Guest Blogger – JC Wallace

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Hi, everyone! I want to thank Jon for inviting me to the blog. Curiosity Killed Shaney is my first published novel and I am thrilled to share this story with all of you.

This blog tour got huge fast! There are awesome prizes to that will be given away at the end of the tour. At the end of this post, you will find a link to enter!  Check in at for links to all of the blogs in the tour and you can enter as much as you like!


Raine O’Tierney Interviews JC Wallace

This interview was originally done by Raine for her blog and I wanted to share it with you because she asks the most awesome questions!

How does it feel to be the coolest dood on earth, period?

I’m thoroughly embarrassed. PS. Raine O’Tierney is the only one who thinks I’m cool!

Now that I’ve sufficiently embarrassed you… let’s find out: what is your guilty pleasure in writing?

Definitely creating hot and erotic sex scenes even though they are the hardest parts for me to write. Why? Because they are so detailed and I’m always trying to find new ways to describe the feel of the act and what is going on between the two characters. Sometimes I skip them and come back if I can’t give them the attention they need.

How long have you been writing and how did you get started writing m/m?

I have been writing since I was a teenager, but stopped writing while I was in college. I was in college for a looooong time. I have too many degrees when all I’ve ever wanted to be was a writer. I started reading M/M about four years ago, which inspired me to start writing again a couple of years ago. It was just this past summer that I decided to get out there and get published.

What’s your biggest writing inspiration?

Reading other author’s stories. When I’m reading I love being immersed into the lives of the characters and live their story with them. I am also studying the author’s writing and their use of words and plot and settings. I want to increase my writing competence to that of my favorite authors.

Favorite part of being an author? Most frustrating?
My favorite part is creating stories that grow and evolve in directions I never even imagined. That process never fails to amaze me. The frustrating part for me is editing. I want to write it and send it off. Yes, I want magic!

I’ve heard rumors that you once got into a fist-fight with punctuation. Is there any truth to this tale?
Ummm…*looks around*… I plead the fifth.

This was your first year to do one of my favorite events ever: NaNoWriMo! How was that experience? Did you win? What will you do differently next year?

Yes, I did win NaNoWriMo. It was amazing but also stressful because I work full time and was writing other stories, including my weekly flash fiction. The pace was fast and the story wasn’t finished at 50,000 words. When you’re writing that fast, you’re getting the words down but I felt I had a lot of loose plot points when I was done, which I usually don’t have when writing. What would I do different next time? Probably nothing. I am not a plotter so that won’t happen!

You do Wednesday Briefs… is that as kinky as it sounds and can you tell us a little about that?
What I write is kinky sometimes, LOL. Wednesday Briefs is weekly flash fiction of 500-1000 words. Many authors participate in this awesome weekly event. Our group leader, Julie Lynn Hayes, sends us weekly prompts for our writing and we choose prompts to use with our weekly flashes. Most of the authors write serial stories.

My current flash story is a paranormal story called Diventando: Becoming and is currently up to installment #25. At twenty-seven, Owen who has battled cancer most of his life, knows the leukemia is retuning and decides he is done fighting. He starts preparing to die. When he meets Turk, a gorgeous college professor he is determined to have a couple of weeks of meaningless sex with the man. However, the illness hits with a vengeance and he ends up at the doctors. During his visit not only is he told he isn’t dying but never had leukemia at all and is drugged and restrained. What happens next to Owen is a nightmare and he prays someone will save him. What he finds out is that the people in his life aren’t who they seem to be, including Turk.

Catch up with this story on my blog.

You’ve just released Curiosity Killed Shaney— a novel about a man whose curiosity gets him into a heap o’ hurt. Blurb us up, m’good man!

Blurb: Shaney’s curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Hudson, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of Shaney and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death?

You’ve just had a phenomenal Christmas short published by Love Lane Books—tell us about it! Where can we go to get our hands on a free copy? ❤

Waiting for Snow is a short story published in the anthology Christmas Delights by Love Lane Books. This is my first published short story.

