Cover Reveal for Razor!

JK_BeyondFairytales_Razor_BNRazor is reaching the end of the editing and today I’m so excited. Decadent Publishing orchestrated this mass reveal of the cover today. The list of all the participating authors is below. They are a great bunch!


James and Micah both face serious illness. Checking off things from their bucket lists, they find themselves drawn to a club like none they’d ever experienced. From the doorman’s leather kilt, to the waiter’s jockstrap uniform, they thought they had seen it all, when a tower of masculinity in leather and stainless steel walks onto the stage and turns the couples lives upside down and inside out.


Micah made the landing and stood watching James ascend. A few seconds later, he reached the top and looked around. They found themselves outside a door almost as dark as the night, set into a wall of cimmerian brick that disappeared into the gloom on either side. The doorman standing beside it was equally striking. He stood taller than James’s six feet, and wore only a black leather kilt and heavy boots that seemed to consume the lower part of his muscular legs. No one would dare challenge the man. His torso rippled in ways James had never seen before. His face was rugged, covered with a few days scruff trimmed precisely along his jawline. Before he could think of what they should do, the doorman spoke.

“Welcome to Razor. What’s your pleasure tonight?”

He stood speechless as the deep bass of the man’s voice resonated through the night. “The music. The music is wonderful. We caught it from a few blocks off and wanted to hear more.”

A smile emerged on the man’s face and changed him from executioner to guardian. “Of course, the music. You’ve found the right place. Just in time, too. Tonight is drawing to a close.”

He grasped the bronze door pull that was easily as long and thick as James’s forearm and opened the massive door with little apparent effort. He motioned them into the portal with a wave of his hand. “Go. Enjoy yourself.”


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New novel sent out!

My 2013 NaNoWriMo novel has finally been submitted. After a year of blood, sweat and tears…and more rewrites than I want to admit, Obsidian Sun is out for consideration. It was time. I switched between “I hate this” and “I love this” far too often in recent days as I worked on it. I do want to thank the people who volunteered to beta read the novel for me. Their feedback was much appreciated.

What is Obsidian Sun? Well it’s my first attempt at a fantasy novel. It’s a rescue novel set in an alternative Iron Age with a magic system based on symbiotic relationships revolving around roles based on spinning and weaving.

But for now, it’s time to pull out the next project and start editing. Obsidian Sun is out of my hands for at least a little while.

Speaking of…tomorrow (Dec 24) at 8am will be the cover reveal for Razor my Beyond Fairytales novella from Decadent Publishing.

Double Trouble: Chapter 23

Wednesday Briefs

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Chapter 23

Josh rushed around the kitchen, worried at what Trent might say when he wasn’t being supervised. He wasn’t the model of decorum anyway, and he still wasn’t sure how Trent felt about Danny’s teacher. They’d gotten off to a rocky start. He jumped a little when Benji rounded the corner.

“How’s the stuff coming? Trent looks about as happy as a cat in a dog pound.”

He chuckled and sat out the glasses and started filling them. “I about got it ready. I was trying to find something besides beer to drink.”

Benji grinned. “Give them one of those boxes of juice you give Danny and Sammy. That should be entertaining.”

“Somehow I don’t think the response would be all that good from Missy’s moms.”

“Maybe not. But I’ll take these out before Trent passes bottles of beer to everyone.” He grabbed the wooden tray and headed for the living room, and dead silence.

Josh scoured the kitchen for something they could serve. He opened the pantry doors, and saw the row after row of bags of cookies. He shrugged. At least it was something. He grabbed a big platter and dumped several bags of cookies onto it, arranged them quickly and then headed into the living room.

He sat the platter on the table and sat beside Trent.

“Debbie was just telling me how they managed to find this crazy conservative part of the country,” Trent said with his eyes crossing when he turned to Josh.

He squeezed Trent’s hand in warning. “Yeah not everyone can be lucky enough to be born in the backside of nowhere like I was. Trent was hitchhiking through and ran out of cash. All to my benefit of course.”

“That’s what I tell Rachel every morning. I have a job, she has a job and we have Missy.”

