For the Love of Chequered Shirts

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I don’t see myself as a romance author. I’m fully aware of writing romance. It isn’t that I sit down and write about to two people falling in love thinking I’m writing a thriller – I’m not that delusional…yet. But, if someone asks me what I write I usually say that I’m mostly writing speculative fiction, horror and weird and that my format of choice is flash fiction.

NortownTherefore it’s really funny that my most read stories are about lumberjacks who live in a fictive village in the middle of nowhere. Nortown is where they fall in love, most often with other lumberjacks.  And don’t get me wrong, I love writing these stories, but I do so with a giggle.

It all started during NaNoWriMo 2015. I wrote Once in a Snowstorm during the first half of November, cramming as many tropes and cliches into one single story as I possibly could. Debbie McGowan, my editor/publisher, then waved her magic wand, and in December Aiden and Tristan saw the light of day.

I never meant for it to be more than that. I didn’t have any plans of making it into series, but something about Nortown stayed with me, and not long after I started writing Once in a Forest.

Since Once in a Snowstorm, I’ve concentrated on a few tropes for each story instead of trying to get as many as possible in there, at least if we’re talking theme tropes. All those other about looks, top vs bottom etc are still there. But what we have so far is:

  • Once in a Snowstorm: A mishmash of every possible trope ever found, but with stranded (trapped in a snowstorm) being the main trope.
  • Once in a Forest: Out for You, Bottom for You.
  • Once in May: The Healing Power of Sperm.

And between them, we have Aiden and Tristan shorts, and they’re just about one thing really. The Empty Egg and Happy Endings are more about moans and groans than plot.

Tomorrow, it’s time for two new men to see the world. Chris, we’ve already met in the previous books, he is the guy standing by the checkout counter in Nortown’s only shop and then we have Gabe who was born simply to become the main character in Once in the Underworld. Gabe is in witness protection and is being hidden in Nortown. So to add tropes to the list:

  • Once in the Underworld: Fish out of Water, Beautiful all along (or ugly duckling or whatever you want to call it)

And of course, there’s a little short Aiden and Tristan following. Just Words is smut in the woods where only the birds will hear you moan LOL.

Both Once in the Underworld and Just words are up fro pre-order, though tomorrow they’ll be up for real. You find them here:

Once in the Underworld:

Just Words:


Release Day | The Maddest of Men

I’m trying something new today. Back in the spring, I wrote this little story about a man with an angelic face and beautiful red corkscrew curls who tortures people for a living.  He is the right-hand man to a drug lord in the futuristic city Carona and everything is going well for their organisation until Creed, a government employed retrieving agent, shows up. This is the story of The Maddest of Men, and the new thing is that it is in Kindle Unlimited.

I don’t have any books in KU prior to this one but I thought it time to broaden my horizons and see what it’s like there on the other side of the fence. If I’ll be staying or not we’ll see in the future, but for now, it’s only available on Amazon.

Read a short excerpt here.

Book Cover The Maddest of MenTo prove his loyalty to Cham, Grayham is willing to do anything, and he does. He helps Cham run his empire by finding out the truth by any possible means. It’s not as hard as it may seem, all he has to do is ask the right questions, and his internal polygraph will tell him if someone is lying or not. And when they lie—well he deals with that too. Life as an executioner can get quite lonely, not that Grayham plans on doing anything about it. It would kill him to have to off a lover.

Creed is a retrieving agent on a mission. He is to infiltrate one of Carona’s drug organisations to get to the inquisitor. Rumour states the man with the fiery red curls has supernatural powers; it also says anyone coming close to him disappears. Creed has no idea how he’s going to make it out alive or why his supervisor sent him in without backup. But, when an opening to work as a waiter at one of the drug lord’s parties presents itself Creed sets to work.

In a world where people compensate for the years of bombings and starvation with clinic bought physical perfection a man with crooked teeth and mismatching eyes stands out. Grayham notices the waiter watching him straight away. If he’s there to harm Cham, he’ll deal with it. Creed knows he must get his hands on the inquisitor so when he is invited to the man’s flat he agrees to come even though he knows it might be the last thing he’ll ever do.

Note: This story contains graphic violence, on page death of secondary character, and sex acts between male adults.


Buried Desires and Deadly Lies

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I’m a serial killer. I’ve lost count on how many characters I’ve offed, but it’s been a few, and the pile keeps growing it seems. It isn’t often you come across someone who encourages you to keep on killing but I have a person doing just that, the lovely Amy Spector is all for dead bodies. I actually suspect she has a collection in her crawlspace. But body collector or not, Amy has a beautiful mind and often comes up with great ideas. Last year, she suggested we’d do a horror double feature, and we did.

This year we decided to continue the stories. On the 27th of October, in other words in two days, Buried Desires #2 will be published. And since it’s Tuesday and some smart person has come up with the #TeaserTuesday hashtag I thought I’d share a little snippet from Deadly Lies (Deadly Sugar #2).


With small, soft sweeping movements, he managed to push away the dead wasps littering the ground underneath his hands. His fingertips connected with the uneven stone floor that rasped against his skin as he moved. If he could only find something.

He touched more dead wasps, dried-up bodies and paper-thin wings. Something pricked the pad of his finger, and he instinctively pulled away. He didn’t know if dead wasps could sting, if they had any venom left in them, but it didn’t stop it from being unpleasant. Steeling himself, he continued to feel around on the ground. Something. He needed something small.

Josh froze as a rustle came from the bunk above. The following silence had his hair stand on end.

“Hello?” He held his breath. He was alone; he knew he was. None of the bodies in there with him could move.

Josh yelped as something hit the back of his head. His trapped arms yanked him back when he tried to get away. Close to his ear, something moved only to come to rest against his scalp. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to convince himself those weren’t skeletal toes caught in his hair.

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