand? Give me a fuckin’ break!”

“I need it.” Dave eases his hand out of his pocket, snaking it behind him.

Jesus Christ, he’s got the gun.


Coming Soon… Werewolf!

The First Kill: A completely new start brings horrors that Lee could well do without. Who is killing the townsfolk? And who is sending those macabre gifts?

Lee has moved to town to start again. His last relationship turned sour, so he opens a bar and throws all his energy into it, though two men he has befriended cause him to wonder if he’s ready to take the plunge again. However, a murderer is out there, sending gifts to Lee—body parts—as a token of his love. Rumours say it’s a wild dog roaming the forest, but if that’s the case, who is sending the presents to Lee?

 

The Reporter: The town is thrown into chaos as news of the murders spread. No one is a suspect, because the police have put the killer down to being a large wild dog…

News crews descend on the town, and one reporter befriends Lee for inside information. Another corpse is discovered, and Lee wonders what ‘gift’ he’ll receive next from the warped killer. He turns to his friend, Nathan, for support, and their relationship blossoms. However, the killer isn’t happy, and one person has trampled on his last nerve…

 

The Talisman: Body parts keep arriving at Lee’s bar after every kill. How many more gifts will he receive?

After the shock of receiving yet another body part in the post, Lee gains news of the latest murder. The rumours are still rife that a large dog is killing residents, but with the arrival of werewolf hunters in town, Lee is forced to contemplate the absurdity that the killer is a man and a wolf. The head hunter gives Lee a talisman for protection, and Lee becomes the shoulder for the local policeman involved in the case, who needs to talk about his burdens.

 

The Obsession: The murders take on a new twist, and Lee continues to cope with being the recipient of macabre gifts…

Lee and Nathan’s relationship reaches a new level, but the killings continue. This time it isn’t anyone Lee knows, but news of the murder still hits him hard. He braces himself for another of the killer’s ‘gifts’. The policeman leans on Lee again, the case a difficult one for him to cope with, and they arrange an evening out to de-stress. However, the inevitable gift arrives, shaking up the small town’s residents once again.

 

The Capture: As the stress levels increase, Lee is about to discover just who and what the killer is.

Lee and the policeman meet up for their much-needed night out. On the way home, they walk past the scrubland, where one of the murders took place. Scuffling noises sound, and the policeman leaves Lee on the sidewalk to investigate. The killer’s ire is up, and his desperation at having Lee all to himself surges to the fore. When will this madness end? And will Lee come out of the ordeal with his mind intact?

 


New Release!

Off we go today with the release of book four from The Marked One series. Here’s a bit of blurbage:

Another Realm: With the task of slaying dragons ahead, Jerry and Zeb enter the realm of Vildas, a part-desert, part-earthy plane. The myth has it that The Beckoner and The Marked One survive the dragon fight, but with someone else in the realm with them… Circumstances ensure Zeb must conjure a demon for help in seeking out an invisible threat—a threat that can change destiny and end their lives.

OTHER NEWS!

At the moment I’m co-authoring with the wonderful Jaime Samms and having a great time with our book. We’ve been taking it in turns to write a chapter each. Jaime’s are in first person, and she writes the good guy. Mine are in third person, and I write the bad guy. He’s a killer, so I’m in my element there. The tale is unfolding so well, and we’re writing with no plan. I’m really happy to say it’s like we’re reading one another’s minds as to where the story will go, and I feel we’ll have a fantastic book once it’s complete.

I’ve got another thriller/suspense in mind for my next book. The kernel of a plot is in my head, and I’ll be ready to start in a few days when a little more of it has grown. I’ll be writing about a sociopath, so I’m looking forward to that!

That’s about it from me today. I’m having a day off. How exciting!


I Feel Crazy!

Ever had one of those busy couple of weeks where the to-do list is so long you could cry? That was me, my beauties, ploughing through the list and nearly weeping with joy when able to scrub something off. But yes! My list is gone! Gone, I tell you, and I feel marvellous and so full of the crazy gene that I could headbang the air and pretend I’m a drummer with my fake drumsticks. Or something equally odd.

Anyway, I have the great news that another Sarah Masters series will soon be available. Oh yes, dearies, there are a set of 5 m/m werewolf books if that takes your fancy. Lots of suspense and thrills that had my editor ripping through the edits to find out what happened. This is good to know. It means I achieved what I’d aimed for. Yee har!

I have the release dates for 3 new m/ms. Beautiful Sunset is 9th April, Grave Findings is 16th April, and Blinded is 23rd April. I turned in my manuscript for Reversed Blackmail yesterday, so that one should be coming out soon too. What a crazy ride this year has been so far, with 18 acceptances. I’ll be subbing a het novel to Ellora’s tomorrow and praying my editor likes it.

Tomorrow I’m having a day off and will probably spend the weekend either reading or compiling April’s issue of the AWH magazine. Lots of goodies going in, so I hope you’ll enjoy it.

That’s my news for the past couple of days, so I’ll leave you be and thank you kindly for reading this far. Goodnight you divine people!