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Guest Post: Jon Keys

Please welcome back Jon Keys! He’s here to promote his new release, Home Grown, now available from Dreamspinner Press.

Home Grown

Hi Rob, thanks for letting me visit! I’m excited about the release of Home Grown from Dreamspinner Press. Home Grown is all about people from different worlds finding each other and that sometimes it doesn’t matter. But besides all the drama between the two of them, they love good food. So this time as part of the blog tour I thought I’d give out recipes to at least some of the dishes from the book. Good food and steamy guys, what could be better!

So here’s recipe number two. This time it’s Roasted Tomatoes and Pasta, which is great with heirloom tomatoes. This one is healthier than the last one too. ☺

Roasted Tomato Pasta.


  • 5 -6 large tomatoes (plum tomatoes or any another paste type work great)
  • 1 Tablespoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon of pepper
  • 1 tablespoon of sugar
  • olive oil
  • Bowtie pasta (cooked)


  • Preheat oven to 250 degrees.
  • Cut the tomatoes into ½ inch thick slices and arrange on a parchment covered baking sheet.
  • Drizzle generously with olive oil.
  • Combine salt, pepper and sugar and sprinkle liberally on the tomato slices.
  • Cook in oven 2-2 ½ hours. Mix with pasta and stir to break up the tomatoes. Excellent with garlic bread.

~ Jon ~


Peter Stevens believes nothing tastes better than a vine-ripened tomato tended by a farmer’s hands. The craving for heirloom tomatoes leads him to his local farmers’ market and his favorite vendor, Ethan Hart. As Peter becomes a regular customer, the two find they have more in common than a love of good food. Just as Ethan begins to relax, Peter’s ex, Jay, appears and is all the things Ethan is not. A perfect storm of mistakes and poor choices, as well as Ethan’s haunted past, has him ready to admit defeat. With the guidance of friends and a goat far too smart for her own good, Ethan realizes he needs to have a tender hand and patience to grow a home for Peter.

Excerpt from Home Grown.

Ethan’s stomach fluttered, his anticipation building as he scanned the early morning farmer’s market crowd. Stop it. Peter will show up when he shows up. Ethan snapped his attention back to the present when the small gray-haired woman who ran the booth beside him tucked herself under his arm and hugged him tight.

“Morning, good-looking.”

“Morning, Maggie. How are things going?” Ethan kissed the top of her head and returned her embrace.

“Not bad, not bad. I’ve put out all the soaps. I hope everyone feels dirty today and stocks up.”

Ethan chuckled at the image of mud people gathering around Maggie’s stall. “Well, my customers can be clean. But I think business today will be good. The late season tomatoes are finally ripe, and I’ve had lots of people asking about them.”

 “Including Peter?”

Heat crept up Ethan’s cheeks. “Peter? I don’t know. Probably. You know he has a thing for my tomatoes.”

“Uh-huh, yeah. I might have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night. Admit it to Auntie Maggie, you have the hots for the boy, and I think he has a thing for more than your tomatoes.”

Ethan brushed off her speculation with a wave of his hand. “Maggie, you’re crazy. That man’s some kinda high-powered muckety-muck downtown. He’d never know I lived in Wisconsin if I didn’t have the best tomatoes in the market.”

Ethan studied the forming crowd, their sounds echoing through the building. “It looks like it’s getting busy, I’d better check to make sure I got everything from the truck.”

He embraced her again and trotted out the side door to his pickup. I’m not ready to talk to anyone about my feelings about Peter.

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Jon Keys’ earliest memories revolve around books; with the first ones he can recall reading himself being “The Warlord of Mars” and anything with Tarzan. (The local library wasn’t particularly up to date.) But as puberty set in he started sneaking his mother’s romance magazines and added the world of romance and erotica to his mix of science fiction, fantasy, and comic books.

A voracious reader for almost half a century, Jon has only recently begun creating his own flights of fiction for the entertainment of others. Born in the Southwest and now living in the Midwest, Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck, designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests ranging from kayaking and hunting to painting and cooking, he draws from a wide range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in and wrap them in a good story.