Josh took a drink of his lemonade, realizing that they weren’t automatically going to be friends just because we were gay couples. The silence built for several minutes as they sipped their drinks and nodded to each other. When the conversation started again, it was Debbie who was started it again.

“Yes, we met while we were in college. We both joined the gay-straight alliance on campus and ended up being officers. Once we worked past the hating each other thing, we started dating.”

“Oh yeah. We understand. It took a little time before Trent and I warmed up to each other. There were a few bumps in the road for us too.”

Trent rolled his eyes, but didn’t comment. The two women smiled knowingly. The tension was building again when Danny came in the room. He froze and stared at the adults.

“Hi, Danny. How are you today?

“Mrs. Anderson? Am I in trouble?”

Everyone smiled and Debbie waved her hands to dismiss his concerns. “No, no. Your dads’ invited us for some snacks and so Sammy and Missy could play.”

“Oh.” Danny scrutinized each of them in turn before shrugging. “Okay, I guess.” He looked at the platter of cookies and frowned. “Those my cookies?”

Josh looked at them for a moment before he realized what Danny was asking. “They are for the everyone, Danny. But they were in the cabinet.”

Danny grabbed a handful of cookies from the platter and took a bite from one. “They’re good. I checked ‘em out.”

Dread grew in Josh as Danny trotted out the door. He eased back to the group and smiled broadly. He took the edge of the platter and shook it. This time as he rattled the plate, he noticed small crescents out of maybe a third of the cookies. Time to explain to Danny about not putting food back into the bag after you’ve eaten from it.

Rachel picked up one of the cookies that had been taste tested and smirked at the boys. “I think I’ll pass on the cookies.”

Debbie grabbed one of the cookies and popped it into her mouth. She chewed on it for a few moments and shrugged. “Taste fine to me. I’ll have to get Danny’s recommendations.”

Before the conversation could progress any further, Sammy and Missy came into the room. All eyes turned to them when it became obvious that Sammy wanted to ask the adults a question.

“What’s up, sweetie?” Josh asked.

“Missy’s momma said they were going to a testicle festival at our house. What’s a testicle festival? Are we having some kind of party?”

Debbie began coughing at the question while Rachel’s face turned brilliant red. She managed to get herself under control and looked at her wife. “I think this is your turn to explain.”

Trent grinned but Josh covered Trent’s mouth. His gaze danced with amusement, but he nodded to Josh. He leaned forward, grabbed a handful of cookies and his drink. He leaned back and grinned. “This should be good.”

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Guest Post – Claimed By Love by Skye Jones

claimedbyloveClaimed By Love:

Release Date 22/12/14

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Blurb: Kayley Edwards has spent the last four years closing herself off after a vicious attack by her lover left her scarred and terrified. After fleeing her native Alaska, she ran the length of the country and began a new life in Miami far from her family and friends.

When her cousin and his friends decide to vacation nearby, he invites her to join them, saying he has important news. Determined not to let fear rule her life, Kayley agrees to meet with them, only to have her world turned upside down. His friends include the two gorgeous men who’ve haunted her dreams for months, kindling her desire, and challenging her to take a chance on love.

Pack alpha, Luke Johnson, has sensed Kayley in his visions for years. He and his mate, Sean Wallace, know she is meant to be theirs. But how will she react when she finds out the world they inhabit is one she never dreamed existed? As passions collide, Sean finds himself acting as a bridge between his strong willed alpha and a skittish Kayley. But can they break through Kayley’s defenses and convince her to join their family?

Just as it seems the three may have a future together, a ghost from Sean’s past strikes at the heart of their happiness. They must fight for everything they hold dear to win their chance at love.


Excerpt: Sean Wallace stood on the decking, looking out at the perfect blue ocean where white tipped waves crested and crashed onto the shore. As he closed his eyes and turned his face up to the warmth of the sun a tingle started deep in his spine. His mate had returned.

He turned with a smile as the front door opened and voices echoed in the large living space. Julie’s rapid-fire words drifted to him through the open patio doors only to be picked up by the wind and scattered out to sea. He didn’t move to go inside. He waited for Luke to come to him, loving the way his partner would always seek him out before doing anything else. His need to see Sean would be strong.

