My Newest Book: Shadow’s Edge


Anyone who follows me knows I don’t like to write only one kind of story. Sometimes I’m not sure that’s the greatest career move, but it does keep things new; for me and the reader. However at the base of all my stories is romance. I can’t seem to write anything that isn’t ultimately about two people, going through whatever it is they’re going through, falling in love and triumphing over the challenge.

This latest is about a guy who has psychic abilities. Liam is grieving the loss of his boyfriend while helping the police solve a stubborn serial killer case. His unofficial partner is tough, and rumpled Detective Kimball Thompson, a twelve year veteran of the force.

While the two men are very different, they both share the same passion to get this murderous monster off the streets.

This one will be out January 21, 2017! Be on the look out. 🙂


Liam Baker can see things. Dead people like to visit him and tell them how they were wronged. Some might call it a gift, other’s a curse. But either way this ability makes him useful to Los Angeles homicide detective Kimball Thompson.

Some madman is slitting the throats of young male prostitutes and then dumping their bodies in the desert with vague clues of pink feathers and the number five. Usually Liam can talk to the spirits of the dead. But someone is blocking him. Someone is taunting him.

The case is rapidly deteriorating into a violent, psychic pissing contest and Liam can’t see far enough ahead to figure out who wins or who dies.


Thompson pushed one of the shot glasses toward me. “Drink up.”

Scowling, I shook my head. “No.”

He leaned forward and his light gaze was serious. “One drink isn’t going to kill you.”

“Why do you want me to drink?”

He shrugged. “I want you to loosen up a little. You’re wound as tight as the queen at an IRA meeting.”

I laughed in spite of myself. “I’m not that fun when I’m loose. You need to trust me on this.”

“I’m not saying get wasted. It’s one shot.” His smile was warm and coaxing. He unusually reserved that charm for reluctant witnesses and his captain. “Come on. I want to get to know you better.”

You do?

The cops at the bar were looking over and sniggering every now and then. I was surprised Thompson didn’t seem to care. Most hardened macho cop types treated me like I had cooties. None of them were in a hurry to go out drinking with me that was for sure. I was lucky if they didn’t glare at me when I arrived at a crime scene. I wasn’t sure why they seemed to dislike me so much really. It wasn’t like I was after their jobs. Maybe it was simply that the unknown bothered them because they didn’t understand it.

“Why?” I asked quietly.

His brow wrinkled. “Why what?”

I looked at the tequila shot and then back at him. “We’ve been solving cases together for three months. Why all of a sudden do you want to know me better?”

He sipped his beer and fingered his untouched shot. Then he said, “We work together.”


He shrugged and dropped his gaze. “Look, I should have taken the time long ago. But you’re kind of touchy and I didn’t bother for whatever reason.” He lifted his eyes to mine. “The more we work cases together, the more I realize I respect what you do. Because of that I want to know more about you. Is that a crime?”

His sincerity was like a warm blanket as it washed over and through me. I shivered at the intensity of the feelings it drummed up in me. Confused by the strange sensations I was experiencing, I grabbed the shot and took a sip, coughing as the bitter liquid slid down my throat.

He smiled and threw his shot back in one gulp. Then he licked his lips and that shiver rippled through me again. What the fuck was going on with me? My cock throbbed gently between my legs as he watched me intently. If I didn’t know better, I would say we were having a moment. A sexual moment. But this was Thompson and I didn’t have moments with guys like him. Or anyone for that matter lately.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked softly.

I just stared at him uncertain of what to say and hoping he couldn’t tell what was going on inside of me.

He leaned back against the booth. “Why do you suppose Samuel didn’t talk to you tonight?”

That was still bugging me too. “I’m not sure.” I touched my throat as I remembered the choking sensation that had come over me at the crime scene. It had almost felt as if the presence of the murderer was there instead of Samuel’s.

“Has that ever happened before?”

“You mean the dead person not talking to me part?”


“Sometimes if the body is moved from where the murder took place, it’s like the soul stays behind where they died.” I swallowed. “But from the amount of blood and…” I shook my head. “I think that was definitely the crime scene.”

“Me too.” He cleared his throat. “Have you always had the ability to talk to…?”

“Dead people?” I guess maybe he really was interested in who I was. “Yes. But it’s gotten stronger with age.”