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Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 35

Here is Chapter 35 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan.

Be sure to check out all of the free fiction at Lots of my fellow bloggers are posting this week!

Noah sat in his car staring out the window. He was dreading going inside. Pulling out his cell phone, he checked the time. He’d told Eli to stay home and that he’d be there within the hour.

That meant going inside and taking care of this.

But the last thing he wanted to do was deal with Derek and his bullshit. The condo was under contract now, and this would be the last time Noah had to mess with Derek.


Noah checked his email, answering a quick question from Nicholas about his work schedule. He opened Instagram and couldn’t help but smile at the latest picture of “Theo and Beau.” So dang cute! He pressed the home button, and just he was about to tap the Facebook icon, a text from Eli popped up on his screen.

Let me know when you are on your way

Noah smiled. He knew Eli trusted him to take care of the Derek situation by himself, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

With a sigh, Noah pocketed his phone and got out of the car.

When he got to the door, he almost opened it out of habit. Catching himself, he rang the doorbell instead. There was a muffled “come in,” so Noah opened the door and walked inside.

It was dark inside the house, except for light spilling from one of the bedrooms. Noah made his way to the room Derek used as his office.

The older man sat against his desk, sipping from a silver flask. He was dressed in one of his custom tailored suits, though he looked tired, and Noah thought his hair was grayer than it used to be.

Derek tipped the flask toward Noah. “Drink?”

Noah used his finger to pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, then slid his hands into his jacket pockets. “No, thanks.”

"We should close in about a month, according to the realtor."


"A lot of memories in this place. It’s hard to see it go."


Derek took a swig of whatever was in his flask. “‘Okay, yeah.’ Is that all you have to say?”

"What do you want me to say, Derek? Yes, I have a lot of memories of this place. Mostly good. But that’s in the past now. I’ve moved on and I’m starting new."

"With that over-grown hairy gorilla,” Derek spat. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"With Eli. You should think about doing the same.”

"I called it off with Reagan."

"Oh. That’s too bad. You two seemed perfect for each other."

"I don’t need the sarcasm. It’s really not cute."

Noah resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Like he cared what Derek thought. Those days were long over. “Is there something you needed from me?”

"I packed up a few boxes of personal things. One of them is stuff I thought you might want."

"Okay, thanks."

Derek screwed the cap onto the flask and placed it inside his suit coat’s breast pocket. Pushing off the desk, he bent over and picked up his briefcase. He removed a stack of papers and a pen.

"I need you to sign this."

"What is it?" Noah asked. He walked up to the desk and skimmed the document. "What’s this about?"

"I’m giving you a percentage of the sale."

Noah pushed the papers aside. Anger grew in his chest, heating his face. If Derek thought he could buy him, then he was sorely mistaken. And the last thing he needed was to have something for Derek to loom over his head. “I don’t need it. I don’t want it.”

"Don’t be a martyr, Noah."

"I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but I don’t need you, Derek. And I don’t need your money. I can take care of myself."

"You know I can take care of you better than that other man can. It’s what you need."

Derek reached out to stroke Noah’s face, but Noah smacked his hand away.

"That’s where you’re wrong. I’m my own person with Eli. He doesn’t control me or take care of me. He supports me. He loves me for the man I am."

Derek swallowed visibly and dropped his eyes. “This wasn’t the way I thought things would turn out, you know.”

Noah figured that was as close to an apology he was going to get from Derek Pepper. And maybe the man finally realized he’d lost Noah for good.

"I know."

Noah turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway to give Derek one last look. “Goodbye, Derek.”

This time Noah didn’t look back.

Meet My Character Blog Tour: Peri McSmith

Today I have a special post, part of Tali Spencer's “Meet My Character” blog tour. We have an interview with Peri McSmith, Devin's best friend from The Degan Incident. Peri also made a memorable cameo appearance at the end of The Cassini Mission.

Check out Peri’s interview and an excerpt from my current work-in-progress: Galactic Conspiracies Book 3: The Degan Paradox.

State your name for the record.

