Sometimes I wonder why I have a blog other than they told me that as an author I should have one.
So what have I been up to lately?
Working with publisher on cover for Witches Woods – due out in November.
Working on a shifter/mystery series with a co-author. First book has been received back from betas and is in editing process.
Second book is in process.
Did a beta read for a Y/A Sci-fi series by my co-author under a new pen name. Two books written/third in process.
Trying to stay cool in nearly 100-degree heat.
Updating bio in Queeromance Ink. https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/a-t-weaver/
Starting new writers’ group for writers of LGBT fiction in the Kansas City area. https://www.facebook.com/groups/KCmmfictionwriters/
I’m sorry there is no new chapter of Damien and Drew. I have been too sick to write.
Here’s a funny little true story from my childhood.
Grandma and the Snakes
Now, I am not afraid of snakes as long as I know they are not poisonous, but my Grandma Bennett was terrified of even a garter snake.
One fall when I was in junior high school, three of my classmates and I decided we wanted to ‘camp out’ at Grandma and Grandpa’s farm. Grandpa agreed we could camp down in the woods past the pond. Then Grandma got in on things. “Now you girls can’t sleep on the ground. A snake will come and crawl in bed with you.” So she told Grandpa to take the hay wagon down for us to sleep on. “But, don’t park it under a tree. A snake will climb the tree and jump down on them.” So Grandpa took the hay wagon down and parked it out in the open field for us to sleep on. I don’t think he realized he parked it in a pile of dry leaves.
Anyone who knows anything about teenaged girls knows a sleep over is never about sleeping. We were having a good time when, about 2 in the morning, one of the tires on the hay wagon sprung a leak. The air leaking from the tire caused the dry leave to rattle. If you can imagine four teenaged girls screaming at the top of their lungs because we were sure we were parked right in a nest of rattle snakes.
I’m surprised Grandpa and the closest neighbor (1/4 mile away) didn’t come out with shotguns thinking we were all being murdered.
Release date: 3/10
I just realized it’s been almost a month since I posted anything. I haven’t even updated to add The Black Fin Case to my list of books.
“Parks and Wildlife Officer Brock Summers-Weir and his new husband, wildlife rehabber Landon Weir-Summers, are on their honeymoon high in the northern Colorado Rockies when they find an orphaned cougar cub. They quickly discover that there have been a number of cougars injured or killed in the area around Steamboat Springs. Although they are supposed to be on vacation, they work with local officials to try to find out what’s happening to the big cats.
When they get too close to the answers, their camp is ransacked and an ominous message is left. Rather than letting this intimidate them, they step up their investigation in the hopes that they can find the people responsible for the carnage and still manage to have a happy honeymoon.”
This is the fourth in the series about Brock and Landon, and once again, I was on the edge of my chair. The author knows how to build drama and excitement.
As usual, with little regard for their own safety, Brock and Landon work to ensure the safety of the wild animals of Colorado.
The author has deviated a bit from the usual erotica, but I find it in no way detracts from the story. After all, this is not a romance; it is an adventure and mystery.
People who feel that sex is a necessary ingredient in a story about gay men will probably not enjoy it. However, if you like excitement and drama, don’t miss it.
I was furnished a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
My rating: 5 stars
Why, why, why, do people think that just because a book is about a gay couple there HAS to be sex in it. A lot of authors of GLBT are getting tired of writing nothing but sex.
“This is well-written, book 4 about a couple who’ve just gotten married, but really, you wouldn’t have said they were newlyweds. There weren’t any sex scenes in this, and only a kiss or two. The entire tale seemed to focus on wildlife and on people who were killing/trapping/maiming animals and raising them so that people could come and track and shoot them.
Not a nice tale, but like I said, it’s well-written. Not a romance – not sure how to classify this.”
This is a mystery book. I know of at least three authors who have written mystery series involving straight couples that have NO sex whatsoever in them. One series is up to twenty books now. The couple met in the first book, dated, lived together, got married, and now have kids – BUT THERE IS NO SEX – and no one thinks anything is wrong. Why should GLBT mysteries be any different?
It’s kind of like when I was advocating for same-sex marriage. People would say, “I don’t care what they do in the bedroom.” I know a lot of gay and lesbian couples and I have no idea what they do in the bedroom. What I care about is how they behave in public (and I don’t mind if they hold hands or kiss). Life is more than sex.