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Updates and Welcome To Alvarado Book 4

Hello Readers! I have a few updates for you.

Two Boys, One Cabin is currently in the editing phase, but I hope to have that ready for publishing soon. Reminder: it will be released to my Patreon ‘Coffee Club‘ supporters two weeks early, and at no additional cost. I’ve already released the first chapters on Patreon for those readers who would like to get a head start.

Now to some news many of you have been waiting for. I have begun working on Welcome to Alvarado, book 4: Dragged Through Fire. I had some trouble getting this one started, so I apologize to those fans of the series who have been emailing and messaging me for updates. It’s great to hear how many people love reading the stories about the boys of Alvarado, and I hope I can do Riley and Jay-Jay’s story to your expectations. A few things you can certainly expect from Dragged Through Fire are a bunch of brotherly antics and arguments, firefighters doing what they do best, an absolute diva queen who doesn’t take shit from anyone, and a respectful look into the world of performance drag. Below is a sneak peek at the first chapter.

I don’t fear the flames. I respect the power they possess and appreciate their inherent beauty. The way they dance, entrancing those who stop to watch. How embers can burn soft and low in one moment then roar to life, giving breath to a monster in the next. Fire consumes all it touches, and it will burn you alive if you get too close, but it can also be a friend who will get you through the darkest of nights.

No, I don’t fear the flames. I’ve been around them my whole life. They’re as much a part of me as the skin they threaten to singe if I forget my place and fail to pay them the respect they deserve.

“Stop.” I hold out my hand in case my word is lost to the heavy breathing and locator chirps filling the spaces in between the thick smoke and ashen clouds billowing around us. It’s as if we’d stepped off the green lawn out front and right into the heart of a volcano.

“What?” Liam comes to a halt at my signal, the nervous hitch in his voice expected. He’s only seen a few fires and never showed interest in their siren call. I don’t think he’d be here if he hadn’t been desperately in need of a job after graduation, despite having the Neumann last name. Casting aside his rookie jitters, he begins glancing around the room for clues as to why we’ve stopped. Unable to figure it out, he looks to my experience for help. “What do you see, Riley?”

As I’m about to answer, and maybe give Liam a lesson on reading a room, Liam is jostled forward as Trent pushes in between us, hose nozzle in hand. “What’s the fucking hold up? I have a date in half an hour.” Trent’s the exact opposite of Liam, hotheaded and living life as fast as possible. He loves the fire as much as I do, but he doesn’t respect it, yet.

“You may be late to your date,” I speak through the respirator tied to the two oxygen tanks secured to my back. “We need to punch a vent.”

“Like fuck,” Trent huffs back over the coms. He shoulders past us and palms the door. “It’s cold.”

“It’s sealed,” I argue, already sure Trent’s beyond the point of listening. We’re all exhausted, having fought our way up to the fourth floor in full gear and putting out spot fires along the way. It’s gone textbook smooth so far, but Trent’s getting impatient, and that remains his biggest hang-up.

“It’s fine,” he argues back. “The fire is already contained, so let’s clear this shit and get out of here.”

“A fire is never a hundred percent contained,” I remind my younger brother, but I can see him rolling his eyes past his facemask.

“Your fear is never a hundred percent contained,” he mocks back.

I step up to him, not in the mood to put up with his childish bullshit today. “It’s not about fear, it’s about respect. You need to learn how to read the fire.”

“I can read just fucking fine,” he says, shirking away from criticism. “My hand says the door is cold, and my dick says you’re a pussy.”

“Trent-” But my annoyance is tempered by a rush of adrenaline when the idiot opens the door, with Liam standing right in the line of fire.

In an instant, the smoke billowing around us is sucked in through the doorway and a sound that’s impossible to describe, half demon half church choir, crescendos as the beast hiding in the next room is given life. An inferno rages, flashing through the door and crawling up the ceiling. Trent at least has the good sense to not stay in the doorway after he pushes it open, so the fireball bubbles past him as he looks on in wide-eyed horror. Liam isn’t so lucky. The kid is pushed off his feet, and for a second, he flies.

