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Jun. 11th, 2012

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[sticky post] My Publications and where to find them

Nothing But Himself published with Less than Three Press. YA paranormal. Project Fierce charity Anthology, Everyone Deserves a Home

If Two of Them Are Dead published with Dreamspinner Press. Steampunk/mystery, m/m buy it here

Kept Tears published with Dreamspinner Press. Urban Fantasy, m/m set in Pittsburgh. find the ebook here

and the paper back here

Peace in the Valley part of Dreamspinners 2012 Advent calendar Peace in the Valley (m/m erotica, werewolf)

In the Hands of Gods in Dreamspinner Press’s anthology, A Brush of Wings ebook & paperback (historical m/m erotic, paranormal)

Crisis in Faith short story ebook (m/m erotic, urban fantasy)

Ghost of Jupiter in Dreamspinner Press’s anthology, Cross Bones ebook & paperback (m/m erotic, SF)

The Darkest Midnight in December novella ebook (m/m erotic, historical paranormal)

Mysterious Spirit short story ebook (m/m erotic, BDSM, fantasy) - Sorry OOP.

Snowbound in Dreamspinner Press’s anthology, Necking ebook & paperback (m/m erotic, historical paranormal, sequel to The Darkest Midnight in December) Sorry it's now OOP

Haunted in Dreamspinner Press’s anthology, Two Tickets to Paradise ebook & paperback (m/m erotic, urban fantasy)

A Brief Respite web-based
m/m erotic, historical paranormal, sequel to The Darkest Midnight in December and Snowbound, Freebie!)

Unquiet Ghosts in Circlet’s anthology, Like a Sacred Desire ebook
(f/m erotic, fantasy)

Feb. 13th, 2024

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Free Story - A Brief Respite

And for you, a free story from me! This was originally a freebie on DSP's site for Halloween It's from my series on 1930's demon hunters and is m/m/m. While it is a stand alone it can be considered a sequel to my novella The Darkest Midnight in December ( blurb and purchase info here) and my short story Snowbound in Dreamspinner's anthology Necking ( blurb and purchase info here)

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Ah, wish I had time right now to construct a website so this could be a PDF download for you all.

Dec. 17th, 2014

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What's Up Wednesdays

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It's been a few weeks but now that my nano write ins are over (they were Wednesdays) I hope to get back to this more regularly.

WHAT I'M READING I just finished reading High Maga, by Karin Rita Gastreich, another goodreads win. I'm enjoying this fantasy but hadn't realized it was a sequel so I feel like I'm missing huge chunks of it. And I finished Homeward Bounders by Diana Wynne Jones for classic YA lit to finish a reading bingo. I've just started it so it's too soon to say much.

I'm reading The Cruel Stars of the Night. I’m really trying SO hard to get into this Scandinavian mystery craze but man, every one I’ve tried has been dark, depressing and/or boring. So far this is two out of three.

I revamped chapter 2 for my vampires in Vegas novel Blood Red Roulette which was my goal for this. Okay it’s still on paper and I need to type it in but it was finals week and I had grades to deal with. It DID get done though.

I also made it through my other goal, to write a scene for the faux Vikings story. I’m not sure where this is going but I do have good ideas for it.

My goals for this week are to edit chapter three of the vampires’ story and to do my fanfiction gifts for the holidays. I don’t do fanfic as much as I used to but I DO like doing it for my friends for the holidays. I have a lot of drabbles to write.

WHAT WORKS FOR ME Knowing I have someone depending on me to finish a story for them. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. That helps me set reasonable goals and motivates me to finish things that might otherwise languish.

Nothing good, sadly. I just received news that both my lumbar spine and right hip are degenerating. That arthritis explains all the pain I’ve been in. Well, nothing to do for it but to get the MRI and see where we go from here. I’ve already had surgery to clean out two shoulders and a knee so it’s not like it’s new to me.

I did get the shaky shack decorated for the holidays but it was so sad I didn’t take pictures.