This story centers on Dain who is at the end of his proverbial rope. He lost his job, his boyfriend, and his church after one horrifying accident. On Christmas Eve, he is reminded of those loses in a heart breaking confrontation with his father. As Dain is driving, unsure where to go, he meets Jake, the local sheriff.  Jake is very interested in Dain but can Dain learn to believe in love again?

Get your free copy of Christmas Delights ! Fourteen new and established authors contributed awesome stories to make this anthology.

What other writing projects can we expect from you in the future? (Interviewer’s note: If you don’t say the name “Keith” somewhere in here, I might cry!)

My story from NaNoWriMo titled Dare to Love Forever is completed and will be subbed soon. This story is about two Vampires named Carson and Lincoln. Carson is a Tabula Rosa vampire, which means one bite, and he can wipe a person’s mind clean.

You (Raine) asked me to write her a story. The story is called Jerricho’s Freedom I took all of your (Raine’s) favorite story ideas and combined them into Jerry and Rex’s story. Developing from this story will be a sequel involving Keith (see I mentioned Keith) who is a character in Jerricho’s story. (P.S. Raine has fallen in love with Keith!)

And…my weekly Weds Briefs story will become a novel length story eventually.

I am very busy!! LOL.

Most important and serious of all the questions…What kinds of dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds?

The Klaus kind! (Klaus is Raine’s dachshund)

Thanks for stopping by! Tomorrow, the blog tour will visit the blog of Kia Zi Shiru.  Hope to see you there!


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Blurb: Shaney’s curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Hudson, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of him and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death?


Shaney peered cautiously around the aisle of junk peddled on late night television as items that that no one could live without. Yeah, right, Shaney snorted to himself. With anything but suave subtlety, he looked for his target through the open racks of clothes and tall shelves filled with shoes. Well, tall for him. Yes, he was short for a man. Hell, he was short for a pre-pubescent teenager. And in one of the cruelest twists of fate, at five feet six inches, Shaney was the shortest of his three siblings—three sisters, actually. Oh, yeah, as if that hadn’t been a wonderful childhood.

He sighed, reminding himself that he’d long ago come to terms with his lack of verticality—sort of. Silently, he slipped around the end of the shelf, moving slow and smooth, like the aforementioned cat. He worked his way toward the first rack of haphazardly piled shoes. Of course, he should straighten those up later. He stopped about ten feet from the rack, not daring to get any closer. As he peered through one of the shelves, he caught just a glimpse of his target’s red shirt. The man was rifling through the rack of sweatshirts.

If he could just get a bit closer, get a better look…

Shaney froze as the man—and, oh, what a man he was—walked out from behind that rack of shoes, a black sweatshirt in hand. Maybe if Shaney remained still, he wouldn’t be spotted out there in the open, drooling, because that was what he did when faced with the most gorgeous specimen of man known to humankind. The hunky man’s spiky black hair was longer on top and shorter on the sides. He had a five o’clock shadow at ten a.m. covering a strong jaw with—oh, hell—a dimpled chin and intense crystal blue eyes centered by the straightest, most slender nose ending over mouth-watering lips that were just waiting to be sucked and nibbled. That red T-shirt covered wide shoulders and biceps. Black jeans hugged a slim waist and caressed every single muscle with each confident, I-own-the-world step he took in black work boots. And talk about tall!

Shaney stopped breathing as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Hunky came down his aisle. The man’s blue eyes scanned the store looking from something or…someone?


Time ceased and the world narrowed as those eyes penetrated straight into Shaney’s soul, connected with his very essence, and awakened Shaney’s cock within his pressed chinos. Those forceful eyes were staring and, wait…frowning, as the man came straight at him! Panic seized Shaney’s body. Oh, fuck! He saw me staring and now he’s going to kill the cat! Damn, Todd for being right! Unable to break from the intensity of that unyielding gaze, Shaney started to scramble backwards with no regard for direction—just away from Mr. Tall, Dark, and Angry.  Shaney sprinted in reverse as the man raised his hand and pointed a finger.

“Hey. You.”

Even faced with imminent death, the man’s voice vibrated through every nerve in Shaney’s small frame. If he had to die, let his death be at the hands of this god.


