Julio’s Wolf is being Released early on 9/30

Bjulioswolf3_432-1 Julio Reyes has had a hard life. Orphaned at fourteen, he ran away from a group home to avoid rape but wound up being an independent prostitute in NYC.  He has a life plan—go to school, become a stylist and open his own salon.

 

Etienne Daurensbourg is one-hundred and thirty-nine years old and fears he’ll never find his Mate until his friend Alexei introduces him to Julio. Julio is Etienne’s Mate but before he has a chance to court Julio, who is a human high beta and therefore stubborn and independent, Julio gets knifed and is forced to let Etienne provide him with a home and help to recover.

 

Pack problems arise that may force Etienne into the pit. Will Julio be able to love Etienne despite the fact he is a loup garou?

This title will be released in print and available at GRL.

Re-release: Jack’s Back, Added content

JacksBack_432Jack’s Back the second book in the Indiscreet Series has been re-released by MLR Press with twelve thousand words of new content. It is also now available in print.

Jack’s Back is a sequel to my BDSM novel A Matter of Trust. Jack’s Back strikes a completely different tone from A Matter of Trust. It tells the story of the breakup and Jim “Boy” Menetti and Reed Davis and is the second novel in my series, Indiscreet. The action also revolves around the BDSM club, Indiscreet owned by Reed Davis and Bear Drummond. I modeled the plot after an idea I got from watching the movie, The Women,   from the great director, George Cukor’s. The women is about a group of soon to be divorcees who meet in the nineteen thirties is Reno, Nevada. The plot revolves around their relationships with their men. Yet, throughout the entire movie you never actually see one of their husbands or boyfriends on stage.
In Jack’s Back, the plot is drive by the character, Jack Leary, who never actually appears in a scene nor has a single word of dialogue. Jack acts as a catalyst for all of the book’s plot, yet never actually appears. Here is an excerpt from Jack’s Back.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Last Week in October

Jim “Boy” Menetti’s perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he piped the last of the cream cheese icing rosettes onto his special six layer Carrot Spice Cake. It was a cake his Master loved. Moving his dark brown hair from his eyes he glanced at his best friend, Brian. Jim bit his lush lower lip, and began chopping roasted pecans to decorate the sides. He wished Brian wasn’t here. He was dangerously close to losing it; but Bear was upstairs with Reed, so that meant Brian was here in the kitchen with him. The question was could he hold it together long enough for them to leave. Taking handfuls of the chopped nuts he used a template and started to carefully place the chopped pecans around the side of the cake in undulating waves. It was a masterpiece, the best carrot spice cake he ever made. It had to be. Jim was grasping at straws. He was losing Reed by inches and he knew it.

“That’s perfect.” Brian Murphy examined the cake from all sides.

“I hope so, cub, tonight Reed and I will be together, officially, for three years.” Brian watched Jim. In the last months he had gotten to know him almost as well as he knew Bear. Jim was constantly biting his lip. Jim biting his lip was his tell. Something was very wrong in Jim’s world and whatever it was had something to do with Reed and Jim making this very special cake. Brian could tell, although the cake was a masterpiece, his best friend’s heart wasn’t in it. Which was strange. The cake displayed Jim’s usual penchant for perfection but Jim’s face didn’t exhibit the customary joy it displayed when he was doing something extra for Reed that would make Reed smile; especially something as extraordinary as this anniversary cake. It was almost an unspoken plea to his lover. Please see me! Know how much I love you!  Brian read Jim very well.

Jim slid a tray of pecans across the stainless steel counter. Brian just managed to catch it before it spilled onto the floor. Jim didn’t even notice what he had done. He kept his head down so Brian couldn’t see his face.

“Here, make yourself useful,” Jim said briskly, “pick out three pecans that are perfect to decorate the top.” He said absently as if he were anywhere else but in Indiscreet’s kitchen celebrating his and Reed’s anniversary by making this exceptional cake that Brian knew took hours to prepare properly. He must have been up all night. Jim was both distracted and distraught.

Brian sorted through the fresh, roasted pecans in a furious search for three unblemished nuts. “What’s with you lately, anyways?” Brian asked. “I’m the nerd with the nerves. You’re usually cool as a cucumber if you’ll pardon the cliché. For someone celebrating an anniversary with a man you love to pieces, you look kind of bleak.”

Brian was genuinely concerned. He wasn’t a gossip. Brian proved that on the memorable night Jim gave Brian a tour of Indiscreet, the Gay BDSM club to which both, he, Jim, and their partners Bear and Reed belonged. Brian refused to listen to Jim gossip about Bear, even though the gossip would have given him an distinct advantage by imparting some insight into the man to which he was about to commit his life after knowing him for only a few days. Brian didn’t listen because he knew Bear would prefer to tell Brian some things himself and for Brian to work at finding out the rest. It was a further test of Brian’s commitment to his Master.

Brian had a bone-deep integrity then and now; despite his life as a pampered pet of his “Papa” Bear. Brian wasn’t always a pampered pet. Before Bear, Brian led a very rough life, even though he managed to graduate from Monmouth University with a double Master Degrees in IT and Finance. Brian was horribly abused as a child and Bear was trying to make Brian secure in his love and trust.  Brian adored Bear, his new life and his new best friend and was therefore upset to see Jim so rattled.

Brian had a keen intelligence and he handled all of Bear’s personal investments. Bear’s Boy was far more than than a pet but was comfortable enough in his own skin that he cared little what other people thought. He was an out and proud gay man with a strong submissive streak. He was made for Bear, just like Jim was made for Reed, if only he could make Reed see it. Brian had a feeling that the shit was about to hit the fan and his feelings generally proved out to be true. This was one time he hoped he was wrong.

Something was definitely afoot because Reed called Bear at the unheard of hour of six a.m. on a Saturday. Reed knew that Bear liked to sleep in on Saturday mornings, and a Bear who had his sleep interrupted was one cranky Grizzly. Bear got Brian out of bed, and told him they had to go to Indiscreet immediately. Bear even went so far as to forgo his morning blow job. Whatever was going on, it was serious and Jim was very edgy and so, from the way Bear tore over here, was Bear’s best friend, Reed. Brian was dying of curiosity but he didn’t ask questions, that wasn’t his style. He usually thought if someone wanted him to know something they’d tell him but this time he was beginning to realize Jim actually required someone to ask him to talk about his troubles and Brian needed to give him the opportunity to talk with the reassurance that Brian would listen and not judge.

Brian cocked his head and waited for a response. If Jim was going to spill his guts to someone and he obviously wasn’t going to tell Reed what was bothering him Brian wanted Jim to know he was there for him. Brian watched his friend. His lip was swollen and red from Jim’s worrying it with his teeth. If he didn’t talk to someone soon, there would be no lip left to bite. Jim was about to explode into what looked like intense grief and despair Brian decided it was well past time to act.

“Spill!” Brian demanded.

Jim sighed. It appeared that Jim knew exactly what Brian was asking him to do which wasn’t a good sign. “It’s a long story.” He sniffled and looked away from Brian continuing to fuss with the cake, dropping finely chopped pecans and placing them to delicately rim the petals of the piped rosettes.

