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Although this is technically a sequel to Inseparable, it can be read as a stand-alone novella or as a companion piece. The story centers around Joe and Adam, best friends and roommates, who met nearly twenty years ago as two lonely boys on the playground and have been inseparable ever since. Even though Joe long since gave up hoping that his crush on his straight BFF would amount to anything, Adam is still the most important person in his life. Theirs is a complex, co-dependant bromance—in fact, the longest relationship either has been able to sustain is with each other.
Although both are approaching thirty, with steady jobs, their insular relationship has meant that in some ways they’ve never grown up. Adam is emotionally immature and Joe has been coddled by his large Italian family. It’s only as Joe approaches that looming milestone and realizes he’s supposed to be an adult now that things start to fall apart for the two friends. When Adam is nearly killed in an accident, it forces both of them to re-examine their lives and what they want from each other. It turns out they’ve both been keeping secrets. But moving from friends to lovers isn’t as easy as it sounds, not when you’ve known someone for so long and convinced yourself you will never have the one thing you’ve always wanted�
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Nine weeks. That’s how long it had been since Adam kissed me on Christmas Eve and changed everything.
Nine and a half weeks, to be exact. Just like the movie—only without all the sex.
I blamed all the crazy events of the past few months on my biological clock. Okay, so it’s usually only women you hear complaining about that sort of thing, but in the past year, mine had kicked in and was ticking like a time bomb. The sad truth is, if I hadn’t been dwelling on my approaching thirtieth birthday and starting the family I’d always wanted—difficult to do as long as I was still pining for my straight best friend Adam and with no potential partner on the horizon—then I never would have made the decision to move out of the apartment we shared. And without that disastrous choice, Adam and I would never have fought for the first time in our lives, and Adam would never have been so upset that he stepped in front of that car. There would have been no agonizing wait in the hospital to find out if he would make it, no broken ribs, no concussion, and no temporary amnesia.
And Adam never would have kissed me. I didn’t know whether to be happy, sad, or terrified, so I settled for all of the above.
In a way it was like starting over. Not only for Adam, whose head injury meant he hadn’t remembered anything of his life at first, but for me as well. As Adam’s memories returned, and the sheer terror of seeing Adam’s limp and bloodied body sprawled on the pavement slowly receded from my mind, I understood we’d been given a second chance to explore what we’d both wanted but never had the courage to admit to each other.
I’d thought a lot about us in the days since Christmas. There was anger, sure, that he’d kept something so important secret for so long, but that was nothing compared to the giddy relief I experienced every time I looked at Adam. He’s alive, I’d think with a burst of joy, and that was all that mattered. The accident drove home the truth I had been hiding from most of my life: I couldn’t live without him.
But moving from the safe realm of friendship to something more was difficult too. After so many years of trying to deny my attraction, I still had a hard time reconciling Adam, the man I wanted in my bed, with Adam, the best friend and boy I grew up with. After nine weeks, I was still struggling to define our new relationship, so I found the comparison to Mickey Rourke’s masterpiece from the 80s ironic, since that movie was all about sex, and in the nine weeks I’d shared a bed with Adam, I’d had none.
Nine long, glorious, torturous, frustrating weeks�. Every night I slept beside Adam, listening to the sound of his breathing, waking up every few hours to make sure he was still there. Sometimes I simply watched him sleep. At first it hadn’t been so difficult keeping a hands-off policy. The man could barely walk without assistance—he certainly wasn’t up for anything more than some kissing and cuddling on the couch. I bought a small television and moved it into my room, and we spent the holidays lying in bed together watching movies. Except for the Adam-nearly-dying thing, it was the best Christmas I could remember.
I should have known it couldn’t last.