Every cell in Shaney’s body followed the forceful order, but not before Shaney slammed into the shelf behind him. He gasped, the breath knocked from his lungs. He grasped for anything solid to hold onto as the useless treads of his sneakers slid on the waxed floor. Items rocked on the shelf, some toppling, others just threatening.

This is gonna hurt, Shaney thought and cringed until his hand finally grasped a shelf, and his other hand found purchase as well.

The enormous display shelf settled as Shaney struggled to steady his feet. He closed his eyes, sucking in large quantities of air. His hands vibrated against the steel of the shelf, unyielding in their death grip. The whoosh of blood in his ears cocooned him in silence and he almost forgot about…Shaney’s eyes popped open, and he jumped back in surprise to see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Angry right in his face. And next, as is standard humor in classic Saturday morning cartoons, something heavy fell out of the sky, landed on Shaney’s head, brought him to his knees, then flat on his face. The only thing missing were those annoying little chirpy bluebirds circling his head. He’d have to settle for stars.

Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour Giveaway!!

Shaney is so excited about his story being told that he is giving away some great prizes!

P.S. He’s really excited to give them away!


1- $25 Amazon Gift Card

2 Curiosity Killed Shaney Ebooks

2 of Maximus’ “Duct Tape” T-shirts

3 “Freeze Warlock” Coffee Mugs

2 $5 Amazon Gift Cards

Click here for pictures of Prizes

You can enter daily along the blog tour, as often as you like!

Enter Shaney’s Giveaway!

About JC Wallace

I have been writing all of my life, however it was just this year that I ventured out to be published. In my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.

I am owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. I live in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY






“Drawing the Devil” to be published by Sanhain Publishing

Samhain Publishing has contracted my contemporary western Drawing the Devil. It’s slated for release on Feb 3rd of 2015.. This will be my first full length novel, and I believe it will be published both in ebook and print. I’ll keep you posted as things progress, but here’s a short overview:

Dustin Lewis is a barely contained twenty-one year old bullrider who was thrown out at sixteen when his father found him with another boy. He spent the years since chasing the rodeo circuit and now is in contention to qualify for the National Finals Rodeo. Shane Rees is a twenty-five year old rodeo bullfighter (rodeo clown). Shane’s family tolerates his sexuality, barely. He knows the potential consequences of being gay among the rodeo crowd and keeps his sexuality a guarded secret. When combined with the scars years bullfighting have left Shane, he has little sense of self worth.

and…more to come.

Controller: Chapter 23

Wednesday Briefs

Another week, another flash! I hope you enjoy it. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 23

Jamie and Michael were making out, and they weren’t being subtle. Michael had his hand down the back of Jamie’s shorts while Jamie was dry humping Michael. We’d started out watching television, but they had moved to kissing and pawing. Somehow the action between them had gotten to the point where I thought they were going to be fucking in front of me any minute. They seemed oblivious that anyone else was in the room.

The worst part, I was hard as a rock and watching them more than the TV. Moans, sighs and the sounds of wet kisses filled the room. I could see the lump of Michael’s hand sliding up and down Jamie’s ass. It paused and a second later Jamie moaned loud enough to rattle the walls.

“Fuck, Michael. That’s what I need.”

I was beyond horny. Nothing else mattered but the hot couple in the beginnings of sex in front of me. By now they were crawling all over each other and it was pretty obvious that Michael was finger fucking Jamie. Right there, right in front of me.

I should have been offended. I should have told them to take it somewhere else, or took myself somewhere else. But I didn’t. Their tongues were fighting ferociously in each others mouths. Both of them were gasping for air. Jamie slid Michael’s shirt up under his armpits and started biting his nipple.

“That’s it bitch. Work on nipples,” ordered Michael.

Jamie chewed Michael’s nipples for a few minutes, then pressed his face into Michael’s blond furry arm pits. He buried in deep as he licked and slurped. I was too far gone to leave. The fact that my cock was just about to explode didn’t help me either.

Then, I was shocked when Jamie looked over at me, and winked.

What the fuck! What did that mean? By this time they were barely half dressed and the back of Jamie’s shorts were below his ass. I could see Michael’s slick fingers move in and out of Jamie’s bronze butt. I couldn’t resist any longer.