“So, tell me already.  It’s not like I’m going to tattle to Reed. You, of all people should know better than that.”

“I know, it’s just…hard, difficult to talk, about, that’s all. It’s not that I don’t trust you, cub.”

Brian saw the moisture gathering at the corners of Jim’s eyes. Jim didn’t cry. Now Brian absolutely had to know what was going on so he could help and comfort his dearest friend.

“Okay, sit.” Brian grabbed Jim’s arm and pulled him over to the end of the long stainless steel countertop where there were a few stools that the staff used when they were on their break. They were in the club kitchen which Jim ran like an empathic drill sergeant. But this early in the morning, the kitchen was deserted. Brian glanced at the clock, it was seven-fifteen. The rest of the kitchen staff was due in at eight. If he was going to get Jim to talk to him, he didn’t have a large window of time to work with.

“Want some tea?” Jim asked, smothering another sniffle.

Brian saw the offer as the delaying tactic it was.

“Not really, but I’ll brew you some if that will help put a smile back on your face.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Jim mumbled. Brian wisely keep quiet. Jim would talk but in his own good time.

Brian picked up the white porcelain teapot kept on the shelf over the commercial gas stove without comment and took it over to the coffee and water urn. Brian warmed the inside with hot water as he’d been taught by Jim many months ago when they first bonded and then Brian retrieved Jim’s favorite Earl Grey tea from the shelf. Deftly, he spooned the tea into the strainer that sat just inside the teapot. He then poured the water over the tea and brought it back with some sugar packets, a pitcher of milk for Jim and some cut up lemon from the kitchen refrigerator for him.

“It has to steep…now spill. Whatever is wrong is eating you alive.” Brian put his elbows on the counter and held his face in his hands staring into Jim’s eyes. It was Brian’s seriously attentive pose. And this time, it wasn’t a pose, Brian was all ears, his friend had grief and something else Brian couldn’t make out written all over his face.

Finally, Jim spoke. “It’s Reed. Jack’s back.” Jim’s voice broke and the threatened tears began to fall in earnest.

“Who the hell is Jack?” This was the first time Brian ever heard his name but if he made Jim cry, Brian hated him already.

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Reed Davis was a big man. The Parisian Club Chair upholstered in antique leather had been custom made to fit his six-foot-five, two-hundred-twenty-pound frame. Its twin sat on the opposite side of the fireplace where his best friend, Bear Drummond who was two inches taller and twenty pounds heavier sat sipping on a cup of freshly brewed Kona coffee. Bear knew Reed had made the coffee himself, which was unusual in itself. He hated to wait on himself and he didn’t make good coffee. If he was willing to risk Bear’s wrath with bad coffee something was really wrong and Bear thought, he knew what it was. He hoped he was mistaken but he had seen it coming. Reed was getting too close to loving Jim and rumor had it that Dr. Jack Leary was back in the area.

He saw Reed pull out his stash of fresh blueberry scones. Bear could tell, Jim hadn’t made them. They were sloppily shaped as if someone had made them in a hurry.  Reed had to have asked the chef to make them late the night before in anticipation of their talk. If Reed got Bear out of bed on a chill October Saturday morning, he knew to make sure there was plenty of Kona coffee and blueberry scones on hand even if it was bad coffee with bad scones. Reed had tried and that was worrisome. Reed ran his hand through his close trimmed blond hair. Reed did that when he was very upset or frightened. It was the only one of the only expressions of emotion Reed ever showed outwardly, and you had to know him very well to recognize the signal.

Bear could see that Reed was unsettled by watching Reed twitch. That was a double alarm. It was something he only did when he was about to confront Bear with something unpleasant. The last time Reed had twitched he told Bear he was leaving him behind in Chambersburg to go to college.

Bear would guess Reed never twitched around anyone else. Between running his fingers through his hair and his twitching, Bear knew Reed was about to tell him something he knew Bear wouldn’t take well and there was only one thing that would bring that reaction from Bear, Jack Leary. Reed fidgeted, holding on to his coffee cup so tightly that Bear was afraid Reed would break the delicate china cup and cut his hand. Bear looked over the top of his cup and caught the intense stare of grey eyes boring into his own green ones. Bear thought, This can only be about one thing. It had to be Jack Leary…That was the only thing that would draw this kind of nervous reaction from the normally unflappable Reed.

“So what is so important that you had to see me right away, get me out of bed at the ungodly hour of six in the morning on a Saturday in addition to denying me my morning blow job?” Bear demanded.

“It’s complicated…”

“It always is…” Bear sipped his coffee and bit into the scone. “You made this coffee. It tastes like piss water. I know Jim’s in the kitchen. Call and please ask him to make a decent pot. I should still be in bed cuddling my boy. What is it Reed, out with it?”

Reed and Bear went way back. They both grew up in the Chambersburg section of Trenton where Reed’s British parents settled after emigrating to the United States. Bear, whose father was a drunk and an abuser, left home and went into real estate right out of high school flipping houses, while Reed had gone on for a degree in Hospitality Services from the University of Delaware. Bear gave no indication that he was also gay with the same proclivities as Reed until Reed returned from college and Bear sat him down and told his best friend what he discovered about himself. Once Bear confessed he was gay with a penchant for kink, he found out that his friend Reed was as kinky as he was.

As soon as they could put the money together, they entered into a joint venture to establish a high class BDSM club, Indiscreet, where Bear, except for training Doms, remained largely a silent partner and Reed with the help of his sub, Jim, ran the show.

“What’s complicated?” Bear probed, “The last time I saw your ugly mug with that expression, Jack Leary was in town.” Bear watched Reeds face for a moment then growled, “He’s back, isn’t he? That son of a bitch is back in the area and you’ve been in touch with him. God damn it Reed, I thought you knew better after the last time.

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Average Gray Friday, June 15th Excerpt One

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Gray put Bobby’s Heineken in front of him and shot a dark glare at Mike down the end of the bar. Bobby raised an eyebrow. Gray grunted in disgust. “All Mike wants is his money. He’s a poser.” Gray finished polishing the highball glass and held it up to the light to check for fingerprints. He placed the glass next to the others on the mirrored shelf. “He’s been trying to tap into Enzo’s wallet since he met him.”

“Why would you say that?” Bobby’s leg twitched. It always did that when he was upset. Up in everyone’s business as always, he was interested in why Gray disliked Mike.

“Because he’s straight. He’s the only bartender in the place who is and Keith and Zach don’t know.”

“Jason worked with the guy; he vouched for him.” Bobby’s leg twitched so hard he had to hold it down. Since his friend Jack married Carlo, Carlo’s extended family bonded with Jack’s adopted family. Bobby didn’t like the fact that Mike was playing games, not only with one of his husband’s customers but with Enzo, Carlo’s cousin, who Bobby considered to be one of his own.

“When Jason told Mike that a job was available at the Sunset, he jumped at the chance. He knew how much money he could make here. Besides, Keith couldn’t have refused him the job just because he’s straight. But even though he had to know that, he lied to Keith’s face.” Gray washed another glass. “Mike would have pretended to be a Martian if that would have gotten him the job. He knew if he were gay, he’d get better tips.”

“How do you know all this, if Jason doesn’t?” Bobby’s voice switched to a lower, gruffer register and he tightened his grip on his glass.