“Shit!” Trent cusses. “Shit. Fuck! Shit.”

“The hose!” I remind Trent he’s holding our only hope.

“Shit, fuck!” He continues to cuss but flips on the nozzle and begins drenching the room.

“Fall back!” I yell over the hissing and popping molten lava roiling overhead. For a second, I stop to glance up at it. God, it’s as beautiful as it is deadly; seductive and violent, moving like a living thing and devouring the very air to survive. After my soul is satiated with the glimpse I allow it into Hell, I refocus on stabilizing Liam and getting Trent to follow orders. “Goddammit, Trent, back your ass up!”

Trent starts shuffling backwards towards my voice as I locate Liam a few feet from the door we came through. He’s propped up on a pile of ash covered collapsed boxes and gives me a groaning response as I tug on his collar. His bell’s been rung pretty good, and he’s turtled on his back by the weight of the tanks.

“He okay?” Trent asks, an obvious fear mixed with the frustration at being wrong, again, as he uses the hose to fight back the demon crawling along the ceiling. “The Goddamn door was cold!”

“Save it.” I’ve had enough of this shitshow. Hauling Liam up, and thank God the kid is a scrawny beanpole, I get him to his feet as Trent continues to keep the flames from reaching our backs. Liam wobbles but gives me a thumbs up, even as his first step nearly has him falling again. Looping his arm around my shoulders, I begin heading for the stairs. “Let’s go.”

“I can save this,” Trent argues, his pride wounded.

“Out, now,” I command, my eyes stealing another glance up at the beast. “It’s too hungry.”

“Fuck.” Trent spits one last curse at the fire then backtracks with us.


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Two Boys, One Cabin – Chapter 5

Happy New Year, readers! I hope you had a wonderful holiday, and I wish you all the best for 2018. I have so many plans for 2018, including two new books for the Welcome to Alvarado series, a new Stables series book, and a new Corwint series book! To start off the new year, I will first be publishing a stand alone MM Romance, Two Boys, One Cabin. Below you can find a preview of Chapter 5.

About the Book:

When Alex agreed to spend spring break camping with his best friend from college, he expected Emily to actually go with him. Stuck in her dorm with the flu, Emily convinces Alex to go enjoy the outdoors and finish working on his master’s degree thesis. Alex has never been much for the great outdoors, but some peace and quiet away from a bustling college campus is too tempting to pass up. Loaded down with hastily bought camping supplies and enough bug spray to fumigate an apartment complex, Alex heads off into adventure.

But, Emily forgot to mention one minor detail: her brother, Ryan. Now Alex is stuck inside a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no cell service, no heat and a distractingly handsome man who is completely off-limits. As his thesis goes nowhere, Alex may go insane from attempting to act as hetero as possible around Ryan, if the mosquitoes don’t eat him alive first.


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Sipping my beer, I close my eyes and inhale deep. Aside from the crickets, the forest is quiet. No birds are singing in this growing darkness. The woodpecker has gone to bed. There’s no mosquitos around, perhaps too early in the year and cold at night, but there are moths. I can hear the occasional zap as one flutters too close to the light over the back door.

There’s another sound, lower, under the familiar chirp of crickets. I have no idea what it is. Frogs, maybe? I wonder how close we are to the river, and I laugh at the fact I don’t know what frogs sound like in the wild. It’s not like they’re saying ‘ribbit, ribbit’…

The screen door behind me opens, and I hold back a self-directed laugh about the frogs. Last thing I need is for Ryan to think I’m a loon, out here laughing at the moon. The moon… Where is-

I turn around a bit, face angled up at the sky, searching for the source of a blue tinted glow giving the clouds overhead ghostly silhouettes. I spot it, towards the front of the house, then I spot Ryan standing in his doorway, plates in hand, staring at me.