I stood and moved toward them, a huge wet spot on my shorts where my rock hard cock had been leaking the whole time. My shorts were tented out making my feelings abundantly clear. I laid my hand on Jamie’s exposed ass, and he moaned even louder. I looked at them and this time Michael winked at me and nodded down. I realized he was sinking two fingers inside Jamie.

They were going to fuck, and it looked like it was going to be a threesome. I slid my hand over Jamie’s exposed back. He turned to me, his dark hair falling across his face.

“Nate, kiss me.”

Every alarm in my body went off. I knew this was a bad idea. Eli and I are dating, we’re having great sex. Why would I throw that away. Why? Same reason guys have done stupid things since the beginning of history, thinking with the wrong head.

I knelt beside them and leaned in as Jamie leaned toward me. Our lips pressed together and there was a pleasant warmth that passed between us. Michael rose from under Jamie to add to the kiss. It was everything I thought I’d wanted, even Michael was a fantasy I’d never acknowledged. The two were asking me to join in, and—it was okay with them.

It was there, all the fantasy was there. The dark skinned beauty of Jamie, and Michael couldn’t have been any more the golden boy if he’d tried. They were hot, they wanted me to join them…and all I could think about was how cute Eli was. Eli, with his hairy butt and legs, hot temper and hawk nose. Even as my lips separated from Jamie’s I knew this wasn’t for me.

The tumbler in the door lock turned and a second later Eli stood staring at me with a look of horror on his face. He looked from the mostly naked couple beside me to my face which I was certain was bright red. My cock had wilted, but the huge wet spot wasn’t going away any time soon.

We froze. After a second, Eli slammed the door and I could hear him running down the hallway.

My brain churned and foolishly I looked toward Jamie and Michael. Their only response was a humorous smile and a shrug.

Fuck! I’ve screwed up a relationship with a great guy, for two people who couldn’t care less. How fucking stupid could I be…


If you’d like to see a snippet from the other Wednesday Briefs authors you can go to the groups website. Or click on the name listed below to go directly to the story.

Been to Costa Rica?

Hi everyone!

I’m working on a story that is primarily set in Costa Rica. I was wondering if anyone who’s visited would be willing to be a resource and answer a few questions. Nothing too serious, just to get some details that would be impossible to find otherwise.

If you’re in a position to help drop me a note at reddirtwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com


Controller: Chapter 22

Wednesday Briefs

Another week, another flash! I hope you enjoy it. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 22

I glanced over my shoulder for the twentieth time. It wasn’t dark, there were people everywhere, but I was still afraid. Maybe not afraid, but I didn’t trust anyone now. Who could have done that to us. Who could hate me so much just because I’m gay to want me dead.

I stopped and sat on one of the benches. I had to get control of myself. Eli was handling this whole thing better than I was, and Eli is tiny. Okay, maybe not tiny. But I’m bigger than him. He’d seemed more upset by the ruined door than by the message of hatred.

I took the message to heart and it was tearing me apart. Eli had suggested I go talk to one of the councilors on campus. The police and everyone else I’ve talked with had made the suggestion. The effect situation had on me must have been evident. It had been a week and I was still walking around in broad daylight constantly looking over my shoulder.

Someone sat beside me on the bench, and it took all my will to keep from sprinting in the opposite direction. Then I realized the woman sitting beside me was one of Eli’s friends. After a moment I met her eyes and Rachael smiled back at me.

“I hear you’re having a rough time. After the fire thing.”

I nodded slowly, not sure what to do next. Do I really want to talk about this?

“I know better than you might think, even if I’m just an ally. I am native, and I understand someone hating you for something you have no control over.”

My mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. I didn’t want to offend Rachael. I’d never categorized her as any particular race. To me her dark tan and ebony hair had just been part of being Rachael, I hadn’t associated it with being other.

“I hadn’t really…”

Rachael laughed at my stumbling attempt, but actually made me feel better. “You didn’t think about race, but some people do. Some people do—a lot.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Of course it’s stupid. Racism is stupid. Don’t get me started or I will share all my pent up frustration about the topic.”

I nodded but couldn’t think of what to say. Somehow it didn’t seem to apply to how I felt.