“I hate to picture you as a kid seeing the gruesome shit you do.” He bit his lip.

“I didn’t. Well, at least not at first.” I swallowed hard. “I used to just get feelings about stuff. Like maybe someone was beside me when no one was there.”


“Yeah.” I sipped my shot some more, actually enjoying the heat that was settling in my stomach now. “Then I started actually seeing things that weren’t there. Or at least I was the only one who knew they were there.”

“Like what?”

I laughed. “There was this one guy, I think he was in a gang and his own guys popped him. He would hang outside the front of the Popeye’s Chicken in town, bitching about how he was betrayed and stuff. He was one of the first ones I really heard clearly.”

Thompson grinned. “Popeye’s Chicken is delicious. If I ever get murdered, that’s where I’m hanging out too.”

We held each other’s gaze, smiling a little longer than usual. I looked away first. “Anyway, I started noticing spirits more and more, especially the ones who died violently.” To be more accurate I should have said they started noticing me noticing them. It was as if the second they discovered I could see and hear them, they were desperate to tell me stuff. Sometimes I pretended I couldn’t hear them just so I could ignore them in peace.



The Dangers of Never Being Lazy.

I’ve had a very busy beginning to my writing career. If I don’t have edits to work on or something either being published, or submitted every month I feel as if I’m slacking. I think it stems from my father who tends to be a man never content with what has been accomplished. There was rarely a moment of “Yes, look at us, we’ve accomplished this thing.” No,  it was always more about “Onward! We have people to see and places to go!” Rarely a moment of enjoying having reached a goal. I guess I developed a sort of hamster on a wheel out look to life. Hurry, hurry. Someone else is going to get all the alfalfa pellets!

The way I was raised has actually made me a person who is afraid of down time. That is dangerous, especially to creative types. How do you come up with fresh and interesting  ideas if you never take the time to watch a movie or read a book? These are the things that inspired you originally to become a writer and now you have no time for them because you are WORKING HERE!

The good thing is I’ve started noticing this in myself. I’m trying to enjoy the little things in life more and not be guilty because I’m not working at all times. Even machines will over heat, and break if you never turn them off. And if you never take time off you will suffer, and so will your writing. Yes, I still feel the initial twinge of distress as I close my WORD program for the evening. But I find itlazy-qoutes-photo easier to ignore the more I do it. I’ll admit I keep my laptop open so I could write if I wanted. It’s a weird little psychological game I play with myself. But it seems to work.

So I guess what I’m saying is; you’ll actually never get everything done if you don’t stop working. Crazy, huh?




Today I have the pleasure of welcoming Whitley Gray to my blog! I’ve enjoyed all of her books and look forward to anything neWG_EB_RabbitWars_coverlgw she publishes. I thought it would be fun to interview her characters Jeff and Ash from her newest book Rabbit Wars from Loose Id. 

First of course we want a taste of what we are in for so here is a blurb from her latest.


After two months in Dubai supervising a construction project, architect Jefferson Fontaine returns home to find his boyfriend boffing the dog walker. Reeling, Jeff grabs his dignity and departs. The arrival of a mysterious wicker box and a letter requesting Jeff’s presence for the reading of a local entrepreneur’s will sends Jeff to his hometown of Crooked Creek, Colorado. The last thing he expects is to encounter an old flame who disappeared fifteen years ago.

After high school, Ashton Eiker hoped to start a future with the boy he loved, but his world crashed when Jeff refused to bring Ash along with him to college. Ash ran from the rejection, but returned to Crooked Creek a year ago, bringing his confectionary talents and opening a chocolate shop. When the great uncle of a childhood friend names Ash in his will, he could hardly anticipate getting a helping of his past in the mix.

The Interview:


