Here's to the Holidays!

Thanks to everybody who got a copy of my book! And thanks to the cast of Supernatural for having the guts to wear these things in public. And what's in your closet? Enjoy the season, everyone!

Publication Day!

It's here! His Super Neighbor is now available at Evernight Publishing, Amazon, Bookstrand, and probably Barnes and Noble. I didn't look over there yet. Hope you like it! And hope Lon doesn't sue me over his portrayal in the scene set at the comic book store. I got everybody's permission first, honest.

Cullen Braithwaite has two obsessions—a massive crush on Grant Guthrie, his handsome neighbor across the street, and drawing comic books. Grant has one obsession—protecting his ten-year-old nephew from his sister’s abusive ex. The two meet and romance blossoms. Then Cullen draws Grant into a comic book story, publicly exposing him to a dangerous stalker. With real-life evil closing in, one of them will have to learn to unleash his inner hero.

Be Warned: m/m sex

you can get it here

It's a Bird ... It's a Plane ... It's New Cover Art!

Check it out! The cover art for His Super Neighbor is here! I love the comic book aspects of it, totally in keeping with the story, and the fact the guys finally have heads. The book itself will be out either November 30 or December 4. I'll be sure to keep you posted!

For those of you expecting another fantasy/paranormal/shapeshifter story from me, I want to warn you ahead of time this is a contemporary. No real superheroes, mutants, metas, or strange beings from another planet here. Just two men living across the street from each other in suburban New Jersey. There is a real hero in the book, and you'll see who at the end.

The only thing that worries me is that little cartoon guy in the corner looks a bit too much like Superman. Nobody let on to DC Comics, m'kay?

Fanfic Flash

Every now and then I get into a silly writing mood. Then things like this happen. Things that will never happen on the show for obvious reasons. That’s what fanfic’s all about. Hope this brings a smile to your face.

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The sounds of thumps and crashes from one of the bunker’s storerooms brought Sam Winchester on the run. He found his brother Dean in the center of the room, surrounded by a litter of open boxes, chests and scattered manila folders, a befuddled look on his face. Sam automatically reached for his gun. Maybe they had a poltergeist. Wouldn’t be the first time. “You all right?”

Dean whirled on him. “What the hell’s going on?”

He didn’t look hurt, so Sam took his hand off his gun and relaxed. “Are you drunk again?”

Dean snorted. “Hell if I know. I found this bottle of something and—” He held up an empty bottle, then stared at it as if surprised to find it in his hand. “The hell is this?”

“Here, let me see that.” Sam held out his hand. Dean handed the bottle over and went back to poking through the accumulated Men of Letters memorabilia still on the shelves. It was as if he’d forgotten Sam was there.

Sam examined the bottle. “There’s some kind of sigils on the label.” Dean didn’t answer. “Dean?”

Castiel came up behind him. “I heard noises. Is there a problem?”

Sam inclined his head toward Dean, who turned at the sound of Castiel’s voice. He stared at Cas. “Who the hell are you?”

Cas glanced at Sam. “Is he drunk again?”

“I don’t think so.” He passed the bottle on to Cas. “Can you read this label?”

“Let me see. Ah. It is, or was, water from the river Lethe. The river of forgetfulness in the Grecian underworld.” The two of them looked toward Dean. “I think I know what happened.”

Dean stared back. “The hell’s going on?”

“Yeah, me too.” Sam sighed. “Know anything about an antidote?”

“Not offhand. Why don’t we leave him this way?”

“What? Are you out of your—”

Castiel stepped forward. “You,” he said to Dean. “You want to know what’s going on?”

“Hell yeah.”

“I’m the master of this household. This is my colleague. You are the housekeeper. You have a habit of getting into things better left alone.”

Dean only looked a little contrite. “Uh … sorry?”

“Not good enough. You’ll have to be severely punished. Go to the room at the end of the hall, take off all your clothes, and wait for me.”

“Um … yeah, okay.”

Dean left the room and headed down the hall. Sam stared after him, uneasy. “Uh … Cas …”

“Don’t worry, Sam. I’m sure there’s an antidote somewhere. Try the Grecian section on that shelf over there. In the meantime, I’m going to have some fun. He owes me for several years of disrespect and verbal abuse.”

“Oh…kay.” Sam considered the matter. “Hey, when you’re done … clean him up and send him to the kitchen. Have him cook dinner. I could go for some chicken and rice.”

Forewarned is Forearmed

Hi! I know, it's been a while. Been busy. Anyway, I thought I'd stop in and get the promo ball running early. I'm finally going to have a new release out from Evernight, probably in January. Kicking the New Year off right!

I also want to warn everybody now that this new book is a bit of a departure for me. Up until now I've been writing paranormal/shapeshifter stories, with the occasional SFF thrown in. However, this new one is a contemporary. Modern, real-life setting with average, true-to-life characters. Not a single shifter in the bunch. The plot deals with comic books, and there are heroes, but NO superheroes wielding superpowers in the cast. Real life has enough supervillains running loose in the streets.

It's still an M/M story. That part hasn't changed.

It's been a while--like,ever--since I've written a story with characters who don't have powers and can't turn into anything. And y'know what? I had fun. Because people are people, whether they have superpowers or not. Whether they're Spider-Man or Average Joe, they're going to oversleep, catch a cold, argue with some dork at work and just possibly fall in love. Stories are about people, not powers. The people without powers just have to find different coping mechanisms.

Don't worry, I'm not on a true-life kick. I've already finished another story, and this one has shapeshifters in it. And pro wrestlers. Talk about fantasy.

I'm getting myself back on track. With a little effort on my part, I might even get more stories out on a close-to-regular basis. But not necessarily blogs. Hey, I'm not Wonder Woman. Just ask the hubs.