My name is Perin McSmith, but I go by Peri. What’s this all about anyway?

This is a standard Union Navy security screen. It is required before civilian travel on any Union Navy starship. Please state your destination.

The Degan Homeworld, in the Ursa Major Alpha system.

Yes. Alpha Ursae Majoris IV. What is your business there?

I’m relocating there. My best friend Devin lives there with his family.

Do you personally know any Degans?

Of course. I’ve met Devin’s husband Bastian several times. And I met Bastian’s uncle Beshel and a couple of Beshel’s co-workers.

Beshel Drago, Degan Federation Chief Investigator?

Yeah… I guess that’s his work title. Why are you asking me about him?

As I’m sure you’re aware, Degans are not members of the Galactic Planetary Union. If you have a relationship with a ranking member of a foreign government, that would be something Union Security would need to know. So what is your relationship with Chief Beshel Drago?

I wouldn’t say we have a relationship, because ew. He’s not really my type. I mean, he’s kinda hunky, but his personality…

When was your last contact with Chief Beshel Drago?

I haven’t had any contact with Beshel, if you’re trying to imply something. I haven’t seen him since… Um… He was supposed to help me pack up Devin’s apartment, but… We were supposed to order Chinese and pack. He didn’t show up…?

You don’t sound sure, Mr. McSmith.

Well, to be honest, I don’t remember anything about that night at all. When I think about it, it gives me a migraine. I don’t know.

Describe Beshel Drago.

He’s a Degan, so you know… big, muscular, seven-foot fur-covered beast. He’s very serious, severely lacking in any sort of pleasantries, not to mention spontaneity… If you run a bioscan on him, you’ll find he is missing a funny bone.

You are aware the “funny bone” isn’t an actual bone in the human body.

Oh my god. Are you sure you don’t know Beshel, because you might be his twin. So am I clear for travel or what?

We’ll be in touch, Mr. McSmith.

Excerpt from Chapter 1 of The Degan Paradox


Degan Federation Chief Investigator Beshel Drago looked up from his comPad toward the officer who’d just entered. It was just as well. He’d read the damn intelligence report three times now and still didn’t understand a word. His B Team was investigating a xenophobic faction whose protests of the influx of off-worlders were turning violent.

What the hell?

Why was he having so much trouble focusing lately? He rubbed the knot on the back of his neck, digging fingernails into his fur, in a vain attempt to ease the tension. “What is it, agent?”

Beshel’s second-in-command, Agent Barlan was fair-furred, though he had a noticeable scar bisecting the fur near his left cranial horn. Likely a battle injury. Not unlike Beshel, he was a bit on the short side for an adult Degan male, but made up for it in the width of his shoulders and generous muscle mass.

Barlan raised a brow. “If I may be blunt… you look like shit. Sir.”

“It’s this damn rock. The sooner we get off it…”

“Agreed, sir. I’m ready to get home.”

Besh longed to return to the lush vegetation that covered his homeworld.

He turned and glanced out the window. Chunks of metal and concrete littered the landscape of ruined, crumbling buildings. The road into the facility was riddled with potholes large enough to swallow a Degan battleship.

Centauri Colony was a shithole, to be frank. The human colony had been decimated years ago during their war with the Mirans, back before Earth joined the Galactic Planetary Union. Today, most of the planet was still abandoned, left in ruins. Not that it was a gem before the war. The world was little more than a barren ball of dry dirt, stripped completely bare of any natural resources that might have been even remotely valuable. Only two kinds of people made Centauri Colony their home: nutballs trying to live off the grid… or those with something to hide.

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Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 34

Here is Chapter 34 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan. I passed the 1000 word mark by a few words this week, but that’s okay since I missed a week or two lately. The prompt I used this week was a picture of a pinata.

This week’s chapter is for mature audiences!

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Noah stood in the closet he now shared with Eli.

It was quite a bit smaller than he was used to. Even after donating roughly half his clothes before moving, he was still embarrassed he needed to overflow his wardrobe into the guest bedroom’s closet.

"What’s with the scrunchy face?" Eli asked.