“Oh,” I startle a bit from my moon gazing. “Sorry, was just… The moon,” I lamely point.

“It’s only a quarter-moon tonight,” he says. “And it’s cloudy. Expecting a bit of rain to roll through. Some nights though, that moon lights up the whole sky so bright, it’s hard to sleep.”

“I bet. You probably have a good view of the stars, too, all the way out here.”

He nods and sets two paper plates on the table. He’s finished prepping the buns and added some potato chips to each plate. And… a pickle. I wrinkle my nose a bit at that but don’t say a word.

“Oh, yeah,” he says as he walks over to the campfire. “Lots of stars some nights. Maybe these clouds will clear out and give you a good view in a few nights when the moon isn’t showing his face. You ever seen the Milky Way?”

“Unless you mean a candy bar, no.” I smirk and he laughs, so I laugh with him. Like Emily, he takes pity at my sad excuses for jokes. “In Boston, you’re lucky if you can see the North Star, much less the actual Milky Way, like you see in textbooks.”

“Too much noise pollution.” He glances up at the sky. “If Ashwood gets any bigger, won’t be long until you can’t see the Milky Way here, either.”

“The price we must pay for progress,” I spout like a first year philosophy student, and once again the conversation dwindles down like the campfire we’re both staring at. I’ve never been good at keeping small talk going, except with Emily. To her credit, she tends to carry a conversation rather well on her own. I’ve never seen the need to fill in the quiet spaces with idle chatter.

As the silence lingers, however, I begin feeling that awkward sensation you get when you’re alone with someone you barely know. Like you’re standing at the back of a party, two wallflowers, tempted to join in but unable to even mutter a polite hello to the guy standing next to you sipping his beer. Ryan and I are spectators to a campfire, our only connection being a girl who is probably asleep in bed a hundred miles away.

And oh, how I wish Emily were here to carry us through the moments like this, when Ryan and I have little to do but stand here, staring at the stars.

My eyes sneak a side-glance his direction. His features are lit by a gentle glow by the lamp behind and the embers ahead. A thoughtful gaze is cast upwards to the moonlit clouds, his beer in one hand and his other hand tucked in a front jean pocket. A tattoo peaks out from below the rolled cuff at his elbow, but it’s too dark to make it out. His shoulders are broad, his profile handsome, and his ass is-

Off limits.

I take a full swig of my beer and force it down. Nervous energy zings through me, sparked by the taboo nature of the desire. You can’t blame me, Ryan is… He’s hot. So. Damn. Good-looking. I have a thing for beards, okay… And it makes a guy wonder if he’s as much a bear underneath his clothes as I think he is.

Oh, God. Stop now. Abort. Abort!

Too late. The image is nearly completed in my head. Both heads. Ah, crap.

I set my beer down and get ready to run. “You said the bathroom was next to the guest room?”

He blinks away from the night sky. “Yeah.”

“Thanks. Be right back.” I head for the door, open the screen, and stop. “Uh… It’s all… normal? I mean, you don’t have one of those composting toilets I’ve seen on those tiny house videos, or something like that?”

He chuckles. “Nah, it’s a septic system, so just use the toilet like normal.”

“Ah, cool.” And now I feel horny and silly.

“Just be sure to wash your hands,” he smirks.

For some reason beyond imagining, I salute the man. Catching myself, I flee into the house before I say something stupid like ‘aye, aye Captain Godly Beard’, or ‘can you show me how the toilet works?’. Maybe the beer is going to my head.

Or maybe I need a stiffer drink.


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Crows Don’t Sing – Release Day!

It’s here! The Stables book 6: CROWS DON’T SING is now available to read from all major online retailers.

