Seeing Vincent

The very first time I put Vincent on the page, he wasn’t much of anything.  He just kind of jumped on there as a no-nonsense guy, whom everybody wanted to please, and who got shit done efficiently.  That first time, when I wrote him, I thought maybe we’d see him again in the book, coming in to direct another episode.  And then the book turned into a series, and when he showed up again, I knew we’d been seeing a lot more of him.  I knew, one day, Vincent would have his own story.  I never thought he’d fall in love with Dan.

Here’s the thing, and I know I’ve at least mentioned it before, Vincent looks like someone in my life.  And once I put that face on the character, I couldn’t shake it.  Which is not a bad thing. Trust me, Vincent is hot.  But I had plans for him that didn’t include Dan.  He had a different love.  Until that dream, where Vincent was with Dan, and a discussion with the Admiral made it all crystal clear.

And then I had to convey Vincent solely through Dan’s perception.  We only see Vincent how Dan does (which is pretty much how I see him, I’ll admit) and I had to attempt to show all the sides of him.  I tapped into a few of his real life counterparts personality traits as well, but made them solely Vincent’s so he is a wholly a construct of my mind.  And with the dash of reality mixed in, I think I have a pretty great character.  I hope I did him justice on the page.  I want you all to love him as much as I do.  As much as Dan does.

And you can watch Dan fall in love with Vincent on December 13th!


Writing Dan

Almost always, I write in first person past tense.  There are a lot of reason for this which I won’t go into here (that’s another post).  But what it means is that, sometimes, I have trouble figuring out who the narrator is going to be.  Sometimes, I can see different scenes from both guys’ POVs, and I have to really sort down and decide on who is going to tell us the story, which one is better.

Other times, it’s obvious right from the start to me who is going to narrate.  And that was the case with Dan.  From the very beginning, way back when I was still writing Something Like Hope and he was nothing more than a side character with only the barest hint of possibility of him having his own story, he had an incredibly strong voice.  I knew him and how he would react to any given situation.  Well, I thought he was straight, but other than that… 😀

So it was obvious to me that Dan was going to be the POV character.  This would be his story of falling in love.  And through the many incarnations his story went through, that never changed.  And I tried to write all the bits about his character that I found the most appealing.  His strength and his caring and his compassion.  His sometimes silly and goofy moods.  His sometimes ability to get easily distracted.  His huge capacity to love.  He’s certainly not perfect, but he’s lovable, and I tried very hard to show it.

I hope you’ll give Dan a chance to tell you his story.  Something Like Peace releases December 13th!


Chekhov’s Gun

I just realized that Daniel Jacobs is Chekhov’s gun.

You know the principle, right?  You show the gun in the first act, give a glimpse of it in the second act to remind the audience, and then use it in the third act.  Dan was introduced in the first book, I purposely put him in some key scenes in the second book so that readers would remember he exists, and then he finally gets his romance in the third book.

Okay, so it’s probably a lose interpretation of the dramatic principle.  But it still applies.  If you read all three books.

Now each book in the series stands alone.  You can read any of them without prior knowledge, and you’ll still get all the information you need.  There was a line I walked when writing the second and third books to give the reader everything they needed to know, without getting too repetitive for any reader who had read previous books.  I think I did okay.

So whether you read all three books, or jump right into the last one, if we’re going with the Chekhov’s Gun analogy, then this is the book where Dan goes off.

And he does it in spectacular fashion.

Something Like Peace released December 13th from Amber Allure.  Watch this space for buy links.


Coming Soon!

Something Like Peace release in one week!  *throws confetti*

December 13th, you’ll be able to get it from Amber Allure.  I’ll post buy links when they become available.  But in the meantime, how about a cover and a blurb?


Unofficial blurb:

For actor Daniel Jacobs, accepting he’s gay is easier than he expected.  But actually acting on the attraction he’s just begun to acknowledge proves more difficult. Fortunately the very sexy Vincent Stevens is willing to introduce him to all he’s been missing, but Dan’s not sure a fling with his TV show’s sometime director is wise.