He moved up behind Noah, wrapping his arms around him. The muscles tightened around his body. A hand slid up underneath Noah’s t-shirt, the rough skin warm against Noah’s smooth stomach and chest.

Noah’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a soft hum. “You know I can’t think when you touch me like that.”

"Good. You think too much sometimes."

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L’Expérience Degan (The Degan Incident French Edition)

The Degan Incident is now available in a brand new French language edition!

L’Expérience Degan (Conspirations Galactiques 1)

Travaillant seul dans un spatioport, Devin McSmith accueille Bastian Drago, un étranger exotique d’apparence bestiale de la planète Dega, et commence une aventure qui le mènera jusqu’aux étoiles et au-delà.

Devin et Bastian apprennent à se connaître l’un l’autre et leur relation évolue rapidement. Alors qu’ils commencent à tomber amoureux, Bastian disparaît sans laisser de trace.

Lorsque la rencontre de Devin avec Bastian déclenche un changement surprenant dans son corps, Devin est fait prisonnier et détenu dans un centre de recherches top-secret.

Bastian pourra-t-il retrouver Devin avant qu’il ne soit trop tard ?

Available in eBook: (France) and Kindle (Canada) and Kindle (US) and Kindle and Nook

Available in Paperback: (France) - includes free ebook version with Kindle MatchBook (US) - includes free ebook version with Kindle MatchBook


Guest Post: M. A. Church

Please welcome back M. A. Church! She’s here with her brand new release, the French language translation of Priceless: Inestimable.

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Des étincelles jaillissent quand Cupidon vise deux mortels à Las Vegas : Randy Jones, un homme ordinaire, en voyage d’affaires, croise le regard de Garrett Shiffler à une table de craps et le temps s’arrête alors. Rejetant tout ce en quoi il croit, Randy se lance dans une aventure torride de deux nuits avec lui, avant de paniquer en réalisant qu’il est tombé amoureux.

Le milliardaire cynique Garrett Shiffler a tout ce que l’argent peut acheter, et la plupart des hommes avec qui il sort, n’arrivent pas à voir plus loin que son portefeuille. La vie lui a appris que l’innocence et l’amour ne sont que le fruit d’une imagination collective. Mais quand Randy disparaît, emportant avec lui des sentiments que Garrett n’imaginait même pas avoir, il s’engage dans la bataille la plus importante de sa vie pour gagner son amour. Mais cette fois-ci, il se bat avec son cœur, et non son compte en banque.

Pendant ce temps, Cupidon se demande ce qui s’est passé. Ses flèches dorées ne ratent jamais leur cible habituellement, sauf quand le Destin intervient. Si Garrett veut récupérer Randy, il va devoir le faire seul, car le Destin a d’autres plans en réserve pour Cupidon.


APRÈS S’ÊTRE encore fait demander sa carte d’identité, l’homme à l’allure juvénile entra dans le casino. Ses yeux brillaient d’une lueur espiègle alors qu’il scrutait la foule de gens. Il écarta quelques mèches blondes et bouclées de son front, cherchant cette fois un certain type d’individu. Il avait maintenant juste besoin d’inspiration pour frapper, et ses flèches loyales étaient prêtes à l’emploi. Se déplaçant dans la foule, il regarda autour de lui. Il avait le choix parmi tant d’hommes solitaires qui avaient besoin d’amour dans leur vie.

Il était connu sous bien des noms, mais il préférait Cupidon, le nom que sa mère lui avait donné. Mythologie grecque, mythologie romaine… Il haussa les épaules. Les humains ne savaient pas à quel point ils avaient massacré le panthéon, non pas que cela importe de toute manière. Il connaissait la vérité, tout comme ceux de son espèce la connaissaient.

Ses yeux scrutèrent à nouveau le casino… là ! Il avait trouvé ce qu’il cherchait. Cet homme. Avec un large sourire, il se fraya un chemin à travers la foule.


