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Thursday, February 15, 2018

A Few Good Fish

I just wanted to say...

A. The title of the third Fish Book will be A Few Good Fish

B. The book is done. (Okay, I'm adding a prologue tomorrow, but for argument's sake I could just send it in now and say it will all come out in editing.) This is important because I MADE MY DEADLINE. *cheers*

C. I also posted ALL THE THINGS to Florida. There were more things than I thought. Dammit, I always overswag.

D. Tomorrow night I'm going out with my sweetie, Saturday night I'm packing, and Sunday night I'll be in the air, so you probably won't see this space until Monday.

E. Everybody have a good weekend. I'm gonna go to bed on time.


Tuesday, February 13, 2018

The mani-pedi-waffle-debacle

I have to admit--I'm a little unfocused. I get this way before every convention, especially when there's swag and traveling involved.  Planning an itinerary, stuff to ship, a schedule--my brain becomes the mother of all train wrecks, and I've done it enough times on the blog for you guys to know it's for real.

But I'm not the only one who has the mental train wreck.

Chicken has them occasionally too.

So the following is the great mani-pedi-waffle debacle of the spring of 2018:

We are driving to the mani-pedi place for a drop in--they're often busy, so we figure we have enough time to make an appointment for later if they can't take us now.

On the way there:

Chicken: Oh crap. I was going to do my laundry!

Me: You can do it when we're done here.

Chicken: But I left it at my apartment.

Me: Okay--I'll swing by and you can get it on the way home.

Chicken: Deal.

The place could take us in an hour and a half. Great! Time to get her laundry, bring it back to my house, start it, and then go get nails done. We were PRODUCTIVE!

Halfway to the apartment Chicken goes, "Oh shit."

Me: What?

Chicken: I left my keys at your house!

Me: ...

Chicken: I'm so sorry.

Me: ...

Chicken: What should we do now?

Me: ...

See--trainwreck. I was without plan. I was without words even. After almost going straight when I should have turned left to get to her apartment, I shoved myself into the left hand turn lane and tried hard to think.

Chicken: Where are we going?

Me: We're gonna get a waffle.

Chicken: .... ?

Me: The waffle place. Volkswaffle. It's right here. I'll get us some waffles. We can plan.

Chicken:  Yeah. Sure.

The guys at Volkswaffle loves to talk but he's really the most boring man on the planet. I mean, I LOVE him-- he's sweet, he loves his job, loves his business, and that's really awesome but he was talking and my brain slowly began to turn wheels.  By the time we had our waffles (A cinnamon purist, no whipped cream, thank you) I knew where I was going.

Chicken: OKay-- that's good. I can deal with that. That's a plan.

Me: So, uh, does this mean anything is possible with waffles?

Chicken: Sure. We'll roll with that. As long as I get my toes done, it's all good with waffles.

We got our mani-pedis, so now I can get on the airplane with the confidence of having cute toes, and Chicken looks spiffy too--but neither of us can focus for shit.

I'm hoping it'll be better when I get home--but she's in charge of the kids for a full day before that, so here's hoping we both recover, yeah?

Monday, February 12, 2018

Kermit Flail February, Cover Reveal, and Update on Things to Come


 sorry I was late on the Kermit Flail, but I think it's totally worth it. I hope you all don't mind--I'm foregoing the little Kermit Flail bit on YouTube so the first cover on the flail can get all the visibility when its posted online--just an experiment, right?

Anyway-- I've got plenty of good news--Bobby Green is out, I've got a cover reveal if you scroll all the way down, and hey, most of the stops on the blog tour are posted!  But I also have some really awesome people on the Flail this month--and since last month was sort of a big mess (so big that it spilled into this month, actually) I was just so excited to connect with some awesome people for this post!

First of all we have the very lovely and always entertaining E.J. Russell-- I adored her series about the fey and this looks just as fun (and a little creepy which is always wonderful) and I'm so glad to have her back on my blog!