“I’ve seen him around town with his girlfriend. When he introduced me, he said her name was Cathy, that was it, no point of reference. I saw them at the mall. I needed to pick something up for Mom. Cathy left us to go to a store when he dragged me aside and told me she was his sister. Why wouldn’t he plain introduce her as his sister? Why would he draw me aside?” Gray put the last glass on the rack with a little more force than necessary.

“Maybe his sister doesn’t know he’s gay.” Bobby’s brows drew together. At this point, his leg was banging against the rungs of the bar stool.

“Do you play tonsil hockey with your sister? I was waiting in line to get into the movies last Monday night when I saw them. My neighbor sat with my mom so I could get away for a few hours. I didn’t want to talk work so I avoided him and he didn’t see me. I sat on the other side of the theater to the back. They made out throughout the entire show. Somebody has to tell Enzo.” Gray’s fist clenched around the bar towel.

“Why don’t you tell Enzo?” Bobby asked with mistrust.

“You know damn well why.” Gray snapped the bar towel. “Enzo doesn’t know I exist. I like Enzo, a lot, and I’d love it if he noticed me, but even if I can’t have him, I can’t let Mike do him dirty. Mike needs money. He’s going to ask Enzo for a loan. He’s planning on skipping town once he gets the check.” Gray wiped at the bar furiously. “He’s been playing Enzo since day one.”

Bobby leaned over the bar, leg moving up and down like a carnival horse. “And you know this how?”

“No one pays me much attention. I’m average, nondescript, plain-faced, medium height—people tend to overlook average. They see handsome, ugly, tall, short, but not average—gray. My name suits me, Grayson Grey. Mike didn’t notice I was there when he was on the phone with Cathy. He told her he’d get the money from Enzo, and they’d elope to Las Vegas. He said he’s been setting Enzo up since the bachelor party, and she shouldn’t worry. Enzo was chaffing at the bit and would give it to him without a question. From what I could hear, and I admit, I stood there and eavesdropped, she was pissed because he gambled away their savings.” Gray sighed and took Bobby’s empty glass off the bar. “Enzo doesn’t see me either, but I can’t let Mike do that to him.” Gray swiped at his eyes with the bar towel.

Gray Thinks He’s Invisible…

AverageGray_WDGray Grayson, a bartender at the Sunset Club, thinks he is average in every way, average height, average looks, average personality. He believes no-one really sees him especially the man who makes his heart beat faster, Enzo Del Monte, owner of EDI, a multi-billion dollar company in West Long Branch, New Jersey.

Every night Gray watches Enzo flirt with Mike Green, the manager of the club. But Gray knows something Enzo doesn’t. Mike Green is straight and playing Enzo for his money. On top of which Mike is raiding the tills to go to Atlantic City and Keith and Zach, the owners of the Sunset  know nothing about it.

Gray is on the horns of a dilemma. Does he tell Bobby and Keith about Mike’s plans for Enzo’s money and that he is stealing from the bar? Or does he keep his head down and his mouth shut because he desperately needs the Sunset Insurance to pay for his mother’s care because she has leukemia?

Will anyone believe an average guy who aspires too high? Little does Gray know that Enzo noticed Gray first and Mike told Enzo Gray was taken. How do these two get together and how does Enzo convince Gray that he cares for him after months of him chasing after Mike?

Hector & Steel Excerpt Out 6/19 at All Romance

Hector and Steele will be available on All Romance on June 19, and on Amazon after June 21.

Hector-and-Steele200x300Hector Gomez answered what he thought to be a domestic violence call. The neighbor who called it in sounded hysterical. As the Sheriff of Sandoval County, he took too many calls for domestic abuse. They usually involved alcohol or drugs, but something in his cop’s gut told him this was different. He pulled into the driveway, got out of his Explorer, and saw a wild, glassy-eyed man standing on the rock-strewn lawn, waving a gun, and beating a ten-year-old kid about his body. The man wasn’t drunk, he was high. He had the kid on the ground, kicking him in the ribs, groin, and legs with steel-toed boots. The gun waved threateningly in the child’s face, which the kid tried to protect with waif-thin arms.
The man and the youngster appeared to be of Hispanic origin. The boy had rolled up in a ball in the front of the house, clothed in nothing but holey blue jeans and a thin T-shirt. Although only mid-November, New Mexico was experiencing an early cold snap due to the enormous El Nino build-up in the Pacific. He jumped from his Explorer and quickly shouted at the man to step away.
“I’m going to kill you, you little faggot.” He pulled the trigger as the boy tried to roll away. He fired the gun a second time, barely missing the boy.
Gomez’s backup, Deputy Edwards, fired a warning shot. The man turned to Edwards and pointed the gun. Hector shot the weapon out of his hand. The man fell next to the boy and spit in the kid’s face. After Edwards helped him separate the man from the boy, Hector instructed him to call a bus and the Children, Youth, and Families Department.
“Take him to UNM Sandoval. After the medics are through with him, book him and hold him for arraignment on attempted murder, child abuse, child endangerment, resisting arrest, and anything else you can think of to throw at him.”

While waiting for the second bus so the EMTs could take the kid to the hospital, he got a blanket from his trunk and draped it around the boy whose chest heaved with sobs.
“What’s your name, son?” Hector knelt and put his arm around the boy’s shoulders.
“Matteo. Matteo Pena.”
A woman at the storm door shouted obscenities in Spanish, prominently featuring the word maricón, a derogatory term for gay.
Suddenly, a small boy of about five came barreling out of the house and threw himself onto the older boy. “What did he do to you? Are you okay? You can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone with them.” He sobbed as he held on tight to his brother.
“I demand that you let me take my younger son back into the house. Felipe, come.” She grabbed the kicking and screaming child, gave him a casual slap, and dragged him back through the door.
“Matteo, Matteo, please. You can’t leave me here.”
The brother, clearly fearful and still sobbing, raised his face to Hector. “What do I do? She’ll take this out on Felipe, and he isn’t strong enough to handle her or him.”
Hector put his arm around the kid’s shoulder again. “Your father, such as he is, will be in the county lockup, at least for the night. We can figure things out in the morning. I won’t let him hurt your brother.”
“But she will. She isn’t as strong as him, but she’ll use the belt to hurt Felipe for coming out of the house.” The boy’s chest heaved as tears ran down his cheeks unchecked. “Why was I so stupid? Now Felipe is going to get punished, and it’s my fault. They weren’t supposed to be home.”
The kid turned his head toward the little boy still crying at the door. “Felipe, don’t get into trouble. I’ll come get you. I won’t leave you alone for long.”

Hector & Steele

Twitter_HectorandSteeleMatteo and Felipe Pena live with their drug addicted parents who deal for the Mexican Cartel. Matteo is ten and has just figured out that he’s gay. As things stand, he takes care of five-year-old Felipe and protects him from their parent’s abuse.

Felipe has no one to talk to about his sexuality, so he searches on the net for other boys like him. His father finds him and ejects him out to the rocks on the front lawn, beating and kicking him and finally shooting at him with a pistol.

Sheriff Hector Gomez has a roommate and occasional sexual partner, FBI Special Agent in Charge, Steele Adams. Hector loves Steele and Stelle loves Hector but neither has the guts to take their relationship to the next level.