Throwing caution to the wind, Dan seeks out what Vincent has to offer and before he knows it, he’s in over his head. When Vincent experiences a health scare, he’s not sure how to take Dan’s fussing.  They are starting to find their way toward more, but it will only work if they can recognize the peace they bring one another.


Flash Fic Friday

Flash Fic Friday

**As promised, here’s the second episode in Garrett and Andrew’s continuing saga.  Let’s join them as they finish decorating the tree.  Oh and also?  NSFW!!**

“Tell me about this one.”

I chuckled but didn’t turn from where I was hanging an intricate glass snowflake on one of the upper branches. “Not every one has a story,” I said gently.  I loved that Andrew was asking.  He’d really done his best to get into the spirit of decorating the tree.  Mostly that entailed him unwrapping ornaments and handing them to me to hang on the tree.  And once I told him the stories surrounding the first couple of ornaments, he’d asked after each one.

“I bet this one does though,” he said, and I heard the amusement in his tone.  I turned to see which one he had, and a grin broke out on my face.

My name spelled out in polymer clay, each letter a different color of the rainbow.  The G was a little fatter than the rest of the letters, and the last T was a bit off kilter.  The ribbon hanging  between the two R’s was tattered but still strong, yellowed with age and no longer the pristine white it had once been.  I took it reverently from Andrew’s fingers and turned to place it gently on the tree, front and center, in it’s usual place of honor.

“My mom made me that one,” I said, tracing the letters with a finger.  “I was ten.  She was trying to let me know it was okay to tell them who I was.”

Andrew’s arms  slid around my waist, and he pressed a kiss on my temple even as he snugged me back against his chest.  “Do you get your love of Christmas from her?”

I blinked.  Not the question I’d been expecting.  But I knew Andrew was still working on being comfortable with a family that was so accepting.  It was a foreign concept, one he had no first hand knowledge of, and I had to be patient while he made peace with it.  I settled back against him and answered him.

“Actually, no.  Mom likes the holidays just fine.  But my utter love of all things Christmas came from my dad.”

Andrew let out a startled laugh, and I could tell what he was thinking even before he spoke.  “Stoic, grumpy Garrett Senior loves Christmas?”

I turned my head far enough so I could see his face, and then gave him a huge grin.  “Oh yeah.  Not that he says it out loud or anything.  But Dad’s the one that taught me decorating the tree so early, decorating everything that stands still actually.  Dad’s the one that will be playing Christmas music from now until Christmas Day.  And don’t even get me started on his movie collection.”

Andrew was completely nonplussed.  It was all over his face. I did my best to rein in my mirth.  I didn’t want him to think I was laughing at him.  Instead, I pulled out of his embrace, then took his hand and tugged him back a few steps so that we could see the entire tree.  I let out a deep, content sigh.  It was beautiful, and I loved the way it looked in the corner of our small but cozy living room.

“Looks pretty damn good,” Andrew murmured.  He slid his hand up over my shoulder and into my hair, and I all but melted.  It was gorgeous, and I was so happy.  But what made it so beautiful, what made this tree so special, was that we had done it together.

“You know,” I began, turning into him until I could straddle his thigh.  I bit my lip as I looked up at him through my lashes. “I’ve always had this fantasy.”

He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose, and I watched as his pupils dilated, the black swallowing up the brown.  He grabbed onto my waist and pulled me in closer.  “Is that so?” he asked, his voice dipping lower.  I fought a shiver.  “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

There were about a dozen things I could have said.  I could have made the words sweet and flowery.  Made it seem like it was a celebration or a necessity.  But I couldn’t think when he was looking at me like that, so I went with the bald truth.  “I’ve always wanted to get fucked on the floor, next to a lit up Christmas tree, by the man I love.”