Our second offer is het--but a very special writer!  My introduction to online life was the amazon forums--and sometimes they were horrible pits of toxic despair... and sometimes they were wonderful. One of my favorite forums was "KTT"-- Kill That Thread. The purpose was to talk about nothing at all until we hit 10000 post and had to start again. I think I jumped on board KTT6 or so, and got caught up in other online pursuits around 11!  But I met some wonderful people there--my darling and beloved Grammy was one of them, and so was Samaya Young. 

Most of us on KTT were writers--independent writers--and we shared information about our experiences and what worked and what didn't and how to fix our writing so it worked better. We read each other's arcs and hoped a whole lot for the bunch of us.  To have Samaya send me her book info from an Entangled Publishing release is something of a triumph--I'm so very glad to host her here with Girl in the Mist.

And my third offering is from an old friend--and a very good one. Elisabeth Staab was one of my first roommates. You know, "Hey, you're going to a con, do you want to room with my friend here, it's cheaper, you might not kill each other, what do you think?" Well, I thought it was awesome--and we have roomed together on several occasions after that. We exchange funny texts and knitting advice (including the ever unhelpful, "Hey! Michael's has a sale!") and generally whenever I see her name on my phone I light up! She has taken to writing New Adult and this next one looks... mmm... the cop and the bad boy, and I love them. 

So let's hear it for old and new friends, and good books and sharing them!!!!  I know we're missing Kermit a little, but I still think we've got a lot to flail!


The Artist’s Touch
by E.J. Russell
(Art Medium #1)

Two men haunted by more than the past.

Painter Stefan Cobbe was homeless and debt-ridden after the death of his wealthy partner, but the worst loss of all was his artistic inspiration. After two years of nothing, he’s offered patronage by an eccentric gallery owner and starts to produce again, canvas after canvas. The only problem? He can’t remember painting any of them—not one single brushstroke.
Luke Morganstern’s reputation as an art-fraud investigator is in tatters. He can’t afford to turn down any job, even a lousy one for an anonymous client who sends him after an unidentified forger in a remote cabin in Oregon. When the alleged forger turns out to be Stefan, the man he never stopped loving, Luke’s professional ethics are stretched beyond the breaking point.
As the two men take tentative steps toward reconciliation, evidence begins to mount that they’re not alone in the woods. Someone—or something—is watching. Something with sinister plans for them both. To escape, Luke must overcome his suspicions and Stefan must trust Luke with his deepest fears. Otherwise they could forfeit their relationship, their sanity—and their lives.
Publisher’s note: This is a heavily revised and significantly expanded reprint of Northern Light.

Girl in the Mist

by S.T. Young

Infamous for infiltration and becoming her undercover identities, Nina Hernandez disappeared without a trace. Three years later, Naval Intelligence agent Rory O’Donnell finds her in a tortuous mental hospital. He's unsure if it's really Nina, or if she's undercover and faking it. Either way, he's pretty sure something sinister is going on...

Rory springs Nina, and together they elude their determined pursuers. He needs to get her to safety...all while keeping his hands off the beautiful, mysterious youngwoman. As he works to convince her to trust him and share her darkest secrets, he wonders if he can trust her not to betray his...

Between her mercurial changes, sexy come-ons, and her exasperating independence, a protection assignment has never been so hard. On a dangerous trek across the country as they tumble from one danger into the next, Rory finds that resisting Nina might just be his toughest task yet.

Don't know which links you want so I did a few of the mains, and a link to Goodreads, you can just pick and choose the ones you find most suited.

Don't Let Go

by Elisabeth Staab

Left behind by everyone he’s ever loved, Alonzo Grover lives as if there’s no future. The discovery of a letter from his deceased boyfriend breaks him out of his rut and spurs him to right an old wrong, but the local stick-in-the-mud sheriff’s lieutenant seems determined to ruin all his plans.