Then Hector answers a call for a domestic disturbance and finds a terribly beaten Matteo on the front lawn being shot out by his father with his mother shouting encouragement from the front door. The only one who is upset is Felipe, who begs Hector not to take his brother away.

Hector, a certified foster parent, calls Steele, and they take in Matteo. The next morning there is an FBI/DEA drug bust at the Pena home and Felipe is brought to Family Services. Hector and Steele decide to take Felipe too.

Just when the boys thought they were safe, their parents get out of jail and come looking for them.

Alexei’s Mouse now at Amazon!

Fb_AlexeisMouseAlexei’s Mouse, the fifth book in the Werewolves of Manhattan Series is now up on Amazon after a two-day delay. The link is https://goo.gl/lIHolK

After suffering in a Russian labor camp for three years for leading a demonstration against gay bashing, Alpha Alexei Davidoff emigrates to the United States with his loyal household. Alexei has fallen into a spiral of despair and depression because he was unable to help his packs by going up against the cruel Russian First who, as Second, Alexei was about to challenge for his treatment of the packs. All he can think of is going back and challenging the First and the government for their harsh treatment of the loup garou.

Alexei is jogging in the park, trying to build up his lost strength from being tortured, beaten and defiled on a daily basis in the gulag so he can go back and challenge the First, a challenge he can’t win now that prison has sapped his strength and spirit. The he jogs by a park bench and finds a prostitute with a needle hanging out of his arm, dying of an overdose. The boy is his Mate and everything changes.

Alexei’s Mouse Available at All Romance

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Alexei’s Mouse is now available at All Romance, https://goo.gl/YhQOMu. Alexei’s Mouse is the fifth book of the Werewolves of Manhattan Series and tells the story of the Russian Alpha, Alpha Alexei Ivanovich Davidoff. He came from Russia after a three-year sentence to a Russian Labor Camp for the crime of being gay and leading an anti-bashing demonstration.

There is much more at stake than his freedom. Alexei was Second on the Russian Council and about to challenge the First because Fyodor Leonovich Chernof was eating caviar while the packs starved. Alexei got a taste of starvation and torture in the camp and when finally released after three years wants nothing more than to challenge the first and improve life for the packs. Alexei knows that Chernof colluded with the government to put him away.

However, in prison, Alexei lost over sixty pounds and is so physically abused that he can’t even make the change to wolf to help himself heal. His release from prison was arranged by his friends. The American First, The Alpha, Armand La Marche and another member of the council, Etienne Daurensbourg bring him to New York to heal with his entire household. To his household’s dismay, Alexei wants to go back to Russia and fight even though his condition is such that the Russian First could easily take him and rip out his throat.

Alexei begins to jog in Central Park to build up his stamina. One morning he comes across a young prostitute laying on a park bench under a layer of newspaper, ill-dressed for a late February morning. Having learned compassion in the camp, Alexei goes to help him. He lifts the newspaper and finds a needle hanging out of his arm. The boy is dying of an overdose.

Alexei finds him in time and also discovers that the boy is his Mate. How two souls who were lost and forgotten make their way to a stronger whole is the story of Alexei’s Mouse.

Alexei’s Mouse is available at MLR Press.com at http://goo.gl/CJ6fbB and will be available soon at Amazon.com. This book is one of the best of the Werewolves of Manhattan Series. It can be read as a standalone but is more enjoyable if you read the other books in the series.

The Story of Alexei’s Mouse

AlexeisMouse_432On Friday, May 20th, the fifth book in my Werewolves of Manhattan, Alexei’s Mouse, will be released from MLRpress.com.

Alexei’s Mouse tells the story of a Russian Alpha, Alexei Davidoff, who was Second on the Russian Council. He participated in a demonstration against the government’s anti-gay policies and got thrown into a gulag or labor camp. After enduring three harrowing years, he is released due to the machinations of his friends The Alpha, Armand La Marche, First on the North American Council and Alpha Etienne Daurensbourg, who also serves on the Council of North American wolves. The conditions of his release are a payment of cash to certain parties in the government and his emigration to the United States. In the gulag, Alexei was beaten, tortured and defiled daily so when he is finally well enough to come to his friends in New York he is a beaten man.

The conditions of his release are a payment of cash to certain parties in the government and his emigration to the United States.  His factotum, Boris, saved his money by sneaking it out of Russia and his whole household, Boris and his wife, Katya, his Betas, Grigory and Vasily and his six Enforcers come with him. Now Alexei lives only to build up his strength to go back to Russia and challenge the Russian First, who eats caviar while his packs starve.

Toward this goal, he jogs in Central Park to build up his stamina until one day he finds a young prostitute, Donal Berne, who was forced into drug addiction and prostitution. Donal has a needle hanging out of his arm. Having given up trying to escape the clutches of his pimp, he overdoses. Alexei finds him just in time. Donal is Alexei’s Mate. How can two troubled souls find each other and overcome the psychological and physical traumas induced by their imprisonment?

Alexei’s Mouse will be available on May 20th from mlrpress.com. Come and visit Alexei and Donal in Manhattan and reintroduce yourself to the other Mates from this series. This book may be read as a standalone but is much more appreciated when you read the four before it, His Omega, Remy’s Painter, Scarred Mate, and Marking Kane.

You can buy Alexei’s Mouse at MLR Press at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKMOUSE

Alexei’s Mouse Due Out 5/20

AlexeisMouse_432Alexei’s Mouse, the fifth book in the Werewolves of Manhattan Series is out on May 20th from mlrpress.com.

Here is an excerpt:

Moscow, February

Four years ago

 Ominous dark gray clouds rolled in. Snow came down as small ice pellets that cut like glass shards on the skin. They swirled around the mourners as they stood over the twin coffins. A northeast wind blew over the loup garou cemetery outside of Moscow. It cut through the thickest coats and scarves. Alexei Davidoff shivered in his beaver coat and hat. His Enforcers lowered the bodies of his former Chief Beta and his Beta’s Mate into the ground. Newly joined, they were dead for the crime of being gay and holding hands in a public square in Moscow.

“This cannot stand. There has to be an answer to this, someone has to stand up against these thugs.” Alexei moved his platinum hair off his face. His navy blue eyes flashed both anguish and resolve.

“The perpetrators were human, one of the government’s army of gay bashers, Alpha. There is nothing we can do. We cannot harm a human, and the government gives us no recourse to law.” The Beta shook his head.

“When is the next protest?” Alexei paced across the icy ground in front of the graves.

“Tomorrow at noon, in the square,” Vasily Yudin, Alexei’s new Chief Beta said reluctantly.

“I will be there.” Alexei watched Vasily’s expression. His body folded in on itself in resignation. Alexei knew Vasily realized it was useless to argue. He saw that his Alpha had made up his mind. Alexei could tell his Betas were scheming to mitigate the damage.

“We’ll go with you, Alpha.” Vasily gestured to Grigory and the six Enforcers in the funeral party.

“No, I will go alone.” Alexei clenched his fists and set his jaw in defiance.