Like magic, I was naked, and an equally naked Andrew was biting at my lips at the same time he was trying to guide me down to lay on the rug by the tree.  It was a more difficult task than he envisioned, I think, because I had to shoo him off to get lube in order to get the job done.  He ran, and when he returned, I was spread out and wanting, my knees drawn up and showing everything off.  Andrew’s moan was deep and heartfelt. He pounced, his kisses devouring and powerful, even as he pushed slick fingers into my body.  I wasn’t usually a passive lover, but all I could do was spread my knees wider and take it.  I loved it when he got growly and aggressive, but it was made even better by the sparkling multi-colored and white lights on the gorgeous tree.

But the tree couldn’t hold my interest for long.  Not with Andrew methodically fingering my hole, making me whimper and whine and damn near beg for it to be his cock instead.  Finally, he took pity on me, and moved between my legs, hooking one arm underneath my knee and positioning us just right.  I felt the head of his dick bump against my hole, then push ever so slightly without breaching me.  I whined in the back of my throat, and Andrew gripped my hair in his fist, then tugged and turned my head so I could see nothing but the tree.

With one long, forceful thrust, he slid into my body and I just howled.

Andrew’s rhythm was solid and quick right from the start.  Every time I tried to turn my head to look at him, he tightened his grip on my hair.  I scrambled for purchase, my fingers digging into his shoulders, arms, and hips.  Anything I could get a hold of.  Andrew knew how to play my body, and he knew all the best spots.  He could have me whining and begging for hours, drawing out our pleasure, until I nearly exploded with my release.  That didn’t seem to be his goal tonight.  Instead, he went right for the angle he knew would drive me wild, and that coupled with the hair pulling and the tree, I was ready to come embarrassingly fast.  I tried to hold it back, but Andrew grabbed onto my cock with a sure grip, rubbed his thumb on my frenulum at the same time he thrust in hard and growled at me.

I was a goner.

My entire body contracted as I came, shooting spurt after spurt of cum all over his hand and both our stomachs.  I was helpless as the orgasm racked my body, but as soon as I had my wits back, I squeezed my ass muscles at the same time I wiggled my hips.  Andrew had been close already, and that was enough to throw him over.  I held him as he shook and came, and then pulled him on top of me so he would stay in my ass when he was done.

I kissed his sweaty hair, his ear, his neck.  He nuzzled and kissed right back.  When he started to go soft, he reached down and touched my hole as he slid out so he could feel his cum on my skin.  It was something he’d done ever since the first time we’d gone bare; the night he’d moved in.  I spread my legs as far as they would go so he’d have plenty of time to play.

“I love you,” I murmured, then gasped as he slid his fingers into my tender ass.

“I know. I love you too.”  Suddenly he looked up, and a grin bloomed on his lips.  “Decorating the tree was the best idea we ever had.”

I could do nothing but laugh, and pull him close.


‘Tis the Season

For holiday Flash Fics!

Okay, so here’s the scoop:

See, normally when I have a release, the following 3 or 4 Fridays have flash fics that feature the new guys so everyone can see a little bit of what happens next.  I love writing those fics, and I love exploring my boys’ continuing lives.

Something Like Peace releases on December 13th.  I’m so super excited to share this story with you, and I hope you love these guys as much as I do.  (I love all my boys, every one of them, but these two really and truly have a special place in my heart)  And usually, the following Friday the 18th would be their first fic.  But it’s not going to happen.  Their continuing saga will begin the first Friday of the new year, January 1st,  and continue on from there.

Why am I putting them off for two weeks?  Well that’s a great question!  And the answer is: we’ve got something else going on this December.

Last week, we met two guys who were having a rough start to their holiday season.  A fight led to hurt feelings, and a tender and heartfelt apology started the healing process.  When I wrote it, I honestly thought it was a one-off.  A standalone flash.  I mean, the guys didn’t even have names!  But there was more to the story, and I want to tell it.  So join me in following along on the rest of Garret and Andrew’s holiday journey.  Tune in tomorrow for Episode 2…and if you missed it, you can read Episode 1 here.