Lieutenant Sebastian Haas despises tangling with his small town’s most promiscuous party kid. Alonzo’s youth and recklessness drive him crazy in more ways than one… As does the uncomfortable secret they share. But when Haas’s estranged family arrives in town to throw a wedding he wants no part of, he ends up jumping into Alonzo’s car to avoid everyone.
Together, they wind up on an unexpected road trip. When they hit one setback after another, it looks like they might kill each other before they make it back home. Unless they find something better to do than fight. 

Bobby Green

by Amy Lane 

Vern Roberts couldn’t wait to turn eighteen and get the hell out of Dogpatch, California. But city living is expensive, and he’s damned desperate when Dex from Johnnies spots him bussing tables.

As “Bobby,” he’s a natural at gay porn. Soon he’s surrounded by hot guys and sex for the taking, but it’s not just his girlfriend back in Dogpatch—or her blackmailing brother—that keeps him from taking it. It’s the sweet guy who held the lights for his first solo scene, who showed him decency, kindness, and a smile.

Reg Williams likes to think he’s too stupid to realize what a shitty hand life dealt him, but Bobby knows better. What Reg lacks in family, opportunity, education, and money, he makes up for in heart. One fumbling step at a time, they connect, not just in their hearts but in their bodies, where sex that’s not on camera, casual, or meaningless, becomes the most important thing in the world.

But Reg is hampered by an inescapable family burden, and he and Bobby will never fly unless he can find a way to manage it. Can he break the painful link to his unrealized childhood and grow into the love Bobby wants to give?

Bobby Green Book Tour


SO-- Crocus is coming out in April in Mass Market paperback, and that's pretty cool! But Bonfires, the first book in the series is coming out in MMP as well--and that's ALSO really cool. To celebrate, DSP didn't just give me a cover for Crocus, they went back and retooled the cover for Bonfires, so they'd match. Now, on the one hand, I sort of loved the idea of the the title being written in embers, like it was on the first cover. 

But on the other hand, they're just so damned pretty, and they match, and DID I MENTION THE PRETTY? That I don't care.

So here you go-- the new covers to celebrate the release of Crocus in April. So watch this space, hey?

Hiding the Moon, Part 11

I am actually finishing up  Fish Out of Water 3 (Road Fish) and I'm doing Avengers Swag Assemble too. (AKA, Amy's little sweatshop.)  So, pretty busy weekend for a woman who didn't go anywhere--but Burton and Ernie are about in the place where I'm wrapping them up and dropping them off at the beginning of Fish. Then I'm writing the whole novella and releasing it right after Fish in the fall.

So that's actually sort of cool.

But in the meantime, let's see what they're up to now...

Hiding the Moon, Part 11

Burton cleaned up the last of the Chinese food at around two in the morning. Ernie helped him--well, helped by licking some of it off his chest--and then they ended up in bed again, and this time when Burton fell back against the rumpled sheets, he felt well and truly done.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked himself out like that--but he obviously had been missing something in the meantime.

"What are you thinking?" Ernie asked, snuggling in against his chest. "I'm thinking I wish I'd charged my phone--I need to read something right now. It's reading time, if I'm not out at the club, you know?"

"Mmm..." Burton's phone had a reading app. "What do you like?"

Ernie's chuckle was so wicked. "Action adventure and spy stuff."

Burton pulled it up for him and paused, phone in mid air.

"You want the rest of my story," Ernie said softly.

"Please. I need to know what I'm dealing with here."

Ernie chuffed out air. "Whatever I was supposed to be doing, I failed. I mean, you'd think a ranking officer would understand, right?"

"What didn't they get?"

"That good and bad are subjective!"

Burton blinked. "That's pretty fucking obvious, actually."

"Right? But they would ask me to talk to a guy and tell them if he was good or bad. I asked them what sort of criteria they wanted--because I'm not a moron! And they said, 'Just good or bad, son.'  So, well, I'd tell them. Exec;t... I guess I thought 'good' was someone who wouldn't kill without cause."