“Alpha, it’s dangerous. We can’t let you go alone. If the FSB picks you up, there is no guarantee that the council will be able to negotiate your release. Please, both Grigory and I think you should let us and the Enforcers go with you, or you should stay at home. The FSB under the current president is worse than the KGB that preceded them. Peter and Sasha wouldn’t have wanted you to put yourself in danger. There is no helping them now.”

“I cannot let this go unanswered, Vasily. The man who did this wasn’t even arrested despite the fact that I reported the assault. I must protest to the authorities. We have an obligation to try to right this wrong. He was one of mine, one of my household, my personal staff. I am responsible.”

“But, Alpha, we can’t let you go alone into a dangerous situation,” Grigory persisted. “We would be shirking our duty as your Betas if we let you go alone.”

Alexei Ivanovich Davidoff straightened his spine and spat. “I will lose no one else to the government. As your Alpha, I am ordering you to stay away.”

“Alpha,” Vasily got on his knees in supplication.

Alexei put up his hand to silence his Beta. “I will hear no more of this. I will lead the demonstration tomorrow.”

Vasily and Grigory hung their heads in defeat.

* * *

March

Three Years Later

 “I don’t think I can make it,” Alexei said as he attempted to walk out the front gate of the gulag to the waiting car.

“Let Grigory and I help to hold you up.” Vasily and Grigory each put an arm under one of his shoulders and half-walked, half-carried him to the car.

They strapped him in the back and Grigory spent the twelve hours it took to get to the dacha trying to hold his Alpha up so he wouldn’t fall where he sat.

When Vasily and Grigory finally got him into the dacha, Vasily’s mouth hung open in shock when he took off his Alpha’s coat. Their six foot six, two-hundred-pound Alpha weighed less than one hundred forty pounds.

“What did they do to you?” Vasily asked, tears pouring down his face.

“I was caged most of the time I spent in the gulag. They tortured, beat, and defiled me daily, all because I’m gay and dared to report Sasha’s and Peter’s deaths, and point to who was responsible.”

“They call it prison now, Alpha.”

Alexei sighed wearily, “In modern Russia, they call it a prison. But I’ve been alive long enough to remember Stalin, Khrushchev, and Brezhnev’s slave labor camps. They can change the name but it’s still the gulag to me.”

“Alpha, you need to make the change. It will erase your scars and after you’ve changed a number of times, your injuries. It will take a while. Your injuries are severe.” Grigory helped Alexei into a rough hewn chair.

“I can’t change. I don’t have the strength.” Alexei put his head in his hands.

“Katya, Boris, something to eat for the Alpha, right away.” Katya ran to the kitchen and brought back some borscht.

“Finish this, Alpha. You have to eat constantly so your stomach can extend again.”

Grigory and Vasily knelt in front of their Alpha. Vasily spoke, “We’ve been pleading with the First for three years. The council finally negotiated your early release on the condition that you emigrate once you recover. We took the liberty of contacting Alpha Daurensbourg, from Saskatchewan and the Central US…”

“I am aware of Etienne Daurensbourg. He is a friend.”

“The council arranged for your emigration and that of your household. Alpha Daurensbourg will receive you in New York and already purchased a seven-floor townhouse and nine two-bedroom apartments for our people in New York City. Grigory, I, and our Enforcers will emigrate with you along with Boris and Katya.”

“But I have no funds, and you have families here. There I will no longer be an Alpha. I won’t be able to care for you.”

“You are our Alpha,” Vasily said with a stubbornness he had not shown to Alexei before. Alexei narrowed his eyes.

Alexei didn’t fight the emigration, only their participation. Vasily continued, “That’s the beauty of this course of action. Alpha La Farge, who was the North America’s Second, is no longer an Alpha. He is an Omega scrubbing Siberian toilets and can’t make the change. They sent him here eighteen months ago to die in disgrace for kidnapping The Alpha Mate. You have a blood right to his territory in Colorado. Alpha La Marche has it now. I know he finds the packs fractious because he has no blood tie and they want one of their own. I’ve made inquiries. He’ll give it to you and you can become Second in North America.”

“I don’t want to be Second, Third, or Fourth for that matter. I can’t save the world. I learned that lesson the hard way. I will see my old friend Etienne Daurensbourg and maybe he can help me find a place to go. I have no funds…”

“Excuse me for the interruption, Alpha, but you do,” Vasily said with some satisfaction.

“As your factotum, Boris handled your funds. He put all of your accounts overseas as soon as the government started its campaign against homosexuals, only leaving enough rubles in Russia for operating expenses. As soon as they arrested you, he liquidated the rest of your investments and wired the funds to our London banker who in turn, had them sent them to The North American Alpha for safe keeping. Alpha La Marche reinvested everything. The American Stock Market has done very well. You are worth ten times what you were before and it’s all protected from the Russian government.”

“We bought first-class tickets to New York flying Air France on a nonstop flight to JFK where Alpha Daurensbourg will meet our party. Alpha Daurensbourg would have sent his jet, but the Russian government refused entry. However, Alpha Daurensbourg obtained green cards for the whole household. It’s all arranged for as soon as you are able to travel,” Grigory added.

It took until November for Alexei to regain his health and put on enough weight to have the strength to make the change that would take away the scars from the constant whippings. He still had some internal bruising that would only go away with time. Alexei needed rest, food, and a place to recover. But, even many transformations couldn’t take away the psychological damage the gulag caused, the malaise of the soul. For that, Vasily thought his Alpha needed a miracle. As soon as Alexei could bring out his wolf, Vasily and Grigory had their Alpha and his party on a plane to America. It was right before Yule.

* * *

At Alpha Daurensbourg’s urging, Armand La Marche, the Chief Alpha of North America, gave Alpha Alexei Ivanovich Davidoff the territory of Colorado and a seat as Fifth on the Loup Garou Council of North America.

“You were Second in Russia, Fifth is an insult,” Vasily complained.

“No, it’s not. I’m grateful. I’m tired of tilting at Russian windmills. I need time to gather my strength and clear my mind. I have a place waiting for me at Garou as the officer in charge of Research and Development once I’ve fully regained my health.”

“You’re entitled to…” Grigory sputtered.

“I’m entitled to nothing. I was born in Russia. My mother was a citizen of the United States. She never filed for American citizenship for me when I was born. It was too long ago. I’d have to forge papers and with my accent, they would know I’m Russian which in the current climate, is not a good thing. I have a green card. I can become an American. For once, I’m going to be able to do the job I trained for. I have degrees in three kinds of sciences. Research and Development is where I belong.” Alexei sighed. “I don’t want anything else.”

“Your status…”

“If you are upset about the reduction in my status, go work for the new Russian Second.” Alexei’s face turned hard.

Vasily bowed his head in supplication baring his neck. “No, Alpha, we’re yours. Whatever you decide to do, we will go with you. I just wanted you to have options.”

“I’m taking an option. I’ll be Fifth and grateful for the consideration. I’ll leave the politics to Armand. Obviously, he’s better at it than we are. Although there has been some resentment, miraculously gay bashing is now a hate crime in the United States, against federal law, and gay marriage has become legal.”

Second Excerpt from Beau’s Baby

Banner_SunsetClubBeau’s Baby is available from Amazon.com, at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01ENYSCVW, All Romance at https://goo.gl/A9OiAP and from MLR Press at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACK_BEBY It is the fourth book in the Sunset Club Series.