I did, however, have fun at the Steampunk Yule event. It was a lovely reprieve from the crap swirling around here. Here’s a pic from it.  photo steamyme_zps6009ea47.jpg

What’s Up Wednesdays is a blog hop hosted weekly by Jamie Morrow and Erin Funk to help authors network. You can find the rest of the WUW blog hop here

Dec. 15th, 2014

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100 things #88 Gutting your baby

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And totally random but Chuck Wendig is hosting a Year End favorites post over on Terrible Minds Here is mine:

1) Favorite novel of the year? Skin Game by Jim Butcher

2) Favorite non-fiction book of the year? The Killer of Little Shepherds by Douglas Starr

3) Favorite short story of the year? Broken Phoenix by Edmond Manning

4) Favorite movie of the year? Guardians of the Galaxy

5) Favorite TV show of the year? Gotham

6) Favorite song of the year? All of Me by John Legend (yes I know it’s from 2013, but I live in BFE and it didn’t start playing til this spring here)

7) Favorite album? The Circus At The End Of The World by Abney Park (ditto what I said for song)

8) Favorite video game? Criminal Case, yeah, it’s just a hidden object game on Facebook but I’m trying not to play games because I get too sucked into them.

9) Favorite app? Mlife, a slot machine simulator that lets you earn points towards things in Vegas owned by the Mlife group (the Mirage etc). Okay technically this is one I think I’d like. I have a dumb phone…

10) Favorite [something else] of the year? I’m going with favorite moment. Holding my very first published novel, Kept Tears, in my hands (couldn’t get the box from the publisher opened fast enough). A little self-centered? Yes, but it’s my favorites list so…

Dec. 10th, 2014

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What's Up Wednesdays

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It's been a few weeks but now that my nano write ins are over (they were wednesdays) I hope to get back to this more regularly.

WHAT I'M READING I just finished reading Veil of Life by Lyndie Swedersky and honestly it felt like they accidentally sent the first draft to the printer. All the possessives were written as plurals, all the plurals as possessives, you're for your and vice versa and the list goes on. I only finished it because I was given it in exchange for a review.

I'm reading High Maga, by Karin Rita Gastreich, another goodreads win. I'm enjoying this fantasy but hadn't realized it was a sequel so I feel like I'm missing huge chunks of it. I'm also reading Homeward Bounders by Dianne Wynn Jones for classic YA lit to finish a reading bingo. I've just started it so it's too soon to say much.

I'm also still reading Vinland Saga, Blue Exorcist and Attack on Titan. I'd recommend any of these manga. They're all very enjoyable.

Lots of big news here. I just found out that my next novel Soldiers of the Sun was purchased by Dreamspinner press and is tentatively slated for a late summer release. I'm so thrilled. It's in my 1930s demon hunter series set in Pittsburgh. I'm so happy that Caleb, Agni and Temple (and now Jo) get to ride again. You can see the novella in this series The Darkest Midnight in December here .

Kept Tears didn't win a Rainbow Award but it did make it to the finals which is amazing for a first novel if you ask me. I couldn't be more proud of it. It's also set in Pittsburgh and is an urban fantasy about a war vet suffering a traumatic amputation who's reentering the dating game and ends up with a fae prince.

I finished and 'won' Nanowrimo for my vampires in Vegas novel Blood Red Roulette. I am not finished by a long shot but I felt to continue on blindly would be a disservice to the story so I've stopped and I'm now reworking the beginning to make sure it's not off track. It started as a short story twenty years ago so it's in some sad shape in the beginning. I think that I know where it needs to go and once I edit through the beginning and firm it up I'll be able to finish this. I'm setting a goal of six months for this.

Also my Yule story is now out, The Light of Winter and you can find it here.

In the midst of nano, a new novel idea came to me. The characters are loosely based on early Renaissance Europe (but it's not earth) for climate and some cultural aspects so imagine settling down Vikings having to work with Romans to face a common enemy.

My goals for this week are to edit chapter two of the vampires’ story and finish another chapter in the new thing. I have so many things I need to be writing but let's try that for a weekly goal.

WHAT WORKS FOR ME Making time for my writing. Unfortunately it does have to be shoehorned in at times but I can't wait for 'the muse to strike' or some mystical convergence. It doesn't matter if I'm tired. Those are mere excuses and excuses are worthless in this case. Yes I'm tired. Yes I'm working on making final exams until midnight all this week but I can dedicate some time to write. I don't care if it's only a half hour. Those will be a few hundred words I wouldn't have otherwise.