Burton took a quick breath. "That's my general definition too. Someone who's not cruel. Someone who's kind to all people not just special friends." He didn't mention racism--he didn't have to, he figured, because Ernie patted his chest unhappily, like he was apologizing for something.

Hell, wasn't Ernie's fault.

And this other thing didn't seem to be either.

"That's what I thought," Ernie said, voice dropping. "But they wanted someone who would... you know. Follow rules. Regardless. So, like..."

Burton's heart turned cold and pumped ice through all his veins. "So like, someone who would look at a picture of a clueless club kid who fed every stray cat in town and take him out without asking why."

Ernie shrugged. "And I could have told them that--but they kept saying they wanted someone who could be molded into the perfect soldier. Eventually, every man I shook hands with gave me a sweat-screaming, wet the bed nightmare. One day they just... just took me to Albuquerque. I have no idea even why that city, although it wasn't so bad, really."

"Maybe they thought the same thing you would," Burton said thoughtfully. "Maybe they thought it would be a place where not too many voices were in your head."

"Well they were fuckin' wrong," Ernie said unhappily. "They gave me money for my education, a year's worth of cash in the bank and an honorable discharge. I... I have no idea what happened next, but... but I'm telling you, some of the men I had to assess..." He shuddered.

"Any names stick out?" Burton had seen a lot of good men in the military. But he'd seen the few bad apples, too. The ones who came to the states and beat up their wives and made the news with a lot of blood on their hands. They weren't his job--weren't his business--but sometimes he really wished they were.

"This one guy..." Ernie sighed. "Had red hair and this ugly knife scar across his face--"

Burton sucked in his breath. "Galway," he muttered.

"Yeah. Him. Anyway--he liked hurting people. And when I told my CO that, he promoted the guy. Another guy named Owens who... God, the inside of his head was like a dirty toilet. And a bunch more."

Oh hell.

"Ernie," Burton said, his voice dropping to a dangerous quiet.


"I'm going to call some friends in the morning. Some people who will take you in, and not ask questions, and be kind to you. But I need you to do me a favor."

"Why can't I stay with you?"

Burton remembered Jason's warning that he was on his own. "Because I"m about to find out how to join this unit. You wouldn't happen to remember your CO's name, would you?"

"Commander Karl Lacey," Ernie said promptly. "But you're... what? What branch are you?"

"Multi jurisdictional covert operations." Burton kept his voice bland, and Ernie rolled his eyes.

"Black ops. I'm not stupid."

"You are if you mention me to anybody but my friends in So-Cal."

Ernie sighed. "You're going to... what? Infiltrate the enemy? Can you do that?"

Burton shrugged, feeling sleep pull at him. "It's my job," he said, yawning.

"Here. Give me your phone--"

"Only that app," Burton said, unworried. Yeah, his phone could be a scary place--if he hadn't locked everything down but the entertainment apps.

Ernie snorted. "I'm not stupid. I don't want you to have to kill me for real."

"For real?"

Ernie snuggled back into his arms. "Didn't you tell your handler I was dead?"

"I said I walked away--"

"But he assumed. No, that's fine. I can be dead.  As long as I can read this book on your phone and maybe play Two Dots."

"All the scary stuff is locked," Burton said with a yawn.

"Yeah. I know. But I'm not going to tempt fate." Ernie smiled, so sweetly Burton's heart about broke. "I mean, we've had this night. How much better can my life get?"

He started reading then, and Lee Burton, who trusted nobody, yawned and fell asleep with Ernie on his chest.

He woke up a few hours later, and Ernie was right where Lee had left him, phone off and shoved under the pillow. His mouth was parted just a little and he was snoring softly.

Burton paused and stroked his hair from his face. "Okay my boy, I'm going to find a place for you to be safe for a while. If I'm any sort of person at all, I'll find you a home before this is over, just so you know."

"You're my home," Ernie mumbled. "Two more hours, Burton. T hen we'll be on the run."