Sean and Will had spent the morning unpacking and exploring the huge family home the group rented. Luke had taken Julie and Taylor to meet the leader of the local shifter pack, a common courtesy when wolf shifters traveled into new territory. Sean found himself left behind as the designated babysitter for their newest member, Will. He suspected Luke had also left him behind to avoid any other shifters touching Sean. His mate could be as possessive as hell. He let the rest of the pack touch Sean, but if anyone outside the pack even so much as slapped Sean on the back, Luke would get a hard look in his eyes that meant trouble.

Not that Sean minded. He loved Luke’s possessive side. Their life was near perfect.

“Hey.” Luke’s deep voice sent another shiver skittering up Sean’s back. “Miss me?”

“Always.” Sean turned and buried his face in Luke’s neck. As he inhaled deeply, he heard Luke do the same.

Soft lips nuzzled at him, moving down until they found the mating mark he’d placed on him when they’d bonded. Luke’s tongue laved over the spot, dragging a low moan out of Sean. It always hit him deep in his belly when Luke paid attention to the sensitive area.

“How did it go?” he murmured as Luke continued his ministrations.

“Crappy. The guy was a pain in the ass,” Luke said with a quirk of his lips. “I mean literally. Dude had this big old set of stone thrones like something out of a movie, and he offered me the one next to him. My ass went numb about twenty minutes in.”

Sean waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe I’ll have to massage it later, bring it back to life.”

“Ass CPR?” Luke snorted. “Sounds…interesting.”


Author Bio: Author Bio: Skye Jones is an erotic romance author who loves a sexy, tortured hero. Her first story was about a talking hobby horse, but she’s moved on since then. Now she likes to write about that moment when lust and love meet head on.

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Guest Post – Saving Sultan by Jennah Scott

BeyondFairytales_SavingSultan_JennahScott_300x450Saving Sultan

by Jennah Scott

Dillon Sultan never imagined he might some day lose Sultan Ranch. He’s got one month to find the money needed to keep bank from taking his family’s land. One month to find a miracle.

Liam Callahan hasn’t talked to his best friend since the night they kissed six years ago. Now he’s got a chance to make things right and catch the man of his dreams. But first, he has to help Dillon figure out a way to keep Sultan Ranch.

But when Dillon’s family is betrayed, and he learns that Liam hasn’t been totally honest with him, will he lose everything that matters most?


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Liam glanced at the letter in front of him once more. Patrick Sultan was four months behind on his mortgage, and the bank was ready to take everything.

To Liam, Patrick was a surrogate father. One he couldn’t figure out how to help. He hated seeing the official notice in his in-box this morning. What had started as a good day went downhill thirty seconds after he opened his e-mail. Liam wasn’t a loan officer, but he did work with Patrick on his personal banking accounts. For that reason, he kept his finger on the pulse of the business accounts as well. He pulled up the old man’s personal information once he’d read the letter. Empty. The next balance he checked could have resulted in immediate termination. The customer wasn’t assigned to him. In his position, he had access to everyone’s information, but he wasn’t supposed to view anything without the holder’s authorization.

Dillon Sultan would not give him the okay. Of that, Liam was sure. Even with the risk, he entered the ten-digit number and called up the current total balance. He was still staring at the four figures when the phone echoed through the office.

“Liam Callahan, how can I help you?”

The person on the other end cleared his throat. The deep voice that followed made his heart stop. Not skip a beat, but a dead stop. Skipping would have been too easy to recover from.

“Liam, it’s Dillon. Sultan.”
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Guest Post – Grenzen by Chris McHart

Grenzen smallerPublisher: MLR-Press

Length: 24000 words

Genre: Contemporary, BDSM, Holiday, Outside US

A portion of the royalties from December’s sales of Never Wrong and Grenzen will be donated to Lost-n-Found Youth in Atlanta.



When work requires Ryan to leave behind warm and sunny Arizona for cold and snowy Germany, he decides to visit the famous Nuremberg Christmas Market where he meets sexy Julian.

But Julian isn’t an average guy, he’s a Dom. And he wants Ryan to be his sub.