The Baby Shower

“Mama is one of those annoying dinner guests who show up early to help and drives the hostess nuts trying to find something for her to do. Papa and I have managed to get her to come only fifteen minutes early instead of the forty-five she used to insist on.”

Jack cracked up.

“Shit, there are a lot of people here,” he told Carlo in passing.

“Watch your mouth, caro, from now on we have little ears that learn naughty words first.” As Jack had been an only child, this was news to him.

Everyone from Carlo’s office came, all of the soccer team, Jack’s police buddies, and all the bartenders and waiters from the bar who liked Jack because he helped save one of their own.

Jason and Zach contributed to pay for the caterer and refused Carlo’s attempt to pay for the extra guests. “It’s a buffet, so we bought some extra shrimp. No big deal,” Bobby said.

Bobby and Keith bought them one for each of their cars and one for Hannah’s.

“I researched the safety ratings and found from several sources that they were the safest and easiest to install. It had the highest numbers and upon examination, I thought that Bella would be the most comfortable in this model,” Bobby said definitively.

Knowing how hung up Bobby was on auto safety after his parents’ deaths, Jack and Carlo listened to his sales pitch and nodded in all the appropriate places.

“Why three?” Jack asked. “Isn’t three excessive?”

“Where do you put the baby while you’re changing the seat out from one car to another?” Bobby asked them when he explained why he got three. “It certainly wasn’t to save you two from exercise,” Bobby said with his usual snark.

Jack and Carlo watched as Bobby left them, apparently happy to have been able to deliver his safety first lecture. Jack and Carlo were blissful that they wouldn’t have to drag that thing from one car to another and constantly figure out how to reinstall it. Carlo examined it carefully. “Only my cousin Enzo would appreciate all the work involved in designing that monster.”

“He’s the engineer, right?”

“Yeah, Bobby bought us a model so sturdy it could likely keep a baby alligator strapped in and comfortable.”

Beau’s Baby out on Amazon

BeausBaby_432Beau’s Baby, Number Four in the Sunset Club Series, is now available at mlrpress.com at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACK_BEBY and on Amazon.com at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01ENYSCVW. Beau’s Baby is a story about love lost and found again with someone new. The only problem is the old love keeps getting in the way in Jack’s mind.

When Beau dies and leaves Jack his infant daughter, Jack and his new boyfriend Carlo have to decide if they want each other and the baby. With the help of the soccer team and Carlo’s big, loving, Italian family, they just might  have a shot.

Beau’s Baby, A New Sunset Club Book

Google+_SunsetClub Beau’s lying, cheating, son of a bitch, ex-boyfriend Beau has committed suicide after his wife, Meredith, dies in childbirth. He leaves the sickly baby, Isabella, to Jack. Jack has been dating Carlo and so far they’ve kept it casual. Can Carlo be in it for the long haul?

Blurb:

Right after Jack Romano killed in man in the line of duty, he found out that his bemoaned first love’s wife has died in childbirth and his ex-lover killed himself leaving the sickly newborn to Jack. Carlo Del Monte has been chasing Jack for nine months and sees the baby—Isabella, Bella for short—as an opportunity to get Jack in his house as well as his bed, permanently. The two of them set up housekeeping with the help of friends and Carlo’s big Italian family then little Bella ends up in the intensive care since she lacks immunity to childhood diseases because her mother was never vaccinated,

Can Jack and Carlo find their way in their new relationship? Partners, husbands, fathers? With the help of
family and friends, the two will form a strong bond and an even stronger family.

Excerpt:

BeausBaby_432Four Years Ago
“Beau, get your lazy ass out of bed. I have the afternoon off.”Jack Romano went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and with a smile in his voice he continued, “Unless, of course, that’s where you’d like us to spend our afternoon… Beau? Where are you? Beau?”

Jack walked back to the bedroom of his and Beau’s apartment following the sound of voices. Figuring it was one of the soccer team, Jack walked through the door and glanced around looking  for his man. He found him. Beau was fucking Meredith Simmons in their bed.

“I’m sorry that you had to find out like this, Jack. I’ve been trying to tell you, but…” Beau got out of bed and started to dress.”Tell me what? What is this?” Jack’s voice broke. “This is a mistake. You’re gay. We’ve been together since high school.”

“Meredith, get dressed. We’ll be in the living room. Finish your beer, Jack.”
“No, I don’t want to fucking finish my beer. I want to know what’s going on.”

“No, I don’t want to fucking finish my beer. I want to know what’s going on.”
“It’s pretty straight forward, I’m in love with Meredith and I’m going to marry her.”

“It’s pretty straight forward, I’m in love with Meredith and I’m going to marry her.”
“Honey, I’m leaving so you can get this mess straightened out. Don’t let him corrupt you again.” Meredith let herself out, the door closing quietly behind her.

“Honey, I’m leaving so you can get this mess straightened out. Don’t let him corrupt you again.” Meredith let herself out, the door closing quietly behind her.
“How long?” Jack asked needing to know.

“How long?” Jack asked needing to know.
“Six months, maybe more.”

“Six months, maybe more.”
“But we made love yesterday.”

“But we made love yesterday.”
“We fucked yesterday. Let’s get down to business. Meredith and I would like this apartment so we’d appreciate it if you found somewhere else to live.”

“We fucked yesterday. Let’s get down to business. Meredith and I would like this apartment so we’d appreciate it if you found somewhere else to live.”
“No fucking way…it’s my name on the lease, and you’re the one who’s leaving.”

“You’ll be sorry you’re doing this. I was planning on seeing you on the side once Meredith and I are married. You know I love you but I can’t get ahead at work being a fag, I need a wife.”“No, you’re wrong. Gays are accepted everywhere. Please, we

“No, you’re wrong. Gays are accepted everywhere. Please, we can work this out.”

“We can’t. I won’t put my future in jeopardy.”

“You’re gay. You aren’t going to change that.”

“Actually, I’m bi.” Beau came up to put his arms around Jack.

“You love me. We’ll talk about all of this when I get back.”

Jack broke Beau’s hold and with tears streaming down his cheeks said, “Get the hell out of my apartment. You can move out tomorrow. I’ll sort out your things tonight.”

“You can’t do that.”

“As I said, my name is on the lease. Get the fuck out. You’re leaving me.”

“Jack, be reasonable, we can be together when I come home from the honeymoon. We’ll have to sneak around but—”

“Do you really think I’m capable of that? Helping you cheat? No, just no.”

“You’ll change your mind when I come home. I’ll be back.”

“Get the fuck out, get out of here, right now.” Jack’s voice broke again. Beau slammed the door on his way out. Jack sat down on the sofa that he and Beau picked out for the living room seven months ago, put his head in his hands and wept.

“Beau, Beau, how can I live without you? But I can’t be with you as long as you’re with her.”

Bobby and Keith’s House
Thursday in June, Four Years Later
Eight in the Morning

Jack was distraught when he came back to Bobby’s. Carlo was with him.

“They’re not doing anything to you because you shot Billy are they?” Reggie asked obviously worried. Reggie and Mark were staying with Bobby because of the fire.

