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Stranded: A Wayward Ink Anthology

I’m lucky to have a short story included in the Stranded anthology from Wayward Ink Publishing.

My contribution is a steamy short titled “The Buckle”.

Fans of my Wednesday Briefs story “Noah’s New Plan” may recognize the title. It’s the name of the bar where Eli works as a bouncer at night. You may also remember that Eli’s friend Rex owns the Buckle…

Stranded will be available in ebook and paperback on October 10, 2014. You can pre-order now at WIP’s website.

The Buckle

After working his restaurant all day, Rex spends his nights running The Buckle, a rough and seedy gay bar. So caught up in his work, it’s his friend who finally points out the cute little man that’s been following him with his eyes the entire night. Hayden loves big guys like Rex—and when he gets ditched by his friends, it’s Rex to the rescue with an offer to use the phone in his private office. Only the telephone isn’t the only offer that’s on the table…

Available in eBook and Paperback

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Upcoming Events: Stranded

This Saturday, Wayward Ink Publishing is hosting a cover reveal party for the upcoming anthology of short stories, Stranded.

I’m honored to have a short story included in Stranded. My story is titled “The Buckle”. Readers of Noah’s New Plan may recognize the significance of the title. This sexy short takes place at Eli’s night job.

More details are coming soon…

The event will be hosted on Facebook. Various authors will be around throughout the day to answer questions and chat. I’ll be there from 4:30 PM to 5:30 PM Eastern time.

Here is a link to the event:

And speaking of Facebook, tonight I passed the 500 fans mark!

To celebrate, I’m going to host a contest on my Facebook page. Look for more information in the next couple of days.

Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 36

The final chapter of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan, is now available.

The complete story is now available at my GA page. An ebook version is in the works and should be available soon.

I hope you all enjoyed the story. I already have an idea for my next Wednesday Briefs story, but I’m going to take a short break to finish up some stuff I have in progress.

Be sure to check out the free fiction from my fellow Briefs bloggers, available at


When he heard the front door open and close, Eli pocketed his phone and met Noah in the living room.

Thank God.

He’d spent the last two hours checking his phone continuously, waiting for a text or call from Noah. He expected Noah to be agitated when he walked in; he usually was after an encounter with his ex. That fucking scumbag.

But Noah appeared to be quite calm.

"Everything okay?"

Noah nodded.

Knowing how much he craved physical contact, Eli took his man into his arms and pulled him in tight. With a soft sigh, Noah melted into Eli’s chest. They stayed that way for a few silent moments, basking in the warmth of the embrace.

Eli pressed his nose and mouth to the top of Noah’s head. “You wanna talk about what happened?”

"Not much to say…" Noah shrugged as he stepped back to look Eli in the eye. "He offered me a percentage of the sale, though."

Eli pumped his fist. “Yes. We can do that bathroom remodel now.”

Noah laughed. “I didn’t take it, you goof. I told him I didn’t want it. I didn’t need it.”

"Seriously, good for you. You don’t need him holding that over your head."

"That’s exactly what I thought."

"You know he would."

"I think he finally gets it.”

"Gets what?"

"That I’ve moved on."

Eli couldn’t have possibly helped the grin that spread across his face.

Noah continued, twirling his fingers through the curls of hair peeking out of the collar of his t-shirt. “That I’m with you. I don’t need Derek or his money. I have everything I need right here.”

Like the grin he couldn’t help, his cock involuntarily began to thicken.

"Say that again, baby."

"I’m with you. You’re all I need."

Eli yanked Noah close and kissed the hell out of him. Just as he began to grind his hips into Noah, Noah pushed back and ended the kiss.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you. Derek dumped Reagan."

"Yeah, that’s nice," Eli muttered dismissively before going in for another kiss.

"I thought we were going out for dinner."


* * * *

Noah flipped open his notebook. They were having Eli’s parents over for dinner this weekend and Noah was still working on his plan for the perfect meal. He tapped his pen on his lip, and had an epiphany.

He finished up his grocery list, then re-read it one last time, making sure he hadn’t missed anything.

As he was about to close the notebook, the pages flipped to an earlier list. Two words slapped him in the face:


Noah smiled.

Little did he know when he started his new plan that Leslie’s words would set him down this path. After his breakup with Derek, the last thing he expected was to meet someone new. Someone who he’d settle down with to begin a new chapter of his life.

Eli was persistent though. And Noah was grateful. In the process, he’d learned a lot about himself. He didn’t need a man to define him, or to take care of him. Not a man who completed him, but a man who complemented him.

And that man was Eli Holmes.

"Well, we took care of that tonight.” He crossed the words out with his pen.

Eli shuffled out of the bedroom. Stifling a yawn, he rubbed at sleep in his eyes. “You coming back to bed, baby?”

"Yeah." Noah closed his notebook. He stood and turned to face his man. "I love you, Eli."

"I love you, too, Noah."

* * * *


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.

Do you have any questions for Peri? Leave a comment below!

Thanks for reading!

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!

Remember to checkout for more free fiction from my fellow Wednesday Briefs flashers! 


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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