Sunday, 22 January 2017

Unknown Future: Nuke Site and Pink World

It's been a tumultuous few days in world events. Donald Trump was sworn in as the 45th President of the United States, and in more interesting news, the world went pink for one day.

As usual, the cause of deep stress (the inauguration) provoked the usual brain freeze and I struggled to know what to write, either in fiction or in a blog. I put up a flag of defiance on Facebook, saying I'd sat on my hands for the two years that lead to this point, because #notmypresident and #notmycountry, but I was fucked if I was shutting up for the next four/eight years. This still stands.

I didn't watch the inauguration but unless I stuck my head in the sand, it was impossible to avoid. I'm going to leave you with one picture that sum up what I think the world has lost, and what it's getting.

That night my daughter turned her laptop round to show me what she'd been looking at. The nuclear blast site if London got hit. I'm gutted. My kid was checking to see if she'd die if Trump fucks up. The answer is yes, by the way. I spent my teenage years watching TV shows and movies on Armageddon. Now she's suffering the same fear I did. Do you know what that does to me as a mother?

Yesterday, however, I felt my first glimmer of hope in a long time. The world turned pink for a day. Across America and across the world, women donned their pussy hats and turned the world pink. Even Antarctica joined in, although they probably had more penguins than people. 

Women's March in DC
This is possibly one of my favourite pictures.

Antarctica joins in 

For a whole day, the world seemed shiny again. People, women and men, marched and cheered, and the sour notes on social media were outweighed by the sheer vibrancy of pink. I don't know how long it will last, but I needed that boost. I needed to know that people will stand up and support each other, while we face an unknown future. 

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

WIP: Alpha Barman audiobook

Email I enjoy getting.

I woke up to discover I have the first fifteen minutes of the Alpha Barman audiobook to listen to. Thank you, Greg Boudreaux!

There are exciting things about being an author and this is one of them!

**just listened to the audio and it rocks!

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Have you read Alpha Barman?

Cover art by Garrett Leigh
Alpha Barman is now up on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited

EDIT: I'm thinking about this since ARe ran away with my moneyInitially it's just going up on Kindle Unlimited for the ninety day period, then I'm going to put it out to other retailers.

It's a book about alpha men, but also understanding and forgiveness. Did I mention the alpha men?

Thank you very much to Lisa Worrall for editing it at very short notice. I really appreciate it. 💜💜💜

Blurb: Jake Tyler walked out of Covert Ops two years ago, a devastated, broken man after he discovered his sister brutally murdered by her husband, Riley. Since then he’s found a kind of peace running a rural bar. The last thing Jake Tyler expects is his former team to turn up with grim news. Jake’s ex-brother-in-law has escaped from prison and is heading Jake’s way. The team is here to protect Jake, whether he likes it or not – a decision reluctantly shared by their leader, Jake’s ex-lover Mitch Mitchelson.

Mitch is angry and hurting. The man he trusted – the man he adored more than anything – abandoned both his team and Mitch. Jake never gave Mitch a chance to help or come to terms with his desertion. Regardless of mission protocols, Mitch isn’t about to open his heart again to that kind of pain.

But the strong attraction between them can’t be denied. How are they ever going to work together when Mitch still resents Jake’s disappearance, and to Jake, the team represents everything that destroyed him in the first place? And meantime they wait for Riley to find them... and to settle the threat once and for all.


Jake shook his head. He didn’t want to think about Riley like that. He’d murdered his sister. That’s all he needed to remember. His beautiful, precious baby sister. “Even if he does come here I can take care of myself,” he said.

Mitch huffed impatiently, a sure sign he was still angry. “We’re not having this argument again, are we? Lukas told the unit to protect you and that’s what we’re doing.”

“Why you? Why this unit?” Jake’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Because he thinks you’re still one of us.” Mitch shrugged. “And so do they.” He made a stabbing gesture with his finger toward the door.

“And you?”

“You stopped being one of us the second you walked away,” Mitch said, the sneer still plastered to his face, but the hurt in his eyes told a different tale. You walked away from me.

At least Jake knew where he stood now. Mitch didn’t want anything to do with him. Jake bit back the disappointment in his gut as he stood. It was for the best. He was the one who’d left without a word. “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not running away. You want to catch the fucker. You do it here.”


“He’s not driving me out of my home.”

Mitch shook his head. “You’re not safe here. If we take you to a safe house until we catch him…. J.T., be reasonable.”

Jake got into Mitch’s space, relishing the anger and uncertainty he saw on his face. Oh yeah, he’d missed this; missed the sparks between them that had flown every day as they lived, loved, worked and fucked together. “I am staying here in my bar. End of. And it’s Jake.”

His expression dark and stormy, Mitch stared down at him, so close his muscled chest brushed Jake’s. Jake watched the tic jump under Mitch’s left eye, a sure sign he was angry. “You know the risks. Why are you being so damn stupid?”

“He stole everything from me,” Jake said. “He’s not having my bar, too.”

The tic jumped uncontrollably for a few seconds. “He didn’t steal me… us. You were the one who threw that away.”

Sale: Isle of Waves

It's the Isle of Waves weekend! I really should have put this up on Friday, but one day left for the Isle of Waves sale at 99 cents on Dreamspinner: Buylink here!

Blurb: Isle of Waves

The Isle Series: Book Three

Wig Tobias and Nibs Tyler have been together for a long while, but this year their love is about to be tested. Their business, the Blue Lagoon Restaurant on the Isle of Wight, is vandalized, and it may or may not be a coincidence that the neighbors want to buy them out. Making matters stickier, the police don’t seem interested in investigating until a friend of the couple, an out of town copper, prods them to take action.

Their friends, Paul and Olaf, Liam and Sam, and the whole Owens family come to help Wig and Nibs in their time of need. But Paul and Olaf may need a nudge from Wig and Nibs to keep their relationship alive. Meanwhile, a dear friend falls gravely ill. And if that’s not enough, Nibs has been hiding his own medical problems from Wig. When a gale strikes the Isle of Wight, the Blue Lagoon and its owners could be facing the end—unless they and their friends can unravel the knot of misfortune one hitch at a time.

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Valentine's Day WIP Contest

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Head over here for a Valentine's Day WIP for a chance to win a cash prize!

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Recommended Books

I asked my friends on Facebook to recommend some new books for me to read as I have an Amazon voucher in my grubby mitts thanks to my sister. The following three were among the suggestions for my next week's reading. I do love 1-click.

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Today's Dangerous Games

In what bizarro universe did it become okay to dox(x) people?

I wake up to see IDIOTS have tried to dox an author in the M/M genre. What the fuck?? I make no apologies for the language. Do you know how fucking dangerous it is to dox people? I don't care who they are. No one, but no one, deserves to be doxed. You don't dox people, especially vulnerable people, where it could affect their job, their housing and their relationships. You know, all the things we write and discuss. This is not just name-calling. This is deliberately trying to endanger people.

Over the past two years, I've watched people on social media, especially women, LGBT people and People of Colour, get doxed, swatted, have to move, living effectively in hiding, and need security at events because of threats. All for what? Some idiots have taken offence at something they said. No, I'm not going to mention their names, because I'M NOT THAT STUPID! Why would I want to blow a fucking dog whistle to give them more unwanted attention.

This isn't a game. It isn't funny. It's fucking stupid. Other people will probably give more in depth blogs on the subject. I haven't got the patience. I've said my piece. Yes, I'm livid. Don't be fucking dicks, but more to the point, don't be fucking criminal.

Added: I don't know if this is still active but help for people who have been doxed can be found here.