“No, but any officer-involved shooting requires a hearing. The captain already called it a good shoot. The rest of the procedure is all technicalities…” Jack still had storm clouds over his face. He and Carlo sat down at the kitchen table and Marla poured them some coffee. Jack appeared dumbstruck.He finally blurted out, “Meredith died in childbirth three days ago.” Jack’s voice broke. “She had a little girl. Beau killed himself yesterday and left custody of the infant to me in a new will he made after Meredith died. They tried to contact me yesterday, but I was busy with the Billy business. I have to go sign paperwork at Social Services if I accept custody. No one has been there for

 

“There isn’t anyone else.” Jack’s shoulders shook.

“I have to go see her at the hospital if I accept custody. There is no family. If I don’t take her, she’ll go into the foster system. I have to make up my mind right away.”

“What?” Bobby screeched in anger.

“You heard me. Carlo came to my apartment when he heard about the shooting. He’s going to help me with the legal mess. I’ll take that security job with you, Keith, if the offer is still open. Now that I’m going to have a child, I need steady work that doesn’t require me to place my life on the line.”

“Of course, the offer is still open.” Bobby put his arm around Jack. “Are you okay?”

“I haven’t had time to think about it. They’re holding a note for me from Beau at his lawyer’s office.”

“Do you need any baby things? I have Kitty’s things, although they’re not the best quality,” Jason offered.

“I have to get some stuff from their apartment. Meredith probably bought things for the baby. I’ll need to purchase a house. My apartment has only one bedroom.” Jack’s face scrunched up in worry.

“Do you need money?” Reggie asked.

“I don’t know Reg. I promise I’ll let you know.”

“The two bedroom across the street from us is for sale. It’s small, but there is plenty of property if you want to expand later,” Jason said. “Stella is going into Assisted Living.”

“I might be interested. Carlo needs to look at Beau’s finances. I’m going to visit her at the hospital now. They’re keeping her for a while, she’s underweight.”

“How much underweight?” Bobby asked.

“She weighs only three pounds even though she was full term. Although she’s finally breathing on her own and just started sucking the bottle, they told me she can’t go home yet. Meredith wasn’t eating much. She wanted to keep her figure,” Jack said, the disgust plain on his face.

Bobby’s jaw dropped. “What a bitch.”

“Carlo’s coming with me. The Billy mess is cleaned up, now I have one of my own.”

Bobby reached out and touched Jack’s arm. “You don’t have to take her. An infant girl is greatly prized on the adoption market. She’d get a home quickly.”

“I have to keep her. She’s all I have left of Beau. I’ve got to go,” Jack choked on a sob. He left with Carlo and the door closed behind them.

“Goddamn Beau, he’s sabotaging Jack’s relationships from the grave,” Jason cursed.

“It’s clear that he’s not going to change his mind about keeping her. Carlo was doing more than a flyby here. I wonder how he feels about this.” Keith poured more coffee.

“Not you, baby, you’re on medication, remember, Greg said limit your caffeine,” Reggie told Mark. “Have juice with Bobby.He’s on meds too.”

“We’ll all have to help him do this. The little girl is an innocent, she can’t help that her father was a lying, cheating, son of a bitch,” Bobby said eyes moving from Jason to Reggie.

“It isn’t like we haven’t taken care of little girls before, we have Kitty-cat. As far as Carlo is concerned, he was interested. We’ll find out how invested he is now. Let’s see how this all plays out.” Reggie moved to the sofa and sat down in a huff.

Bobby lifted his juice. “A toast to Billy’s fortunate demise. As for Beau, may he rest in peace, if that’s possible for a liar and acheat whose only good deed was offing himself?”

“Here, here…” They men clinked their coffee cups and glasses.

“We’ll know more about what Jack wants to do once he and Carlo will take care of the legalities,” Keith observed.

“I don’t know about you, but to me it looked like Carlo was all in,” Zach noted.

Jason’s face was rife with speculation. “I believe you’re right.”

 

Sam’s New Mission – The Sarran Senator

When Senator Sam Johnson followed his daughter and grandson to Sarran, he was determined to keep a better eye on them than he had on Earth. It took his new Sarran sons-in-law to point the horrible physical and mental abuse Sara was dealing with married to Bradley, an up and coming local politician.

On Sarran Sam expected to be a father and a grandsire and nothing else. But the Sarrans are not a race that wastes talent. They offer both Sam and Michael the chance to become fully Sarran and they both accept, Sam being tapped to advise the Sarran Elders and Michael, although very young, a pair bond with Google_SarranSeriesthe equally psyhchically precocious Naffie.

He also finds a pair bond with Tarin, an engineer of rare talent. When the Elders decide to hold a mixer to introduce the new fems to Warrior Pairs the whole of single Sarran is at the hangar with their only defense being the newly installed Sky Shield, the Sarran equivalent of Star Wars. At the mixing, Tarin and Sam are introduced to Meg, their fem by Snowy, and Midnight, their respective cats.

Before they even had a chance to get to know each other The Zyptz attack during the mixer,  the Elder Council fems are poisoned and Sam must face battle again. Can Sarran beat back the Zyptz again. This time they have also attacked Earth.

Blurb for The Sarran Senator

The_Sarran_Senator_400x600The Sarrans return home from Earth in triumph, having gained many new Earthen fems, coffee, chocolate, and cats.

Senator Samuel Johnson joins his grandson Michael, his daughter Sara, and her WarriorPair on Sarran. To his delighted surprise, he bonds irrevocably with Tarin, one of Sarran’s top engineers. Tarin had been bonded before and thought he would never experience a bond again, yet Sam’s love gives him a new lease on life. Now they only hope the Goddess has a fem for them.

Then the Sarran Elders host a mixer for Sarran warriors to meet the Earthen fems. Margaret Mary O’Neil, Meg to her friends, is a talented woman who fled to Sarran like so many Earth women looking for a new life. When she meets Sam and Tarin, her life changes forever.

But while things are looking up for the Sarrans, with new babies being born and WarriorPairs settling down, their enemy the Zyptz are relentless in their efforts to wipe them out. When the Zyptz attack both Sarran and Earth, the mutual dependence between the two becomes ever more evident.

The Sarran Senator is on pre-order at Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C3J942U

The Sarran Senator

Google_SarranSeriesThe Sarrans came to Earth, and everything changed…Meet the Sarran Senator Samuel Johnson from the State of New Jersey; potential presidential candidate went to Sarran to be with his daughter Sara and his grandson Michael. Little did he know that on Sarran he had a bond and a fem waiting. With the help of cats, Midnight and Snowy they find each other and unearth a nest of vipers at Sarran’s breast. This is Sam’s introduction to Sarran.

 

Sam looked up at the sky from the courtyard of Castle Air. Somewhere in that vast sky was sol, the Earth’s sun. Here it was just a twinkle in the sky. The last forty risings were eventful. All of the Eathen women from the first wave who bonded gave birth and the fems from the second wave were all pregnant.  There were bebes everywhere you looked.

Mark, Juraens and Sara invited him across the planet this evening for the moontine meal. I can’t believe I can travel halfway around the planet with but a thought.