About the book:

Deputy Sheriff James Darcy has been chasing after Jude since high school, when she showed up out of nowhere and gave him a black eye for picking on a freshman. For just as long, Jude has been running away from James and all the things he makes her feel. As Johnson County begins to burn around them in the midst of scandal, they will have to sideline their chase and work together to save The Stables, their friends, and the entire county from the fires of corruption. The corruption in Johnson County runs deep and old, though, and it will force Jude and James to dredge up unwanted memories and face misunderstood pasts if they have any hope of building a future together. Set in Texas, The Stables is a Contemporary Romance series with light BDSM elements and mature themes.

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Two Boys, One Cabin – Chapter Preview #2

Hello, Readers! Well, about that NaNoWriMo…

But that’s okay! I’m still working on the book I started for NaNoWriMo and hope to have it finished and ready for edits by January. I have another chapter preview for you, too.

About the Book:

When Alex agreed to spend spring break camping with his best friend from college, he expected Emily to actually go with him. Stuck in her dorm with the flu, Emily convinces Alex to go enjoy the outdoors and finish working on his master’s degree thesis. Alex has never been much for the great outdoors, but some peace and quiet away from a bustling college campus is too tempting to pass up. Loaded down with hastily bought camping supplies and enough bug spray to fumigate an apartment complex, Alex heads off into adventure.

But, Emily forgot to mention one minor detail: her brother, Ryan. Now Alex is stuck inside a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no cell service, no heat and a distractingly handsome man who is completely off-limits. As his thesis goes nowhere, Alex may go insane from attempting to act as hetero as possible around Ryan, if the mosquitoes don’t eat him alive first.


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“You don’t camp much, do you?” Ryan laughs when he opens the fridge to find half a grocery store stuffed inside.

“No,” I grouse. “Emily was going to take care of the groceries once we got into Ashwood. “And I don’t grocery shop all that much to begin with, so… I may’ve just grabbed what seemed logical.”

He takes out a jar of olives and holds it up. “Logical?”

“Some people like olives,” I mutter with a shrug. “In their martinis,” I finish much quieter.

“Martinis?” he asks, to which I point over to the counter where bottles of vodka, vermouth, rum and peach schnapps are lined up like a frat party bar. He looks back at me with a shake of the head. “Thought you were here to work on your thesis?”

“Write drunk, edit sober,” I offer with a cheeky grin. “Emily and I made a deal with ourselves to not be total overachieving study nerds the entire week.”

He puts the olives back in the fridge. “Guess I can understand that. At least she wasn’t planning to bring a boyfriend up here. Uh, you two are just friends, right?”

“Right!” I shrink away from the protective brother grizzly bear look he’s giving me over the open fridge door. “Just friends. Don’t get me wrong, Emily is wonderful, but-”

I stop. Evaluate my situation. Decide not to leap out of the closet into unknown territory. He’s asking, so Emily obviously hasn’t divulged the fact we play on the same team. Best just leave it that way.

“She’s not my type, romantically speaking.” Well, not a total lie. I love her, but Emily and I together? Hah! We’d kill each other within a week. “Besides, we’re both way too busy with our degrees right now to deal with relationships that go beyond coffee dates and study groups.”

He nods at that and starts taking a few items out of the fridge. “Emily always did put her studies before anything else. You mastering in psychology, too?”

“Sociology, but our studies cross paths a lot, and we share two classes.”

“Sociology… Like social studies?”

“Right.” I examine the items he’s taken out and try to determine what he’s going to make with what I now realize is a totally random assortment of food I’ve filled his kitchen with. “My primary focus is the way in which evolving technology changes aspects of society. It mirrors well with Emily’s focus on the psychological effects of technology dependence, so we’re often using the same reference materials.”

He shrugs, a jar of mayo in his hands. “I don’t really get the difference in all the ‘ologies’. They didn’t teach psychology in high school, and social studies was a watered down gruel of politics, culture and geography.”