  1. Ash, what is your full name and occupation? Ashton Eiker. I’m a chocolatier, and own Chocolate Suite in Crooked Creek, Colorado.
  2. Jeff same question. Jefferson Fontaine. I’m an architect, and currently between jobs.
  3. Ash, would you ever consider and is it even possible to create the delicious things you do in a sugar free low fat version? Funny you should ask. Jeff’s housekeeper Oneida asked me the same thing. She’s holding me personally responsible for her “winter hibernation” ten pounds. Right now, I’m experimenting with using monk fruit extract as a sweetener. Low fat is possible, but doesn’t give that same melt in your mouth flavor. Nonetheless, I’m doing some testing there too.
  1. Jeff, what was the thing that hurt you most when Ash left fifteen years ago? The fight hurt like hell. Not physically, but because I couldn’t believe we came to blows. I thought Ash would blow off steam, and we’d make it up the next day. I never expected him to take off like that. It was like losing a limb.
  2. Ash why did you disappear like that? I was in agony, hurting so intensely I couldn’t think straight. Jeff was dead set against me going with him, and it blew me away. I’d lost everyone who ever cared about me and now Jeff—the boy I loved—was leaving to attend college in Fargo and didn’t want me along. After everything we’d shared, he didn’t want me. I…I had to get out of there. I ran, and kept running until I got to Arizona. I was a kid. The possibility of further discussion and negotiation didn’t enter my head.
  3. Ash why are you willing to take a chance on Jeff again? Fifteen years, and I never really stopped loving him. I moved back to Crooked Creek a year ago, knowing that he’d eventually come home. This time I think Jeff will quit caring what other people think and be able to put us first.
  4. Jeff what about you? Why do you think it might work now when it didn’t when you were younger? Over those fifteen years there was never anyone I got seriously involved with. I think that was because on some level I never quit loving Ash. As soon as I saw him, memories avalanched me. I still wanted Ash. We’re both thirty-three now, grown up enough to realize this relationship is worth fighting for.
  5. Jeff, why were you with Deak when he is so obviously wrong for you? God. (looks at ceiling and winces). I think it was mostly proximity. We were both architects with the same company. I was working overseas for months at a time, with only a couple of weeks at home in between jobs. It started out casual—he can be charming when he wants to be. Deak seemed able to deal with a long-distance relationship. I didn’t realize he’d decided to boff anything that stood still. In retrospect we didn’t spend enough time together to even call what we had a relationship.
  6. Whose house do you end up living in? (Ash leans forward) Mine. After a lot of discussion, we decided to sell Jeff’s dad’s house and live above Chocolate Suite. When the Rabbit mansion restoration is complete, we’ll live there and rent out my place.
  7. If you had a child what would you name it? (Ash) I favor Swedish names, so maybe Finn for a boy. (Jeff) I like my mom’s name—Elaine. My dad used to tease her about the rhyme: Elaine Fontaine.
  8. What does Jeff tell Ash that no one else knows about him? Fifteen years ago I had a tiny letter “A” tattooed on my—(Ash slaps a hand over Jeff’s mouth, and grins.)

Thank you so much Whitley for dropping by and answering these questions! It has helped us get to know Ash and Jeff more intimately.

Everybody show Whitley some love, and be sure to drop by her blog and website for more about what she is up to.



Once upon a misspent youth, Whitley read and wrote stories under the covers at night. At some point, real life intervened, bringing with it a career in the medical field. After years of technical writing, Whitley took on the challenge writing romance. Inventing characters and putting them in interesting situations turned out to be addictive, and having two heroes is twice as nice. A pot of coffee and a storyline featuring a couple of guys makes for a perfect day. Stop by and feed your fix for heat between the sheets and M/M romance.

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Jeff and Ash jointly inherit the historic Jeremiah Rabbit House, and are forced to work together to meet the terms of the will or neither will have the mansion. It’s a battle of opinions, shared personal history, and present attraction, but the true prize isn’t the Rabbit legacy. It’s the chance at something better.



My first book with Loose Id

Josh Lanyon has been using me in his laboratory for a little experiment.

Josh is always trying to help others understand what it’s like to write in the M/M genre. He posts so many interesting articles and information packed blogs that I know I personally stalk his pages seeking guidance.

Last year he came up with the idea of  trying to show what the experience of a brand spanking new writer in the M/M world would be like from the very beginning. He chose me, and I am delighted to be his guinea pig!  Although I’d be lying if I didn’t admit as a newbie sharing my numbers is daunting, mostly because they are small right now! I’ve signed tons of contracts for books, but I really haven’t had them all published yet so my numbers only reflect two of my Loose Id books from 2013 so far.

But I trust Josh and so I lay myself bare for all to see. Even if the numbers aren’t what I would love to have yet, I think they are respectable for an unknown author. But more importantly, I’m enjoying writing so much it makes it all worth it.

Here is a link to Josh’s blog if anyone is interested:


My newest coming April 8th from Loose Id