GARRETT REGARDAIT la foule du casino ‘Palms’ de Las Vegas d’un air ennuyé et nonchalant, ses yeux ne voyant rien de ce qui se passait autour de lui. Il était agité, et même l’excitation habituelle du jeu n’arrivait pas à piquer son intérêt. Il fit négligemment sauter le dé dans sa main, ne s’intéressant pas aux montants élevés des mises de la partie de craps qu’il était en train de jouer. La foule autour de lui eut le souffle coupé en voyant que sa chance avait tourné, et qu’il venait de perdre plus d’argent en un seul coup de dé que ce que certaines personnes gagnaient en un an. Mais même cela ne parvint pas à le tirer de son humeur morose. Soudain, la chance lui sourit de nouveau avec le coup de dés suivant.

Son corps fut parcouru d’un frisson et ses cheveux se dressèrent sur sa nuque. Quelque chose, un changement dans l’atmosphère peut-être, attira son attention. Une fois encore, il examina la foule autour de la table de craps, cherchant… quelque chose. Il plissa les yeux et se concentra sur l’homme en face de lui, de l’autre côté de la table. Le temps sembla ralentir, et se figer. Le brouhaha agaçant du casino devint un simple bruit de fond jusqu’à ce qu’il n’entende ni ne voie plus rien… à part, lui.

Le cœur de Garrett rata un battement et augmenta rapidement, accélérant soudain, puis prit une courte pause avant de battre à un rythme effréné. Son esprit imagina une série de scènes en Technicolor qui exigeait que l’homme en face de lui prenne la pose, se penche et s’étire dans un nombre de positions érotiques et explicites. Les yeux de Garrett le scrutèrent jusqu’à ce qu’ils rencontrent des prunelles surprises, de couleur gris acier, et un autre frisson traversa rapidement son corps.

Ces yeux brillaient d’une douce lueur innocente comme Garrett en avait rarement vue et qu’il ne croyait pas exister encore aujourd’hui. Son esprit restait incrédule. Personne ne pouvait être aussi innocent, personne. Mais une partie de son âme longuement réprimée chuchota… ‘Et si’ ? Et si cet homme n’était pas un simulateur et qu’il était réellement ce qu’il semblait être ? Surpris par la réaction de son corps, il décida d’en avoir le cœur net. Il fixa l’homme de l’autre côté de la table de son regard glacé. Un petit sourire en coin flotta sur les lèvres de Garrett alors qu’il faisait signe à l’homme de venir à ses côtés.

M.A. Church

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

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Guest Post: M.A. Church

Roswell – Myth or Fact

According to much widely held public opinion, the United States government successfully recovered the remains of a crashed UFO along with its extraterrestrial occupants near Roswell, New Mexico, in July 8, 1947. In what is now known as the “the Roswell incident,” the U.S. military is said to have quickly covered up the affair and continues to shroud it in extreme secrecy even today.

If these events surrounding Roswell in the summer of 1947 actually took place, as have been claimed in several books on the subject and by numerous UFO researchers, it would certainly constitute the story of the millennium and be the greatest government-sponsored coverup of all time. Indeed, should irrefutable evidence ever surface that any government on this earth possessed the physical remains of either an extraterrestrial spacecraft or its occupants, it is an understatement to say that such a revelation would fundamentally transform humanity as we know it.

Now… according to Ziang, Daroshi’s commanding officer, there was a crash. How does he know this? LOL. He was involved. He was there. And guess, what? Aliens do exist and have visited Earth.

*Grin* Bryan can tell you all about aliens and their tentacles. ;)

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~I’m running a giveaway at my blog too. It runs until July 18th!


Be careful what you wish for…

The first time Daroshi spotted Bryan, the Maz’Rarian warrior knew he wanted the small town sheriff as his mate. Things have been going downhill since. Daroshi doesn’t have experience dealing with humans, especially a very unhappy human male who’s just had his well-planned life jerked out from under him. Little does Daroshi know the changes Bryan will insist be made to help him adjust. But he also never dreamed someone would actually try to kill his mate.

