Witches Woods – an excerpt

Sean looked up at his father and grinned. “My turn.”
He pointed at the dozer driver.
The man rose in the air, legs kicking. “Help. Put me down. I was just doing what he paid me to.”
He hovered over the dozer, and then slowly dropped into the seat.
Sean held his hand with its palm facing the dozer.
The dozer slowly backed, turned, and headed for the low-boy trailer.
As it approached the Porsche, Cumberland screamed, “No. Not my car.”
The dozer plowed over the car and continued up the ramp to the trailer.
“This is too much fun, Cuz,” Kier said.
The crane engine fired to life and it slowly moved onto the second low-boy.
Finn bellowed, “Get off our land.”
The assembled men ran into each other as they scurried for their trucks.
Police sirens screamed, and three patrol cars pulled into the clearing and blocked the trucks.
Kyra held up a finger and blew on it.
One-by-one, the construction lights exploded until the only illumination came from the police-cruisers’ headlights.

Happy New Year

Let’s see if I can post at least once a week this year. Not sure what I’ll write about.

I just updated pages for all of the new books. But I’ve forgotten how to add a link to the ‘Books’ page that will take you to the page for that book when you click on the cover. You can get there by clicking on the image on the main page.

What am I working on? Funny you should ask.

Cousins Four is at the beta reader’s

Two Nano projects will be updated and finished this year I hope. One will be a co-author effort and the other is a story about witches and their fight to preserve an area known as The Witches Woods against a developer who wants to build a resort.

 

Hello again,

I really do need to start updating my blog more often to update what I’m working on. Tomorrow will be release day for Josh’s Christmas Angel. A short story I wrote a couple of years ago for an anthology. BookCoverPreview.do

New releases:

A Family for Christmas – Is Ken too old for Tom? Is Tom too young for Ken? Or can they find love despite the difference in their ages?

BookCoverPreview.do

Old Spark – a short story about how a teenage crush can blossom into a new romance.

Old Spark FC

Also released the second edition of Shifter Born by CoolDudes

Cover

 

A Family for Christmas

Romance, humor, and kittens – what more do you want for Christmas?

Now available for pre-order at Amazon. Release date Nov. 25BookCoverPreview.do

 

Image

Releasing Dec 3

Cover

Coming in November

teaser 1

After the game two weeks later, Ken pulled up into Tom’s parking lot and killed the engine of the Jeep. “Did you have a good time tonight?” he asked.
“I did,” Tom answered. “Thanks for introducing me to a great bunch of guys.”
Ken turned, tilted his head to one side, and slightly frowned. I don’t want tonight to end yet. I want to kiss him. But will he let me?
“What’s that look for,” Tom asked. “You look like you’re thinking about something.”
Ken took a deep breath. “I was just wondering what you’d do if I kissed you good night.” His heart beat a little faster in anticipation of Tom’s answer.
“Um-m-m.” Tom ducked his head and knitted his brows together. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.” He raised his head and looked at Ken.
Ken leaned forward and covered Tom’s mouth with his in a soft, gentle kiss. The only parts of their bodies that touched were their mouths. He pulled back a couple of inches.

Coming soon

A Family for Christmas:
Excerpt:

“Skanks?” Tom asked.
“Yeah. The straight girls. For some reason they think a gay bar is the proper place for a ‘bachelorette’ party,” the man answered. “I’m Jack.” He reached a hand in front of Ken.
Tom nodded and shook the hand. “Nice to meet you. Are the two of you a couple?”
“Nope,” Jack answered. “Just good friends.”
Just then, a cute brunette in tight jeans and a crop top walked up to them. “Tom Grady, is that you?” she asked. “I haven’t seen you since graduation. What are you doing in here?”
“Hello, Linda,” Tom answered. “In case you didn’t know, this is a gay bar.”
Her eyes opened wide. “I thought it was a drag bar.”
“And just what do you think a drag bar is, Sweetie?” Jack asked. “Look around. Do you see any straight men in here? No, all these men are gay. They’re here to meet other gay men.”
She glared at Jack, and her jaw dropped as she looked at Tom. “Are you saying you’re gay?”
“I didn’t advertise the fact in high school, but yes.” He gestured toward the girls. “More to the point, what are you doing in here?”
“Oh, we came for the drag show to celebrate Janice Markham’s last night as a single girl.” Linda pointed toward the group of girls. “She and Butch Copeland are getting married tomorrow evening.”
“Now why would you want to celebrate in a gay bar?” Ken asked.
“They say it’s safer,” she said. “None of the men hit on you, and they’re good dancers.”
“I’m sure they don’t want to dance with you,” Tom said.
“Weren’t you invited to the wedding?” Her face reflected surprise. “I know she invited Bethany and your parents. She invited the whole Country Club.” She wrinkled her nose. “Thought she’d get more presents that way.”
“It’s been a few weeks since I talked to Bethany, and even longer since I’ve been in touch with my parents,” Tom said. “Bethany usually calls when something important happens in the family. Apparently, she didn’t think Janice’s marriage is important.”
“I heard you haven’t been home since you left for college. Why not? You obviously still live in town.”
“Because my father can’t accept the fact he has a gay son,” Tom replied. “After all, a preacher can’t acknowledge a son who is an abomination to God.”
“Why don’t you join us?” Linda asked. “You know most of the girls.” She frowned. “In fact, didn’t you date Janice for a while?”
“That’s okay. I’ll just stay here.” Tom turned his back on her and propped his elbows on the bar.
She stood for a minute, and then turned and left.
Tom’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
Ken asked, “What’s so funny? I can tell you’re holding something in.”
Tom looked up. “I may have dated Janice before I came out, but Butch Copeland was my first blow job.” He paused. “And my second, and my third . . . “
“I get the picture.” Ken chuckled. “But who gave and who received?”
Tom laughed. “It was mutual.”