That’s something Ryan has dreamt of, but never admitted to anyone, not even himself. With Julian it suddenly becomes possible.

But what happens once Ryan has to go home, especially since he’s developing feelings for Julian?

There isn’t a future for a relationship if you’re half a world apart…


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Author Bio

Chris McHart is from Germany and while an accountant, writing is Chris’s real passion. Chris likes to spend time with family and has way too many animals that demand constant attention. Chris also enjoys landscaping and cooking.

Whenever Chris has a free minute, it’s spent writing on a laptop, a cup of coffee in hand, deeply lost in the world Chris’s muses have created.

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Double Trouble: Chapter 22

Wednesday Briefs

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Chapter 22

Josh glanced up as the vacuum cleaner roared into action. He found Trent working it across the floor as if he were a super hero battling all evil in the world. The grim look on his face did little to deter the impression.

“Are you going to sterilize the barns too? Cause if you are, I have a list of other things you can do.”

Trent glared at Josh. “I just want everything to be clean. I don’t want it to look like some frat house.”

“You do realize this is a play date for a couple of five year olds?”

Trent started to say something but clamped his lips closed. The vacuuming was even more frantic than it had been before he said anything. Josh shrugged his shoulders and focused on the work in front of him. He had blocked out the noise of Trent’s preparations, but slowly realized Danny was standing beside him. Josh fought to keep from laughing. His head was covered with a red bandana, but somewhere he had gotten a ruffled apron that he’d put on and it hung to his ankles. Josh swallowed and pushed back the laughter.

“What’s up, Danny?”

“Daddy said to dust, but I think I’ve dusted everything already.”

Josh got a sinking feeling that Danny had been literal again. He tried to remember if he and Trent had asked the kids to help before…and he couldn’t.

“Where did you dust, Danny?”

“Me and Sammy’s room.”

“Why don’t you show me.”

“Okay. Come on.”

They made their way down the hallway and Danny pushed open his door. Josh stood and looked at the room, torn between rolling on the floor in hysterical laughter, and being horrified.

“Danny, what did you dust with?”

“Flour. I didn’t think Daddy would want me putting real dirt on everything.”

Josh fought desperately to keep from smiling as he surveyed the room. Every surface that could hold it was covered with a film of white. It reminded Josh of a ghost’s room in a cheap B movie. “Nope, I’m sure he’ll be glad you didn’t use real dirt. I think I better get Daddy and Sammy so they can see.”

He walked down the hall and stood watching Trent put the finishing touches on the room. He finally turned, saw Josh and his face fell. “What’s wrong?”

“What did you tell Danny to do?”

“I told him to dust his room.”

“And who is the most literal person on the planet, other than you.”


Josh could tell Trent was going through the possibilities. His head dropped to his chest after a few moments. “Please tell me he didn’t cover his room with dirt.”

“Nope. He thought you wouldn’t like it if he used real dust.”

Trent ran his fingers through his hair. “So instead he used?”


“Oh, hell.” Trent spun and started down the hall. But Josh grabbed his arm.

“Trent, it looks like he really worked hard to do what you asked him to do. Don’t come down on him.”

Trent studied Josh and then shrugged. “You’re right. I know I have to be careful how I ask for things. This time I screwed up.”

“Oh, God. Danny! You’re in so much trouble,” said Sammy.

Josh and Trent sprinted down the hallway. They jerked to a stop and a soft gasp eased from Trent as he looked around the room.

“Holy hell.”


Josh and Trent looked down to find the concerned face of their son. “Daddy, I in trouble?”

Trent stepped inside the room and a little cloud of white whirled around his boot. He reached over and picked up Danny and turned to look over the room. “It’s not your fault, Danny. Daddy should have explained better. I really meant for you to take a dust cloth and wipe the stuff clean. But we’ll all pitch in and clean this up in no time.”

The front door opened and Benji stepped through. He toed off his boots and saw the rest of the family standing in the hallway. “Hey, a car just turned into the driveway and are headed toward the house. What are y’all doing anyway.” He moved until he could see the bedroom. “Ah, shit.”

Josh smiled lopsidedly. “Apparently they’re going to meet the real us.”


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