I’m happy to be part of DSP’s Advent Calendar again this year with a novella called Rebound. The calendar is now available for pre-order at a great price until the end of October. If you’re not aware of the Advent Calendar you should check it out—for a flat fee you get a story a day delivered to your inbox for the month of December. That's 31 short stories or novellas.
My novella will also be available to order individually on December 1. Rebound is the story of Emmett, who, burned by his long-time partner, is spending Christmas alone drowning his sorrows and swearing to never trust anyone again. But when a hunky (if somewhat naïve) younger man shows up looking for someone else, Emmett starts to see all the things he could have again if only he opens his heart up and takes another chance at love. Because there’s no excerpt up on the site yet, here is a short teaser:
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“You’re sush a dick.� Emmett Byrd cursed for what he figured had to be the billionth time since he arrived. He ignored the increasing slur in his words as he drained the last drops of wine from the bottle into his glass. Drinking from expensive crystal stemware made getting hammered far more civilized, he told himself as he toasted the life-size black-and-white art photo of Terry’s nude, well-defined body, which dominated an entire wall of the living room. His friend—scratch that, ex-friend—glanced coquettishly over his shoulder, eyes down, a hint of smile to his lips as if teasing the viewer; the light and shadow played off the muscles in his back and ass as he flexed, highlighting the tattoo at the base of his spine. The effect was visually arresting even if it was incredibly pretentious. The photographer was talented—Terry, not so much. “Sheriously. Could you be any more conceited?� Emmett muttered, his voice booming in Terry’s empty, sterile condo.
Emmett hated this place, hated the hard stained concrete floors, the stark white walls and uncomfortable chrome and leather furniture. Fashionable but empty. Just like Terry. It so wasn’t him. His practical nature had always preferred function over form and comfort over style, no matter how much Andy had tried to steer him in the other direction. It was a good thing too, since he was back on a modest single income again and style could be damned expensive.
Two weeks ago, in a moment of loneliness, he had agreed to keep a newly brokenhearted Terry company for the holidays. Since Emmett was well into the seventh month of his own suddenly solitary life, it had seemed the perfect solution—a chance to commiserate together—and, at the time, it had beaten a cold and snowy Christmas alone in Chicago; however, at the moment the only thing that had changed for Emmett was the scenery.
He had arrived in San Diego on Friday, ready to start the pity party Terry had promised him, only to find Terry packing his Louis Vuittons for a weeklong fuck fest in Palm Springs with his on-again, off-again boyfriend, Rick. Somehow during the course of Emmett’s four-and-a-half-hour flight from Chicago, Rick had gone from “off� to “on-again.� Emmett might have been happy for them, except for the fact that Terry and Rick’s volatile relationship hit the skids every other month, and Emmett was the primary recipient of Terry’s drunken texts. Now, the one time Emmett needed a shoulder of his own to cry on, his friend went AWOL. “But it’s different this time,� insisted Terry as he dropped his keys on the counter and ran out to Rick’s idling Beemer. Sure it was. Until the next time one or both of them got restless and decided to pick up a trick in a bar and the other got jealous. Emmett grimaced. Was there any man out there who wouldn’t disappoint him?
Finishing the last of his wine, Emmett flopped down onto the black leather Barcelona chair, forgetting too late that one did not flop onto furniture that cost more than his monthly rent payment. He winced as his butt hit the rock-hard cushion. Immediately, sweat began to collect along the backs of his thighs as his shorts rode up and his bare skin stuck to the leather. Great, just another perfect turd in the toilet bowl of his life.
So here he was now, two days before Christmas—his first in twelve years without Andy (the asshole)—alone in Terry’s Mission Beach town house instead of alone in Chicago, working his way through Terry’s ample wine fridge. On the upside, Terry had enough bottles to last until next week if he was careful, or the day after Christmas if he wasn’t. The latter scenario was looking more likely. And, unlike Emmett’s of late, Terry’s wine did not come in a box.
Half the problem was that it didn’t even feel like Christmas with the palm trees outside the window and the warm breeze blowing through the patio doors. It was hard to stay angry and depressed when the sun kept shining, and dammit, he wanted to stay angry and depressed. Emmett never thought he’d miss the cold and the snow, but right now he did. Almost as much as he missed Christmas shopping on Michigan Avenue with Andy—although to be fair, they hadn’t done that in years—or preparing for the big party they always hosted on Christmas Eve for Andy’s work friends. Even the sound of the ocean, discernible over the traffic, was nothing but an irritation to his irascible senses. He was assailed with an unexpected bout of homesickness that brought tears to his eyes. Oh, well, nothing another bottle of Terry’s finest wouldn’t cure, Emmett mused. He wondered if Terry had taken his stash of weed with him. Maybe he’d search for it later.
The doorbell rang just as Emmett detached himself from the leather chair with a loud ripping sound. He checked to make sure that he hadn’t left a pound of flesh behind and then had to clutch the backrest as the room spun. What a lightweight. He’d never really been able to hold his liquor, although he definitely made for a cheap drunk. Emmett shuffled to the door and peered through the spy hole, but his view was blocked by a field of blue-and-white plaid. With a grumble he yanked open the door and was nearly squashed when the big blond man leaning against it tumbled into the foyer. He had a quick thought that it wouldn’t have been so bad to be squashed beneath that hard plaid-covered chest. Even in his pleasantly inebriated state, Emmett felt a jolt of surprise; it had been a long time since he noticed things like that.