The shocks just keep coming for Sheriff Bryan Coltrane. Finding out aliens exist was bad enough. Finding himself mated to one was definitely not on his to-do list. Wait, what? Did someone say tentacles? And if that’s not enough, a killer tried to poison him. Added to his misery, now he’s on his way to another planet—a planet that he hates on sight. How’s he supposed to survive in such a cold, ugly industrialized world? Can you take the country out of the boy without killing his spirit?

As Bryan struggles to adapt, a killer plots to end his new life… before it even begins.


The stress of the past few weeks sure caught up with him—saying he was gaunt was putting it nicely. His sapphire blue eyes were sunken in his head and the laugh lines around his eyes slashed deeper into his face. The dark circles didn’t help matters, either. God, he looked like he had two black eyes. The skin was that nasty bruise color and puffy.

And were there more than a few strands of gray in his dark hair now? At age thirty-four this was ridiculous. That’s what stress would do, though, and this was about as stressful a situation as he’d ever been in. Bryan sighed. The poisoning deal scared him; he could have died. Should have died, actually. Someone was after his ass and they didn’t know whom. On top of that, they were hurtling through space toward a planet he’d soon be calling home. With an alien.

Yeah, stressful. “Shit,” he muttered. “Things have got to get—”


Bryan flinched at the roar from the other room. Damn, do these aliens know how to do anything other than yell?

“Where are you? Bryan? Bryan! By the stars, answer me!”

A loud crash echoed into the bathroom.

“Oh, for God’s sake.” Bryan shook his head. What the hell was Daroshi doing out there? Tearing Medical apart looking for him? Did Daroshi think he’d… what? Run away? Where was there to run? Besides, he had someone trying to kill him. He damn sure wasn’t going to go wandering the halls alone.


“I’m in here, Daroshi.”

Daroshi slammed into the bathroom area, chest heaving and tentacles writhing on his back. Jesus, he looked fierce. “What are you doing?”

“Playing checkers.” Bryan rolled his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing in here? It’s a bathroom. Come on, big guy, you figure it out. Jeez.”

Daroshi leaned against the doorframe, the rise and fall of his chest slowing. “I’m not even going to ask what this ‘checkers’ means. Bryan, the medibed stopped monitoring your stats. The low beeping noise ceased. I woke up thinking there was something wrong, and instead I find you’re… You weren’t there.”

“Aw, man, I didn’t think. I had to use the bathroom and… What are you doing?” Bryan grabbed hold of Daroshi’s shoulders as his feet left the ground.

Daroshi hoisted Bryan into his arms, growling loudly even as a tentacle snaked across one massive shoulder to pet Bryan. “I’m taking you back to the medibed. You know, it’s that thing that monitors your body’s systems. You were poisoned and shouldn’t be up. Do you understand how serious this is?”

Huh, sarcasm. “Since I was the one poisoned I’d have to say that yeah, I get it.” Bryan rested his head against Daroshi’s neck. Good thing he already went to the bathroom. “Wow, is that your best bedside manner? Because I have to tell you, it leaves a lot to be desired.”

“Waking up and finding you missing left a lot to be desired.” Daroshi gently lowered Bryan back down onto the medibed. “Do not do that again.”

M.A. Church bio

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance, she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

My links:

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Facebook: M.A. Church:


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Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 33

Here’s Chapter 33 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan. This week I used the prompt “Did you see…”

Be sure to check out the Wednesday Briefs web site for more free fiction from my fellow briefers.

Noah stepped out of the bathroom, still slightly damp from his shower, wearing only a pair of grey boxer briefs.

"We need to get the moving truck," he said as covered his mouth and yawned.

Eli’s eyes slid up and down his boyfriend’s body appreciatively, lingering at the soft hairs in the middle of his chest. Traveling downward, he followed the hair that led from his navel into his underwear. Eli was intimately familiar with what hid inside, though the bulge in the tight little briefs left little to the imagination.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

Noah’s voice snapped Eli out of his trance.

"Huh? This?"

Eli looked down. He wore sneakers, camo pattern shorts, and a black tank top. Oh. The shirt had a pair of glasses on it, taped in the middle, and in large block letters was written “NERD MAGNET”.