She watched me for a few minutes before starting to talk again. “You don’t see the connection. Bigotry is bigotry. Doesn’t matter if it is based on race or religion or—“ Rachael caught my eye, “—or the sex of the person you’re attracted to.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “I guess it has me shaken. I thought we were past this whole thing. I was wrong.”

She smiled at me. “That’s cool that you thought that. But the truth is thirty years ago they still considered being gay a mental condition. A lot of things have changed very quickly. Some people aren’t there yet. Some just crawled under their rocks and will never change. You have to be careful sometimes. You don’t want to give the rock crawlers a chance to hurt you, or someone you love.”

This was getting depressing. The breath I’d been holding was released in a sigh of defeat. “So I can’t be who I am. Eli and I can’t hold hands. I can’t kiss him in public. It’s not fair.” I dropped my head, feeling defeat flood me.

“No. Hell no! That wasn’t what I was saying.” She waited a minute before taking my chin in her hand. “Hey. Did you hear me? That wasn’t what I was saying.”

I shook myself out of my depression and met her eyes. “That’s what it sounded like.”

Rachael shook her head. “No. You have to live your life. If that includes kissing and hand holding then do it. Some people don’t do the PDA thing, and that’s cool too. You can’t live your life in fear of what might happen. Most people are great, some are assholes and a few are just dangerous. But who knows, you might cut someone off in a car and they go all road rage on you.”

I chuckled. “Well that’s a cheery thought.”

Rachael grinned back. “Yup, it is. And you already know at least one crazy is targeting you, so don’t be careless. But you can’t live your life in fear.”

I nodded, beginning to feel better. “I guess I can see what you’re saying, and you’re right. This whole last week has freaked me out.”

Rachael got a severe look on her face and cross her arms over her chest. “Well. Stop it!” She started chuckling.

I froze for a minute, then a smile eased across my face. “Yes, boss. I got it. I’ll dial down the paranoia.”

Rachael grinned and pulled me to my feet. “That’s right. And if you need it I can bring the whole dang rugby team to help out!”

If you’d like to see a snippet from the other Wednesday Briefs authors you can go to the groups website. Or click on the name listed below to go directly to the story.

“Crossfire” is being published!

Celebration time! Torquere Press will be publishing Crossfire in their Men in Uniform 2014 Anthology! I love Crossfire, it’s one of my favorites of the short stories I’ve written. I’m so happy to found a home.

Crossfire is a 10,000 word, contemporary male/male romance played out against a murder/kidnapping.
How’s that for a teaser? But it is a little different sub-genre for me.

I’ll keep you posted as it progresses. This is number two in the publication pipeline!

Controller: Chapter 21

Wednesday Briefs

Another week, another flash! I hope you enjoy it. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 21

Eli breathed softly, one hairy leg sticking from under the sheet as he slept. His dark hair went every direction. He never laid still for more than a few minutes before changing directions and his rumbled hair showed it. His mop couldn’t have gone more directions if he’d been standing in a tornado. I loved his sexy morning scruff, unlike my face baby butt smooth face.

Eli wasn’t subtle about anything. His huge rainbow flag dominated most of one wall while a couple of smaller bisexual pride flags guarded either side. One thing you had to give Eli, he was out. Even if most people were clueless about what the bi flags meant. Even though we lived in the best student housing, the room still had about as much charm as a prison cell, with windows that couldn’t be opened and plain white walls. Like everyone else, Eli covered the walls to make the room his.

I stopped the scenic tour I’d enjoyed several times before, and opened my computer. In the cool November morning I tugged a blanket around me and worked through my routine. E-mail and Facebook were taken care of pretty quickly. I checked the other web pages I frequented and then moved to the sites I’d just as soon Eli didn’t know I visited. I mean, I know everyone knows guys jerk off, but I didn’t want to hurt Eli. Finding me trolling for porn might make him feel bad. Or he might think it was hot.

I froze when Eli sighed and rolled to his stomach. The sight of Eli’s cute bare butt framed against the white sheet was sexy as hell. I had a lot of guilt about Eli sometimes. My emotions were still mixed about him, and Jamie. They were so different and each guy had their own issues. Eli was adorable, and such a crusader for everything, where Jamie had the whole dark and handsome thing going, and he was with Michael. I wished my feelings weren’t so mixed.