Check out some of the advanced reviews on When Adam Kissed Me:


They'll be combined on my main blog and live by this weekend.
And I'd love to read more about these two boys. I thought they were adorable!!
And I will totally check out the calendar. Thanks, Chris!

Even though I'm trying to concentrate on writing my debut novel right now, I'm pretty sure I'm not done with Joe and Adam (or Peter) just yet--even if it's just a quick freebie in the future. I have far too much material. Wait until you hear about the marriage proposal!!!! I tear up just thinking about it. :)

Woot!! Just what I wanted to hear...and Peter's not getting a Greek bride eh?? Oh dear, he will be upset...and so will his mum!!

You mustn't tease me like that. ;)

Thanks for the Rebound teaser too, a lovely Xmas treat. :))


An excerpt is available on my blog:

Apologies if you've already heard this, but I'm trying to spread the word. I've posted a free bonus chapter to my Christmas novella Rebound on my blog:
Here's hoping everyone has a safe and happy new year :)

You can also now find me on Facebook:


I need your help to pick my next writing project. I've put blurbs for my top 2 contenders on my blog. Stop by and vote for which one you think I should work on next.

I need your help to pick my next writing project. I've put blurbs for my top 2 contenders on my blog. Stop by and vote for which one you think I should work on next.
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I want both! lol

I need your help to pick my next writing project. I've put blurbs for my top 2 contenders on my blog. Stop by and vote for which one you think I should work on n..."
LOL. I'm sure both will happen eventually. Just need to prioritize. I have a hard time multi-tasking :)


Touch Me is available for pre-order on Amazon. This is my first foray into self-publishing and more erotic content, but I can still promise you a touching love story. Available in all Amazon stores worldwide.
I'm giving away 2 FREE copies over on my blog. Stop by to enter and read a longer excerpt from the novella.
Massage therapist Erik Morgan offers a very special after-hours service to a handful of select clients. From a young man anxious to explore his sexuality, to a stroke patient who fears he’ll never be a man again, Erik touches them all. But no one touches him. Not anymore.
Faced with a very personal tragedy, Erik loses himself in helping others. Until one brave client turns the tables and gets under his skin, and Erik finds himself touched in unexpected ways.


Great. I hope you enjoy it :)

Great. I hope you enjoy it :)"
I've never not enjoyed one of your stories!! :)


Rainbow Gold Reviews just gave my self-published erotic romance Touch Me 10 out of Ten pots of gold. Read the full review:
There's also a giveaway happening so check it out for your chance to win a copy.