Eli chuckled. “Cute, huh?”

Only Noah wasn’t smiling or laughing.

"What’s wrong?"

"Oh, I don’t know," Noah answered sarcastically as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Why are you upset?" He spread his arms out. "I’m wearing this out of love. Nerd love."

Noah shook his head. “You’re crazy.”


Eli pulled Noah close and wrapped his arms around him. He pressed his lips to Noah’s head, planting a series of kisses. “Mmm, you smell good.”

"It’s your body wash."

Eli sniffed Noah’s hair. “It doesn’t smell that good when I use it.”

"I had to use your body wash on my hair."

Eli ran his hand over his smooth shaved head. “I don’t have much use for shampoo.” He pecked a kiss on Noah’s lips. “Anyway, I got something for you.” Opening the bottom drawer of his dresser, Eli pulled out a folded t-shirt. “Here ya go, babe.”

"What’s this?" Noah flicked the shirt, unfolding it, then holding it in front of him.

He looked down at it and started to laugh. The shirt had the face of a cartoon bear and it said “BEAR MAGNET” in block letters. Noah shrugged, then pulled the shirt on.

"It’s a little tight."

"Nah, it fits perfectly." Eli reached around and smacked Noah’s ass. "Put some shorts on and let’s go."

* * * *

Noah stepped back, moving out of the way.

Eli had brought his older brother, Jack, and his friend Rex. Between the three of them, they broke down the bed and furniture, and did all the heavy lifting. Leslie and Nicholas had volunteered to help, but they were missing in action.

Eli and Rex each had an end of Noah’s desk. Slowly, they carried it out of the apartment and down to the truck.

Jack walked past with the headboard.

Leslie and Nicholas walked in, carrying a carriers of coffee.

"Who is that?” Nicholas leered, staring at Jack’s ass while the big man made his way down the stairs. “Did you see… that… butt?”

"That’s Eli’s brother, Jack."

"Damn, why didn’t you tell me he had a hot brother?"

"He’s straight."

"I could turn him."

Noah sighed. “Oh god. Thanks for showing up, by the way.” He looked at his wrist, miming checking the time on a watch.

Leslie pointed at Nicholas. “It’s his fault. Diva had to get her hair just right.”

"Well, everything’s almost loaded into the truck anyway."

Nicholas grinned. “Then we’re right on time.” He took a sip of his coffee.

Leslie pulled at the sleeve of Noah’s T-shirt. “Nice shirt, by the way.”

"Eli bought it for me."

"What? You’re kidding?"

"Just pick up some boxes, please."

* * * *

Once the truck was loaded, they headed over to Eli’s house. Between everyone, they unloaded the truck, piling everything in the garage. Noah would go through it later.

Right now everyone was relaxing, enjoying pizza and beer. Noah’s treat.

Jack took a swig of his beer and kicked back in his chair. “So, do you feel different now that you two are shacked up?”

Noah thought about it for a moment. He could honestly say he didn’t feel different. They spent more nights together than apart. He should be freaked out, but he wasn’t.

"Not really." Noah smiled.

Eli slung his arm around Noah’s shoulders. “I feel happy.”

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Rough Seas for Marshall

by Rob Colton


“You didn’t have to do that.”

Marshall Sprague was equally grateful, yet equally annoyed. It had been, what, fifteen years, since he’d seen Ronnie Spangler? And then he comes swooping in like a goddamned white knight to save him from that perverted weirdo Speedo-wearing stalker.

Marshall never should’ve agreed to do that auction anyway.

That damn Charlotte.

His best friend—make that former best friend—knew how vulnerable he was when she asked him to come on this cruise, where she worked on the events planning team. Then she used the excuse of needing additional volunteers for the bachelor auction. He’d been on the boat a hot minute when she practically shoved him into the middle of the ballroom floor to be auctioned off like some desperate piece of meat.

If he’d known it was all a setup to pair him off with her cousin, then he never would’ve set foot on this boat. Not after what Ronnie did.

“Sure I did, Marsh.” Ronnie shrugged.