I think on that for a moment as I watch him grab some paper plates and open the buns. My eyes betray me for a second and take a peek at his buns as he turns around to grab silverware out of a drawer behind him. As he turns back around, I quickly avert my gaze back to the edible buns.

Not helping.

“Oh, uhm,” I clear my throat as my mind stumbles. “Emily studies people at a micro level, I guess, focusing on the mental changes, adaptations and coping mechanisms humans implement in response to technology. I look at things from a macro level, more of the big picture, using statics, data and research to determine the ways in which technology effects not only groups of people, but how those groups interact with other groups. How ideas are exchanged. How trade is conducted. If it effects what they buy, when they buy…”

He’s nodding along as I talk, but I’m not sure if he’s actually listening. Honestly, I get that it’s dry, and I usually lose people at ‘statistics and research’.

“What they buy, when they buy,” he repeats while mixing spices into some of the ground beef I bought. “Do you plan on getting a job in marketing, then?”

I cringe at the topic, not because I don’t know what I plan to do with my degree, but because of what it’s expected that I do with my degree. “Maybe.” That’s a nice, unassuming word. A middle ground. A way to avoid discussing the topic further. “What about you?” And if all else fails, flip the question. “How’d you get into photography?”

“My mom was a photographer.” He speaks much more candidly about his parents than Emily does. “And my grandpa helped me get into it, too.”

“Cool.” Lame response, I know, but I don’t really know what to say when discussions allude to things involving deceased loved ones. Once again, I seek something else to talk about. “What are you making?”

“Hamburgers.” He stops pounding the meat in his fist and- Oh my God, I just went there… “You’re not a vegetarian, are you?”

Alex… He’s waiting… with his meat in his hand… Stop it!

“N-no,” I cough out the word. “I like meat.”

Smooth.

“Good,” he says and continues to massage the meat with spices.

I bite my tongue to keep unwanted noises from escaping my throat. Distraction. I require a distraction. Futilely, I take out my smartphone and sigh at its lack of signal. “Emily wanted me to call her.”

Ryan sets two pounded meat patties on a paper plate. “So… call her. And tell her she’s got some explaining to do to her big brother.”

I turn my phone around to show him. “No signal.”

He leans in a bit. “Your Wi-Fi is off.”

“Yes,” I confirm while trying not to stare too deeply into the stormy gray blue Ryan has for eyes, then explain further as he raises an eyebrow. “The campus Wi-Fi is finicky, constantly disconnecting and re-connecting. It runs down my phone’s battery.”

“Turn it back on,” he instructs then goes to the big white ceramic farmhouse sink to wash his hands.

I watch him for a second, noting there seems to be decent water pressure and reminding myself to ask him about a shower… Alone. Not a shower with him, but- Focus.

I tap over to the settings on my phone and switch on the Wi-Fi. It immediately pics up a public channel and connects, no password required. A few seconds later, my data and call signals jump to three bars.

“How-?” I start then answer my own question. With my field of study, I have to be on top of evolving technology like this. “You have a mobile tower?”

“Yup.” He shuts off the sink and heads back to the fridge. “Can’t run a business these days without some sort of connection to the outside world.”

A low whistle passes between my lips. “Those aren’t cheap.”

“A buddy of mine got me a good deal on a used one.” He puts lettuce on the counter. “They’re actually pretty common around here.” Then an onion. “They have to be.” Cheese slices. “There’s a nature protection law or something that prevents companies from building actual cell towers in these woods.” Tomatoes. “And you shouldn’t stick tomatoes in the fridge. They get mushy and tasteless.”

“Oh, sorry. Wait, if you have a mobile cell, you have internet? And you should password protect your connection…”

“Who’s going to steal my connection? The bears?”

I chuckle nervously. “So, you do have bears around here…”

“Yes,” he smirks. “But they only Google sites about bee keeping and hibernation techniques.”

“Ha-ha,” I say dryly, but I like his humor. “Internet….?”