Burton didn't say anything, thinking about how this kid needed some peace and Burton was the last person to give him that. Thinking about how he was going to just leave the kid with strangers and run back into an operation where he might not talk to anybody for months.

Thinking about how this kid deserved so much more than just a wonderful night and a promise that Burton might not be able to keep.

He figured he'd keep his promises to himself then, and maybe wouldn't voice any of them until he knew for sure what he could make come true.

With a sigh, he set his alarm for two more hours, but before he fell back asleep, he texted, Ace, I need a huge assed favor. Hear me out before you say yes.

When he woke up, he saw the message almost immediately.


And that's why he'd trust Ernie with Ace Atchison, he thought giving thanks for his few good deeds. Because Ace had so much faith in him, that he'd die before he let Burton down.

Burton felt the same about Ace.

And now he felt the same about Ernie.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Hiding the Moon: Part 10


Okay-- so just a reminder, the Johnnies books are on sale at Amazon, Kobo, and DSP until February 14th, and Bobby Green is out!  So far people are really loving Bobby and Reg--and I'm grateful!

Also--if you have something for Kermit Flail, don't forget to send it in--I can always use more Kermit Flail! (I know, it'll be a week late... January was SO FAST!)

I'll have a cover reveal for Crocus at the next Kermit Flail- stay tuned! (It's really beautiful, and the Bonfires cover has been retooled so they both match completely :-)

And other than that, onto a short chapter of Burton and Ernie...

* * *

Burton fell asleep for an hour, safer in Ernie's arms than he'd felt since he'd joined the Marines.

He awoke with a jerk, Ernie's head snuggled against his chest, and he had to smile when Ernie patted him, like a kid.

"You're awake," Burton grumbled.

"I'm always awake at this time," Ernie said.

Burton shoved himself up on the bed, bare chested, and Ernie rested his cheek against his midriff, fingers walking across his muscle groups just firmly enough not to tickle.

"Why is that?"

"World's too loud in the day," Ernie said. "Too many people, so close by." He shuddered. "Albuquerque isn't a big city, either. But too big. About 5000 people is perfect. Just open stretches of desert feels weird--it's like being in a sensory deprivation tank. But that many-- there's enough white noise to sleep."

Burton grunted. His family called it witchiness. His father held to this day this his great Aunt Gertie could read a person's palm like reading their job resume and family history all rolled into one. He didn't necessarily have a problem believing in Ernie's gifts--or believing that Ernie needed to be gentle with himself to sustain them.

But he couldn't figure out how it had earned the kid a bevy of his own personal assassins, either.

"You basically read people," Burton said, thinking. "Good intentions, bad intentions--whether they mean harm to you or others or not. Who knows about this?"

"The Navy," Ernie said guilelessly.

Burton knew his eyes grew really large.

"And that happened because..."

"My parents died," Ernie said, his voice dropping. "I was... I was seventeen. And... I mean they did all the right stuff with a will and everything, but... I was so close, you know? They didn't figure on going out together, and they didn't appoint a guardian or whatever."

Burton started rubbing gentle circles on his back, just like he would if Ernie was a girl in distress. Ernie's entire body went slack against his, and their nakedness became important. They were skin to skin, and Burton had become the chief comforter.

This was... a big deal. This was how people became close.

"So, you went into the foster care system." That was logical, right?

"Yes. My first family wasn't..." Ernie shuddered. "I was so sad, and when the older brother tried to comfort me... it was easy at first, to let him touch me. And then... then there he was, hands everywhere, and my own... grief I guess, rolled away, and it was like being touched by a greasy octopus all over my body. So I started to scream and the whole world showed up and it was a big fucking mess."

"Oh baby..."

"Mm." Ernie was so boneless. Like a light-boned cat, or a really sleepy small dog.   "But I went back into the system, and the next family... the social worker walked me to the front door, Mom answered, and I said, 'She's glad I'm here. She needs more money for her coke dealer.'"

Burton let out a chuff of air. "Well called."