My hand slid into the front of my underwear and I played with my cock as I viewed some of my favorite websites. I was hard and leaking in an instant. Between the view of Eli’s hot ass and the sex happening on the screen in front of me, my climax was close. I stopped touching myself, not ready to finish. I found a hot scene with a bigger guy screwing the hell out of a small guy with a hairy butt. The expression on the bottoms face was pure ecstasy. The scene could have been Eli and I, well other than the fact neither of us had brought up the subject of anal sex.

I lost myself in the computer scene and my own pleasure, careful to keep the action where Eli wouldn’t catch me. After a couple of minutes, something kept nagging at the edge of my senses. Suddenly, the fire alarms sounded. I snapped my computer shut and tossed it into a chair as I ran to get Eli. He could sleep through anything.

“Eli! Get up and get some pants on. That’s the fire alarm!”

Eli woke that time and yanked a pair of bright red sleeping pants over his narrow hips. Reassured Eli was moving, I ran to the living room and yanked open the door—to a wall of orange flames.


I jumped back, slamming the door as I rushed to Eli. I hauled him into the living room about the time the whoosh of fire extinguishers filled the room and bits of foam began shooting under the door. We moved away. What the hell happened? My mind created a scene of chaos in the hallway. Minute crawled past in an unending trail until I heard.

“Okay, you should be able to open the door. Check and make sure your side isn’t hot.”

I tapped the metal knob a few times. Warm, nothing more. I opened the entrance to a hallway crowded with campus police and fire department, as well as most of the other people on our floor. Stunned, I asked the closest cop. “What happened?”

“We think someone squirted your door with lighter fluid and lit it.”

“Why would someone do that?”

Eli walked beside me and he tugged at my arm. “Nate…”

For the first time I paid attention to the partially blackened door—and the word spray-painted across the face.


If you’d like to see a snippet from the other Wednesday Briefs authors you can go to the groups website. Or click on the name listed below to go directly to the story.

Rut has been submitted

Rut, my contemporary/western/outdoors/hunting trip story was submitted yesterday. I should hear something by June 1st. I’m discovering 10,000-12,000 words is short for me. But I’m getting better at doing them. Anyway, fingers crossed.

Off to my cowboy submission that’s due in a month. Showstring watch out because here we go.

My fantasy novel from NaNoWriMo is starting to call to me to be edited. I’d really like for it to be a multi-volume set. I put a lot of time into building a cool magic system for that story. I’d like to use it more than once. 🙂

Guest Blogger – Chris T. Kat

Rare Shifters

Jon, thank you very much for having me. I’m here to talk about my new release, The Wolf and His Diva, a m/m shape-shifter romance which was published by Dreamspinner Press on March 12th.

In The Wolf and His Diva, the two main characters, George and Billy, have the ability to shift not only into one but two animals. Both of them can shift into foxes. George’s second form is a wolf whereas Billy’s second form is a red squirrel.

As I pondered about the various possibilities in which animals my guys could change into, I wondered why some of them haven’t been chosen so far? Or maybe I just didn’t discover them? Anyway, what about…

  • A badger? Or a skunk? Or a raccoon? I really love their marking and think it would make for some funny scenes. Well, as long as the skunk doesn’t get upset.
  • The slow loris. Doesn’t it look a bit like a baby Ewok in Star Wars? They sure have the cute look down. How about someone threatens the slow loris’ love interest? A slow loris produces a toxin that’s capable of death by anaphylactic shock. Sounds like a good idea to me. 🙂
  • Any kind of monkey. I don’t think I’ve read a shape-shifter book in the m/m genre that deals with a monkey-shifter. There are so many possibilities here that I’m curious why no one tried it. The monkeys could be portrayed as cute but also as dangerous if they’re in a situation in which they feel threatened. Hmm, plot bunnies…

What kind of shifter would you like to read about and why?


Pre-order link:

Dreamspinner Press:


George Owens is comfortable with his life just the way it is. A wolf- and fox-shifter, George leads a reclusive lifestyle with his energetic and diva-ish mate Billy, a fox-and squirrel-shifter.