In the meantime, my first self-published novella Touch Me: An Erotic Romance has been receiving some great reviews. Check them out :)
4.5/5 stars from Prism Book Alliance:
10/10 Pots of Gold from Rainbow Gold Reviews:
5/5 stars from Multitaskingmommas:

Are you happy?
It was a simple question. Should have been a simple answer. So why was it still rattling around in Peter’s head an hour after Adam had asked it? And why did his stomach squirm uncomfortably every time he thought about it? Of course he was happy. Wasn’t he?
He rinsed his hands under the bathroom faucet and risked a final glance in the mirror. The man staring back at him certainly didn’t look happy.
You’re a sad fucking case these days, Peter Georgiou. He struggled to recall a time when he hadn’t felt this weight on his chest, but if it had ever existed, it must have been long ago. Before he knew what expectations were. What happened to the boy who was going to get away and see the world? Be his own man?

Definitely counting on your valued opinion in a few months! :)

Definitely counting on your valued opinion in a few months! :)"
You can count on it Chris! :-)

I believe 'Inseparable' is shortly to follow.

Place any order in November and submit a request for a specially crafted short story featuring characters from my backlist (or that of any of the other authors participating). One request per order.

Place any order in ..."
Done. Adam and Joe for me, please and thank you. ^_^


Make sure to stop by these bloggers and enter my giveaway.
Parker Williams
Rainbow Gold Reviews
Elisa - My Reviews and Ramblings
The Hat Party
LeAnn’s Book Reviews
BFD Book Blog
Queer Town Abbey
Havan Fellows
Amanda C. Stone
Gaylist Book Reviews
Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
Love Bytes
Fallen Angel Reviews
Molly Lolly
Bayou Book Junkie
Inked Rainbow Reads
Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews
EE Montgomery
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents
MM Good Book Reviews
My Fiction Nook
Cate Ashwood
Wake Up Your Wild Side
Velvet Panic
Andrew Q. Gordon
Kristy's Brain Food

DSP also happens to be having a 20% off sale until the end of December (including pre-orders).
Parker Williams
Rainbow Gold Reviews
Elisa - My Reviews and Ramblings
The Hat Party
LeAnn’s Book Reviews
BFD Book Blog
Queer Town Abbey
Havan Fellows
Amanda C. Stone
Gaylist Book Reviews
Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
Love Bytes
Fallen Angel Reviews
Molly Lolly
Bayou Book Junkie
Inked Rainbow Reads
Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews
EE Montgomery
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents
MM Good Book Reviews
My Fiction Nook
Cate Ashwood
Wake Up Your Wild Side
Velvet Panic
Andrew Q. Gordon
Kristy's Brain Food

LOL. Love it! Thanks Bev. Happy New Year to you, too :)

Also coming soon, a short featuring Adam & Joe from 'Inseparable'




For the full list of participating blogs see:
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Nights Like These (other topics)
Rebound (other topics)
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The next few months promise to be exciting ones for me with not one, but two, novellas coming out from Dreamspinner. I don’t know exact dates yet, but first up in November is When Adam Kissed Me, my follow up to Inseparable. Then, in December, Rebound arrives as part of Dreamspinner’s seasonal Advent Calendar. More on both of these soon.
In the meantime, check out my blog () for all the latest. I’m not an avid blogger, but I try to update this at least once a month with topics related to writing, publishing and the occasional sneak peak of what I’m working on.
I’ll leave you with a bit of a teaser for When Adam Kissed Me.
Nine and a half weeks ago, Joe Massone got the surprise of his life when his straight best friend and secret crush, Adam, kissed him. At the time, Adam was recovering from an accident that left him with temporary amnesia and broken ribs, so Joe isn’t sure if he should take it seriously. Is Adam really gay? Or was the blow to his head to blame? Having secretly loved Adam since they were teenagers, Joe doesn’t want to get his hopes up and have his heart broken.
Despite that first kiss, Joe and Adam are still in limbo—now more than friends, but not quite lovers. Adam’s injuries have meant they can’t take their relationship to the next level, and for Joe, not much has changed from when they were just best friends and roommates. He starts to think neither of them is ready to take that final step.
Patience stretched to the limit, Adam makes plans to break the stalemate. But when Joe sabotages things by inviting their friends along, Adam is left to wonder if their new relationship is over before it’s even started. Before he gives up, though, he’s determined to prove to Joe he wants more than just a kiss.