Also writing while my students are taking the exams is working for me because that's 2 hours of free time in the middle of my work day. It's either write or stare at them for 2 hours. Writing makes us all happy. I get stuff done and they don't feel uncomfortable under my unwavering stare.

Nothing much. My life is nothing but making and grading exams. Oooo exciting. Well it does help the sadist in me but there is that masochistic side crying uncle when I see some of these tests. I'm pretty sure my cat could have scored higher.

Speaking of the cat, he's at his grandparents. I got to go home for Thanksgiving which is unusual and since I'll be back in less than 3 weeks I just left him there. He's having the time of his fuzzy life running on the staircases and pretty much doesn't seem to miss me much. Ungrateful furball.

While home I did get to see Newsies and I really enjoyed it. It's been eons since I've seen a Broadway touring production. Pittsburgh is at least good for that. I miss living there sometimes.

I’ve had other authors showcased on my blog in the last two weeks. You can find Charley Descoteaux and her holiday story, Toy Run, here and Anne Barwell and her historical novella, On the Wings of Song here. Check out their stuff.

What’s Up Wednesdays is a blog hop hosted weekly by Jamie Morrow and Erin Funk to help authors network. You can find the rest of the WUW blog hop here

Dec. 9th, 2014

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My week has been made!

In the middle of a brutal finals week, I just got the best news. I just signed a contract with Dreamspinner for Soldiers of the Sun. I'm so excited because this one I worried about like you can't believe. 1930's setting, urban fantasy and m/m/m to boot. Also it's more action/adventure than romance. Seriously. It also deals with some heavy topics, but hey I got to introduce a strong female character into the mix as well so that was fun.

It's slated to be due out next summer August/September. I'm scared at what the first round of edits will look like. I'll probably be under my desk gibbering to myself more than normal.

I'm SO glad that Caleb, Agni and Temple get to ride again. I ever so thoughtfully wrote these out of order chronologically. The first was Snowbound which was directly ahead of this novel (as in where this short story ended, the novel begins). So I desperately need to get that website going because Snowbound was in a now out of print anthology Necking and I'll want to have a downloadable version of it.

And the novel is the sequel to The Darkest Midnight in December a novella set in Old Economy Village outside of Pittsburgh in Ambridge. I had fun research this one. It was meant as an advent calendar short that missed by a country mile. It needed to be the novella it is and hey, it is a Christmas story of sorts if you want another holiday story to read. Temple had a different partner in this one, Fu Li and it's actually two gay couples and not the threesome Snowbound and Soldiers of the Sun are.

Here's the little 'blurb' I had for the cover letter.

Caleb Davies and Agni Pradesh are worried about their team mate and lover, Temple Chevalier. Not only has he lost his long-time partner, Fu Li, and nearly died fighting a demon himself, his new partner on their Soldiers of the Sun team is a young woman, Guiseppina “Jo” Allegri. Jo happens to be General Taglioferro’s niece, and their boss looks to them to make sure she’s treated like any other soldier. That is a minor worry to Caleb and Agni, who are far more concerned that their three-way relationship with Temple exists less because he loves them and more because he’s hiding from the pain of Li’s loss.

1932 shapes up to be a terrible year for the soldiers as they welcome the new year fighting demons and then ended up investigating a case with international roots. Those roots bring Temple’s family to the States, and, having the Knights Templar throwing in their support would normally be a good thing. However, Temple has been estranged from his family, proud Knights one and all, for years, and all that pain piles onto what he’s already suffering. Worse, the case leads right to Astaroth, a Prince of Hell, who might just prove to be an unbeatable foe.

So very excited.

Happy Yule to ME!

Dec. 8th, 2014

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Guest Blogger - Charley Descoteaux

Hi everyone. Give Charley a big welcome. She's here to talk about her story in Dreamspinner's Advent calendar!

Things you won’t learn about Ian by reading “Toy Run”

Thanks, Jana, for having me, and Happy Holidays!

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I’m visiting some of my wonderful friends to talk about my holiday story “Toy Run” and give away some goodies!

“Toy Run” was my contribution to the 2013 Dreamspinner Press Advent Calendar, Heartwarming. “Heartwarming” isn’t always easy for me—my stories usually veer off into darker, more angsty territory fairly quickly. That’s why I kept “Toy Run” short. The only problem with short stories is they don’t have a lot of room for backstory. Here’s a little taste of Ian Bowen’s backstory.