"Yeah. Well. I was taken to a sort of holding place, an orphanage of sorts, and that was all kinds of bad. I'd stay awake all night, terrified, because I could feel all the bad--and so much of it wasn't the kids' fault, but it was there. And finally, the week before I turned eighteen, a guy in a uniform showed up and said, 'We have a special ROTC program just for kids who need scholarships.'"

Burton stared. "That's convenient. And unlikely. And--"

"And I slept in barracks for a year. I mean, I ate, had PT, didn't have to sleep near too many people. But... I was, you know. All alone."

"What did you do there?"

Ernie shuddered. "Do I have to talk about that? It..." His voice dropped. "I"m hungry. Can we eat? I don't want to talk about that anymore. We had donuts hours ago. Can we have dinner now?"

Burton took a deep breath. He was pretty good at interrogation--had done it a number of times on the job, and overseas. But Ernie felt warm and sweet--they were naked together. They were close. Pushing him, now, felt like a violation.

And this kid had been violated plenty.

"Yeah, kid. Sure. Pick something out of the takeout menu. We'll order in."

Ernie's smile at him was transparent--he'd played Burton like a violin. But he was also grateful, because burton had allowed himself to be played.

"Can we hear stories about you now?" he asked, all but batting his eyes.

"Don't you know everything?" This was important, actually. How far did the gift extend?

"I know... I know good intentions or bad intentions. I get bursts of specifics, of speech, of pictures, but that's not consistent. When I think hard, I can scan the people around me for what they think about me, or about the people I'm with. It's... difficult. If, say, a group of people were to walk into the hotel looking for us specifically, it would wake me up like a smack to the face."

Burton stared at him. "That's happened to you before?"

Ernie nodded. "Oh yeah. It's sort of how I left the military. But I'm hungry. Let me get food first. I swear. I'll tell the rest."

Burton wasn't sure what made him cup Ernie's cheek. "My father's name is Roger. My mom is Anita. I have two little brothers, Eddie's a business major, and John can play the violin like a dream. I was engaged to my high school sweetheart all the way through two tours with the Marines, but I broke up with her when I joined black ops, because it didn't seem fair to be in a relationship with someone when I was going to be a ghost in her life. And I love Chinese food. Good Chinese food. If your gift can help me tell the good stuff from the weakshit tempura chicken in red sugar glaze, I'll be forever grateful."

Ernie's eyes grew big and limpid. "My parents were Glen and Sharon. They... they used to tuck me in every night, even when I was seventeen. They were my... my scale, for good. If someone had a heart like my mother or father, they were good. When... when I was suddenly in a world with people not like that..." He bit his lip.

"You were helpless," Burton whispered.

Ernie nodded. "I... I had to work really hard to find... to find a life that wouldn't make me insane."

"I'm so sorry I ripped that away from you."

And this next smile--shaky, hurt, and glorious. "I'm not. I might never have known what sex was for. It was beautiful. But I will miss my cats."

Gently, Burton placed a kiss on his forehead. "I"m sure there's somewhere else, somewhere small, where you can feed every cat for miles."

"You understand."

"I'll do what I can for you, Ernie."

"Chinese food." But Ernie didn't move. He just stayed there, looking at Burton like he held the secret of peace in a painful world.

Burton leaned down and claimed his mouth, and drank in his trust like wine. He'd make it happen. He'd save this boy. Maybe not for himself--who lived a life where that was possible? Where you worked as an assassin but had this much sweetness in his home, his bed?

But Burton would save him. It was his mission now. It was why he took the job in the first place.

Ernie's taste flooded him and Burton groaned, falling into the kiss in ernest.

Of course it was.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Yup, Still Going to Florida...

So, still going to Coastal Magic the 22-25 of February, and we're getting to Avengers Swag Assemble times as well as, "My toenails look like death" and "My roots are showing!" and, "Oh God... what am I wearing again?"

So, you know, fun stuff.

But this year, I almost forgot something real.