George has no desire to take over leadership of the pack, despite his father’s wishes. Edward Owens is feeling his age and wants to make sure the pack is in good hands should he not be able to win his next challenge. However, George is adamant that he wants no part of it.

But events rock George from his complacency, and he realizes he has to take a stand and fight for what he cares about. If he remains in the past and cannot change in order to do what he must, he risks losing everything he loves.

Excerpt from Chapter Two (George is in his wolf-form):

Even though he didn’t expect an answer, George called, Billy!

He all but jumped out of his skin when something landed on his back. He let out a surprised bark and craned his head to see if a branch had fallen on him. He couldn’t find anything but caught a glimpse of something moving, accompanied by a featherlight motion on his back.

Relief flooded him when the movement ended between his ears, and two tiny paws grabbed the tips.

Hello there! Billy chirped.

Sheesh! You scared me to death! George growled.

Sorry! I was so surprised! See, I knew it would come in handy that my second form is a squirrel. I shifted during my fall and stopped rolling down farther. Unfortunately, I was covered in snow and decided to rescue myself on a tree to avoid more snow gluing to me.

You knew that? If I recall correctly, you whined for a whole week after you found out your second form is a squirrel, George replied.

Billy climbed down George’s head, turned around, and sat down slightly above George’s nose. Well, I wanted to be something cool too, and since the second form is often a larger animal, I was quite disappointed at first.

George’s eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the little red-furred squirrel. Billy, you know I hate it when you sit there.

Billy giggled but remained where he was. I love it when you get that odd look.

Either get up or get down, George grumbled.

The grumble held no heat, though. He was too happy that Billy wasn’t injured. His heart still pounded too fast in his chest, but he was sure it would take up normal activity soon.

Billy hastily climbed up and settled between his ears, his tiny paws again clutching them. Whee! Bring us home, my beloved!


Chris T. Kat

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.





Guest Blogger – Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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I’ve been asked several times to explain my inspiration for Blind Beauty. How does a fairy tale become something naughty? How did Blind Beauty become the second book in a series? Well, there were several factors involved.

  1.  I love fairy tales. Anything that involves magic and fantasy is at the top of my list, add to that romance (and some sizzling scenes) and you’ve got me enthralled.
  2. The Golden Cock. Have you read it? The Golden Cock was my first Naughty Fairy Tale and is now book 1 of The Witches’ Mischief Series. Initially, it wasn’t created to be a series, but the muse jumped in and started whispering naughty things in my ears.Loosely based on The Golden Goose, it introduces the witch Soussanna (which you’ll see again in Blind Beauty) and tells the story of Brielle and Vincent, a man with a very –er- special gift between his legs.
  3. A review. Yep, a reviewer (this one to be exact) was curious to know what happened to the baby girl at the end of The Golden Cock.  That got my wheels turning.
  4. Many of my stories start out with a single scene and the birth of The Witches’ Mischief series was no different. Shortly after reading the review mentioned above, I witnessed a scene between Soussanna and her daughter. I’m not going to go into details because that particular scene takes place in the future, but suffice to say, some things I didn’t know about Soussanna were revealed and the characters from Blind Beauty were mentioned. Questions arose. Who were they? What did they do? How did they meet Soussanna and her daughter? What was their story?
  5. Research. I knew there were two men that needed their story to be told, but what was it? There are many fairy tales circulating around the world, but only one matched James and Richard. (Can you guess which one? I’ll give you a hint, though it’s titled Blind Beauty it has nothing to do with Beauty and the Beast.)Furthermore, The Witches’ Mischief series takes places in fictional England during the Regency period, so that also required some investigation.
  6. The Muse steps in. I had the historical basis, the fairy tale that ran parallel to James and Richard’s story… all that was missing was for me to open my ears and let the boys tell their tale…

Note: Both Blind Beauty and The Golden Cock can be read as standalone novels!



James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.

Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength.  Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.

Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?

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Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.

“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.

“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”

Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a shiver.

“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily again.”

James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.

“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.

Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.

What would it feel like?

Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t want him. The thief. That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.