But first, a little about the giveaway! The Rafflecopter will be open through December 19th, and it’s packed with prizes—two gift cards, a hand-knit wool hat, and, of course, books!

1. When Ian was three, his mother dropped him off with her father and didn’t come back for him. He never met either of his parents.
2. Ian never felt he missed out on anything because he was raised by his grandfather. He does wish he would’ve come out to him before he died.
3. Ian’s grandfather was a Vietnam veteran and diesel mechanic. He rode his Harley with a fairly large group on a regular basis, but none of them were affiliated (no Sons of Anarchy-type drama for those guys ).

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“Toy Run,” by Charley Descoteaux
Former physical therapist and reluctant loner Ian Bowen has spent the three years since his grandfather’s death searching for a man to inspire him to park his Harley for a while—without much hope of finding him. On a whim, he shows up for a Toy Run and meets Ed Gonzalez, another loner with a pile of toys lashed to his bike. A few beers at the end-of-the-run party turn into an invite to Ed’s for homebrew. But instead of a night of fun, the unseasonable cold renders Ed immobile with pain. When he tells Ian he just needs meds, Ian does one of the things he does best—he massages Ed’s pain away, allowing him a rare restful night’s sleep and creating intimacy neither wants to lose. Ian thinks two men have to follow certain rules to be together, but Ed’s prepared to show him how wrong he is.
IT WAS a terrible idea, riding north. For the same five hundred miles I could be in Vegas or San Diego—but terrible ideas were sort of my specialty. Besides, if it all went to hell, I’d just keep moving. Another specialty.

I backed up to the curb, killed the engine, and sat leaning against my pack. Hours early, again. It’s not easy to arrive fashionably late when you have nowhere else to be. I flipped the helmet visor up, and glare from the fog and mist made me want to flip it back down. It was dark when I left Ashland two hundred and fifty miles ago. I missed full dark, but by then the only dark to be found was somewhere over the Pacific. As it was, I could almost see the reflection of the floodlight bouncing off my helmet. Being black didn’t help that thing. Being wet probably didn’t either, but that was what I got for riding into Oregon in December.

A growl in my stomach kicked the rest of me into gear. A moment later my two-ton helmet sat where my ass had been, and I headed toward the truck-stop diner, leathers creaking like my knees would be by the end of the day if it didn’t warm up. Birds know what they’re doing, flying south for the winter.

Every head turned when the bells hanging on the front door slapped against the glass. The smell of toast and coffee and the warm air were welcoming enough. They watched me every step of the way, the redheaded stepchild coming in after curfew. They were half right.

I nodded to the man sitting beside the only empty stool at the counter and shrugged my jacket off before easing onto it. The stool on the end—things were looking up already. He nodded back and extended his hand.

“Ed Gonzalez.”

We shook.

“Ian Bowen.”

I grabbed a menu from the holder in front of me, but my stomach had gone from rumbling to shivering. In the space of one handshake, eating became less important than getting out from under his gaze. It usually took a lot more than a pair of dark eyes for me to give up my full name, but those weren’t just any eyes. So brown they were almost black, and full of the promise of rough sex.

Or an ass kicking. Hard to tell. Knowing things like that was not a specialty of mine.

Buy Toy Run: here

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Where and When:
Nov. 29: Tempeste O’Riley
Dec. 1: Grace R. Duncan
Dec. 8: Jana Denardo
Dec. 10: Kim Fielding
Dec. 11: Amber Kell
Dec. 16: Anne Barwell
Dec. 18: Skylar Cates

Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived droughts, earthquakes, floods, and over a decade living in an area affectionately known (in her strange little world) as Portland’s middle finger, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

Rattle Charley's cages—she'd love to hear from you!
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Dec. 4th, 2014

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Things that touch you.

I met pickamix through gsd_rtfn and Buffy the Vampire Slayer fandom. She passed away from a chronic and terrible illness last night. I am very sorry to see her gone. She was very supportive of my writing.

However, what I didn't know was that while she had bought Kept Tears, my urban fantasy novel, she had been too ill to read it. Her friend and neighbor took time from her grieving to let me know that she had read it to pickamix and they had finished it last night. It hurt her too much to say more than they loved it.