Marshall looked at Ronnie. Really looked at him. He was different. Physically, the difference was night and day. He hadn’t recognized the man at first; it wasn’t until Charlotte spoke his name that he realized it was Ronnie Spangler.

Back in high school, Ronnie was a jock. He’d always been big and muscular. Now he’d hit his thirties, though, and time had caught up with him. His full head of brown hair was thinning on top, nearly gone at the crown. Ronnie was… fluffier around the middle, to put it nicely. His redneck lumberjack look seemed so out of place on a cruise ship, Marshall wondered if it was a costume for another of Charlotte’s stupid events.

The scraggly beard he always sported in high school had filled in at least, giving him a decidedly manly look. There. He’d found something nice to say.

Not that Marshall was all that to look at, though. After his mom died, he’d been stuck in that hell-hole small town. His boyfriend had long since bailed, leaving him with nothing but debt and anger. He then spent too much time drinking, and not enough time eating. He reached up to scratch his goatee, before he remembered shaving it off for his mom’s memorial.

But what really stuck out was the way Ronnie wouldn’t meet Marshall’s eyes.

He probably feels guilty for what he did.

God, Marshall needed a drink.

“You know, if you’re trying to make up for what you did back then, this” —Marshall waved his hand toward the auction floor— “this doesn’t cut it.”

“Cut me some slack, Marsh. I was eighteen, and scared. All I can say is I probably would’ve done things differently, knowing what I know now.”

“So was I!” Marshall had raised his voice. He immediately pulled back. “Whatever.”

If Marshall could’ve done things differently back then, he would have told his younger, dorky self the fastest way to chase off a man is to act needy and pathetic. Secondly, he would have told his younger self Ronnie Spangler was a motherfucking asshole.

“Whatever you think I did, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You told all your buddies you fucked the town fag, and you’re sorry!”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I never told anyone.”

“You’re a damn liar.”

“Christ, when did you get so fucking bitter?”

“When did you get so fucking fat?”

* * * *

Ronnie got up from the table and left the room. He needed some air.

First some fresh air. Then, to kill his cousin.

Gripping the railing, he clenched his jaw, holding in the scream building up. The gentle rocking of the ship should have calmed him, but it didn’t.

Contrary to what Marsh thought, he never told anyone about what happened. Why the hell would he?

It wasn’t like Ronnie had forced himself on Marshall. The boy wanted it. He begged for it. But goddamn, that was good. Most people talk about their first time being a disaster. His first time with Marsh had been amazing. He still thought about it to this day.

It was at one of his football buddies’ graduation parties. Marshall had come with Charlotte. He looked so damn nerdy, so damn cute. Marsh didn’t know how sexy he was, but Ronnie did. Ronnie always noticed, just like he noticed the way Marsh used to stare at him when he thought no one was looking.

When their eyes met that hot summer night, years of pent-up sexual tension exploded between them.

And now, not only was he still pissed, but he had a hard-on to go with it.

Just fucking great.

* * * *

“You are dead ass wrong.”

Charlotte stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Marshall.

Marshall balked. “I’m dead ass wrong? What about you? You manipulated me. You manipulated Ronnie. Did you think I was just going to swoon, say ‘My Hero!’ then jump into his arms and his bed?”

“Well, yeah.”

Marshall rolled his eyes. “You’re so gross.”

Charlotte sat down at the table. She leaned in and let out a soft sigh. “Look, I know how you guys felt about each other. Something happened between you two at that party. You had this look in your eyes. Not to mention you were definitely walking funny.”

“Again. Gross.”

“When he left, I saw how hurt you were.”

“How? You were gone, too. You left me behind.” A lump caught in Marshall’s throat. “Those guys… You don’t know what it was like, trapped there with them…” His voice trailed off. If he continued on, he’d break down, and he’d already shed more than enough tears.

“But you’re not there. You’re—”

“You’re right.” Marshall looked around, taking in all of the men around him. Men like him. Right now, he was away from that miserable hell of a town. Even for a few days, he had the chance to be himself. To change his life.

He wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

* * * *

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