I'm planning to fly into Florida on Sunday, and my friend Karen is going to pick me up and I'll hang with her for two days (because yay!) and then we'll drive to Coastal, because she's going to play there too this year! (Yay!)


So I was looking for my itinerary...

And I couldn't find it.

I mean, it had to be in G-mail, right?

I searched everywhere, under every heading. I remembered the airline, I remembered the time-- no dice.

I had Mate search for it--he'd bought the ticket that night, I could swear it.

He searched our credit card history, nada.

I looked in my text string, found the the text to Karen--she even knew the flight number, so I'd sent it to her, but no dice.


Oh my God--were we hallucinating buying these tickets?


Mate booked me another flight, but I asked Karen if she could search her e-mail to see if she could find the original itinerary. We're boggled. Where did it go? We could both clearly remember us, awake, working on our computers, multi-tasking with the plane tickets and other important things--but we couldn't find the damned plane tickets.

I went back and double-checked the dates of the text string and thought, "Hunh. What were we doing January fourth, anyway?"

Then--for unrelated reasons--I went into documents to retrieve something, and looked at what I'd saved on that particular date.


Mate's mother's obituary and program memorial were there.

I was writing those things while he was putting together her photo montage.

Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Aha.

Well, it's a good thing I double-checked my itinerary for the hell of it. And the next time I'm working through something that extreme, I'll remember to take nothing for granted.

I still asked Karen if she could look through her email when she got the chance. Because even if we didn't buy the tickets and just sent her a tentative booking, it's just SO WIERD that we can't find a thing about it.

But like the title says, yup!

Still going to Florida!

Monday, February 5, 2018

Introducing Bobby Green

Bobby Green

by Amy Lane

Vern Roberts couldn’t wait to turn eighteen and get the hell out of Dogpatch, California. But city living is expensive, and he’s damned desperate when Dex from Johnnies spots him bussing tables.

As “Bobby,” he’s a natural at gay porn. Soon he’s surrounded by hot guys and sex for the taking, but it’s not just his girlfriend back in Dogpatch—or her blackmailing brother—that keeps him from taking it. It’s the sweet guy who held the lights for his first solo scene, who showed him decency, kindness, and a smile.

Reg Williams likes to think he’s too stupid to realize what a shitty hand life dealt him, but Bobby knows better. What Reg lacks in family, opportunity, education, and money, he makes up for in heart. One fumbling step at a time, they connect, not just in their hearts but in their bodies, where sex that’s not on camera, casual, or meaningless, becomes the most important thing in the world.

But Reg is hampered by an inescapable family burden, and he and Bobby will never fly unless he can find a way to manage it. Can he break the painful link to his unrealized childhood and grow into the love Bobby wants to give?


Some books cut super close to the bone, and this is one of them.  Reg and Bobby aren't superheroes. (Say, Jackson Rivers or Deacon Winters.)  They're not stock brokers (like Jace and Quent or Zack.)  They have no education and no prospects, and they're unaware of the consequences the actions take today might have on ten years from now.

Reg and Bobby are kids I went to school with. They're kids I taught. They're kids I see graduate with my own kids--and not succeed. 

They have bigger burdens than anybody suspects, and bigger hearts than people would give them credit for. They have simple hearts and decency and the capable of being their best selves. 

They make mistakes, big and small. They lose their temper, and struggle with what a relationship should be and what they should do to make that work. They come to their conclusions through trial and error, and sometimes their errors are heartbreaking.

I hope you guys like this book--it's book five of the Johnnies series, and I loved writing it so much there's going to be a six and a seven.

Mostly I hope you love Bobby and Reg--they reminded me of a lot I know is good about people. I hope they do the same for you. 

Blog Tour

February 5 - Dirty Books Obsession

February 6 - Gay Book Reviews

February 7 - Happily Ever Chapter FB Page

February 8 - Love Bytes

February 9 - Long and Short Reviews

February 12 - My Fiction Nook

February 13 - Dog-eared Daydreams

February 14 - Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

February 15 - Boy Meets Boy