“Yes, I have internet, and cable TV. It’s not that new super high speed stuff you’re used to, but they ran the cable when a few rich folks built big vacation homes near the river. God forbid they come out here on vacation and not have television.”

I raise one eyebrow at him, and he laughs, getting my implication without me saying a word. And damn me, because his laugh is one of those light, gentle laughs that gives a guy goosebumps. And I’m not just talking about on my arms…

“I know, I know,” he says, one hand raised in resignation while the other holds a knife. “I have those rich folks to thank for being able to watch hockey and Game of Thrones.”

“Hockey? Really?” Mentally, I tick a box next to the ‘Ryan is absolutely straight’ scorecard I’ve started.

“Boston Bruins all the way, man.” He does that little chuckle again, a grin stretching his beard.

I bet he has a baby face underneath it. “Now I know where Emily gets it.” The hockey, not the baby face…

“Are you kidding?” He makes quick work of putting a layer of lettuce on the buns and slicing the tomatoes. “Other way around. I swear, she only went to MU in Boston to be closer to Garden Stadium where they play.” He holds up a slice of tomato.

I nod and he puts the slice on what I suspect is going to be my hamburger bun. “She took me to a game last fall,” I admit. “It was cold. And loud. And I didn’t really understand what was going on aside from a bunch of guys hitting a puck, and each other, with sticks.”

“Not a sports fan, then?”

His question could be conceived as dangerous in some crowds, so I choose my answer carefully. “I don’t mind them, but I won’t stop to watch a game if I have something better to do. I’m more into… movies and video games, not that I have much time for anything these days that doesn’t involve a library card or my research badge at Franklyn Labs.”

“Mayo?”

“Of course. Who doesn’t put mayo on their cheese burgers?”

“You’d be surprised how many around here only like ketchup or mustard.”

I scrunch my nose. “Mustard…”

“Ew,” we say together then laugh.

“C’mon,” he says, picking up the plate with the uncooked beef in one hand a two beers fisted in the other.

Curious, I follow. He flicks on a switch and leads us out the back door. Overhead, a mosquito lamp buzzes, providing a small ring of light against the dark woods. The sun hasn’t completely set yet, but it’s low behind the trees. The sky has gone this dark blue color, beautiful yet foreboding about the oncoming night. A few steps beyond the door is a picnic table, and beyond that a ring of stones circling the charred remains of a campfire.

“You can set that down there.” He puts the two beers and the plate of meat on the table then heads for the campfire. “What’s Franklyn Labs?”

I watch as he takes a few split wood planks and arranges them in the pit. Two metal prongs protrude, and I think they hold a spit of some sort. Guess we’re having grilled hamburgers, open flame style.

“Franklyn Labs is where I do intern work for my degree. Public survey evaluations and statistical analysis, mostly.”

“Sounds…”

“Boring. You can say it.”

“Okay, it sounds boring.”

“It can be,” I admit. “But sometimes the research can be interesting, too. I mean, have you ever stopped to think about how much our society has changed in the past decade due to smartphones? And- Oh, I should probably call Emily.”

“Probably. I’ll get the fire started. Be sure and tell her I owe her one.”

I pause as I tap over to my phone’s contact list. “One what?”

“She’ll know,” he smirks then goes back to the fire.


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My latest book, Crows Don’t Sing, is now available for Download via Patreon!
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About the book:

Deputy Sheriff James Darcy has been chasing after Jude since high school, when she showed up out of nowhere and gave him a black eye for picking on a freshman. For just as long, Jude has been running away from James and all the things he makes her feel. As Johnson County begins to burn around them in the midst of scandal, they will have to sideline their chase and work together to save The Stables, their friends, and the entire county from the fires of corruption. The corruption in Johnson County runs deep and old, though, and it will force Jude and James to dredge up unwanted memories and face misunderstood pasts if they have any hope of building a future together. Set in Texas, The Stables is a Contemporary Romance series with light BDSM elements and mature themes.

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