I'm touched beyond words to have her take the time in her dark time to tell me that.

I am grateful and I am sad.
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Guest Blogger - Anne Barwell

Say hello to Anne, everyone. She's dropping by with the cover reveal for her next novella and it's a lovely one at that.


Thank you for hosting my cover reveal for On Wings of Song 

TL Bland has done a great job in capturing the story and essence of On Wings of Song. It’s not only a great cover, but fits perfectly as part my growing collecting of covers I have framed on my wall.

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You can see more of TL Bland’s work at her website

Buy link: Find it here


Six years after meeting British soldier Aiden Foster during the Christmas Truce of 1914, Jochen Weber still finds himself thinking about Aiden, their shared conversation about literature, and Aiden’s beautiful singing voice. A visit to London gives Jochen the opportunity to search for Aiden, but he’s shocked at what he finds.

The uniform button Jochen gave him is the only thing Aiden has left of the past he’s lost. The war and its aftermath ripped everything away from him, including his family and his music. When Jochen reappears in his life, Aiden enjoys their growing friendship but knows he has nothing to offer. Not anymore.


“I’ve seen it,” Aiden said quietly. “I wish to God I hadn’t.” He looked directly at Jochen. Jochen met Aiden’s gaze. He’d seen an echo of Conrad’s fire in Aiden when he’d talked about his music earlier that afternoon.

“Don’t die on the wire, Aiden.”

“I’ll try not to.” Aiden’s words were an empty promise. They both knew it, but what else was he going to say?

The red-haired man Aiden had spoken to about arranging the burials walked over to him. He too held a shovel, and he wiped perspiration from his brow despite the cold. “There’s going to be a combined service for the dead,” he told them. “In about ten minutes in no man’s land in front of the French trenches.”

As they made their way over, men were already beginning to gather, soldiers from opposite sides sitting together, conversation dwindling to a respectful silence. A British chaplain stood in front of them, a Bible in his hand, a German beside him. Jochen recognized him, although he didn’t know his name. The young man was only a few years older than Jochen and was studying for the ministry—would he ever get the chance to complete those studies?

Jochen and Aiden found somewhere to sit a few rows back from the front and joined the company of men. The German spoke first. “Vater unser, der du bist im Himmel. Geheiligt werde dein Name.”

The British chaplain repeated the words in English. “Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy Name.”

They then spoke a few words each, some from the Bible, the rest from their hearts. Their congregation was silent apart from a few quiet “amens.” Jochen saw a couple of men wipe tears away. He was close to it himself.

Finally the chaplain bowed his head in prayer. When he’d finished, he spoke quietly to the man who had come to stand next to him. It was Captain Williams. He nodded and looked over the crowd, his gaze fixing on Aiden.

Aiden must have guessed what Williams wanted. He inclined his head in response and then stood. Jochen glanced between the two men, confused. What did Williams expect Aiden to do?

“Aiden?” Jochen asked softly.

Aiden smiled at him and began to sing. “O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining….” He lifted his head, his voice strong and clear, each note building on the last to create something truly beautiful, something angelic. Aiden’s eyes shone; his body swayed slightly in time with the music. He was the music.

His audience sat in awe. Jochen could feel the emotion rippling through the men around him, tangible, as though he could reach out and touch it. He felt something inside himself reach out, wanting to be a part of it, to be carried along the wave of pure music, to grab it and never let go.


Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her home with two cats who are convinced that the house is run to suit them; this is an ongoing "discussion," and to date it appears as though the cats may be winning.

In 2008 she completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra.

She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as "too many." These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of "spare time" is really just a myth.

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Nov. 28th, 2014

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Black Friday Sales

Books make fantastic gifts. They make great breaks from the holiday stress for you. And I have plenty for sale for the Black Friday weekend.

Check it out. My entire back list at Dreamspinner Press is on sale. This includes ebooks, paperbacks, and novellas. You can navigate from my link to check out all of DSP's great authors. Check it out here

And the Project Fierce: Everyone Deserves a Home anthology by Less Than Three press is also on sale. You get a great anthology and get to help LGBT kids in need. It's win win. Find it here

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