On 3/13 Marking Kane hit #1 on AllRomance

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Marking Kane, the fourth Book in the Werewolves of Manhattan Series hit #1 on AllRomance for two days running. It is also 729 on Amazon. I want to say, thank you to everyone who likes my werewolves and tell them that there is another one coming on May 20th from MLR Press. Its name is Alexei’s Mouse and is about the Russian Alpha, Alpha Alexei Davidoff and Julio Reyes who has a surprise of his own for the council.

 

The Character and Culture of the Loup Garou

Google_WerewolvesManhattanIn the culture of the loup garou, rape of a Mate is the worst crime that can be perpetrated against an Alpha and according to loup garou law, if a human commits the crime, the Alpha is powerless because he can do nothing but wait for the human justice system to punish the rapist.

Gabriel Martin, Alpha of the Southeastern Territory of the United States and Chief Information and Technology Officer of Garou Industries is put into this situation when he finds his mate, Kane Brady in an alleyway after being gang raped by five students from McClennan High School’s basketball team.  Kane, the teacher of two of the star players, refuses to pass the students who did no schoolwork in his class all semester because their coach told them that they shouldn’t have to be taught by a fag.

My intention in writing this book was to highlight how unfair the justice system is to any victim of the crime of rape. The assailants get out of jail on bail, and the accuser has to live in fear until the justice system grinds along to its conclusion possibly taking a year or more to do so depending on the skill of the defendant’s lawyer.

Rape committed against a homosexual man is especially heinous because it ‘s harder to prove.  Essentially, the jury is made to believe that the victim should have been able to fight off his attackers or, that he somehow asked to be raped because he is gay and presumed to be promiscuous.

The victim is made to relive the incident all over again when badgered by the rapist’s defense attorney on the witness stand. He is forced to defend his morality and the validity of his sexual orientation when the lawyer finds a way to introduce his sexual history into the proceedings. If the jury has even one bigot, the result could be a hung jury, and unless the prosecutor decides to retry the case, justice is not served.

Gabriel knows this; his mother was brutally raped when he was a young pup, and the assailant, a human, was never captured. Now Gabriel must find a way to get his Mate to accept intimacy when this horrendous crime is the only sexual experience he has ever had.

If Gabriel tears the rapists apart, he loses his life for harming humans. If he doesn’t, he stands to lose both his Mate and his self-respect? How does Gabriel protect his Mate in the face of human law? How does his Mate recover and be able to embrace Gabriel joyfully at the mating?

When I started this book, I knew that any rape victim was victimized twice, one by their rapist and the second time by the system that is supposedly sworn to protect them.  In the culture I created for the loup garou, the Alpha is put in an impossible position, he has to seek justice for his Mate, yet both human and loup garou law forbid him to do so, even if justice isn’t served by the system.

How Gabriel, his fellow Alphas, and their Mates bring Kane through this tragedy shows the essence of the character of the loup garou, a culture who by circumstance must live under the laws of a system that is not their own.

I further explore this theme in the fifth novel of this series, Alexei’s Mouse telling the story of a Russsian Alpha forced to live under the Putin’s repressive regime that encourages violence against homosexuals.

I hope you enjoy Marking Kane, but I would also like my readers to consider the cause and effect of the crime of rape which has become part of a culture of violence on our college and university campuses.

 

Marking Kane Now on Amazon

Ad_MarkingKaneMarking Kane is now on Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01CN19QQW Marking Kane is the story of Kane Brady, a teacher at McClennan High School in New York City who refuses to pass the two, star basketball players in his class who did no work all term.

The players are supported in their refusal to do work for a fag by the basketball coach, Tom Hughes, who is told of their plot to get back at Kane and does nothing.

Gabriel Martin is the loup garou who is the Chief of Information and Technology at Garou Industries and the Alpha of the Southeastern Territory of North America. On the airplane on his way home from Atlanta he dreamed of his future mate and his dream was interrupted just as he was about to pull him into his arms. In his dream, his mate was nothing like he expected, an English teacher rather than a scientist, small and fine-boned rather than tall and built. A traffic jam traps his limousines half a block from his apartment so, in frustration, he gets out and walks.

Twenty feet in front of the limousine he finds Kane Brady, his mate, who has been brutally molested. How does a loup garou and his mate cope with the worst crime an Alpha can imagine, the molestation of his mate.

 

Second Excerpt from Marking Kane Book Four of Werewolves of Manhattan

Marking Kane, Book Four of the Werewolves of Manhattan is available for sale at MLR Press http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACK_KANE

Ad_MarkingKaneArmand swept into the Emergency Room, imperious as always, followed by Sean, who refused to stay at home. “Alpha Martin is going to be nuts and of no help at all to his Mate. Let me come with you and Dr. Artis. Maybe the gods will see fit to have my voice help,” Sean told Armand, and because the crime was so heinous, Armand reluctantly acquiesced.

“Armand, over here. They’re making us wait.” Gabriel propped his Mate up in the orange plastic chair.
The Alpha shouted, “Artis, get over here and make sure they give him a bed immediately.”
Gabriel’s very Human Mate was desperately trying to cover himself in the filthy tatters of his clothing. Gabriel had taken off his coat to cover him. Artis and Armand moved to Gabriel’s side.

Artis spoke, “Alpha, I have to take him now. I need to see how
bad it is. You don’t need to look at this.” Gabriel couldn’t seem to make his fingers let go of his Mate’s
shoulder.

“Alpha Martin, I’ll go. I promise I’ll take good care of him,” Sean said.

“Alpha Mate, thank the gods. Can you soothe him?”

“I’ll do my best. Go with The Alpha. He’s calling Detective Sergeant Murphy.”

“Murphy got a promotion.”

“Yes, he took the test and was first on the list.”

Sean ushered Kane into the treatment area where Artis immediately requested a rape kit. He held the shaking man in his arms. “I’m Sean Quinn-La Marche. The man who found you is Gabriel Martin and my husband is his boss. Gabriel called Armand because he has some pull in the city. We’re going to take care of you and find out who
did this.”

Excerpt from Marking Kane, Werewolves of Manhattan, Book 4 out 3/4 from MLR

Ad_MarkingKaneFirst Week in December Friday
The faculty room at New York City’s McClellan High School
reeked of industrial strength cleaner, sweat socks, and chalk. The
walls were made of dirty beige concrete blocks and the linoleum
was beginning to crack. Today it was empty save for Coach Tom
Hughes and Kane Brady, the junior year English teacher, who were involved in a heated exchange.

Neither Johnny Sanders nor Deon Jackson did the work. They didn’t turn in one homework assignment all semester; they refused to take all of their tests and didn’t even bother to do their  term papers. I have to fail them.”

“Do you realize that Johnny is the power forward and Deon is the point guard for McClellan High School’s basketball team?  This year’s team has a shot at the state championship.”

“Tom, they’re not here to learn to play basketball, they can do that on the street or at the Y. They’re here for an education and they won’t get one if we continue to pass students along without them doing the work required to get a passing grade.”

“Are you telling me physical education isn’t important?” Coach loomed over Kane, who was only five foot six.

“Physical Education is as important as English is to their development. If they failed to show up for your class, sat on the sidelines for every exercise and disrupted the class on a regular basis what would you do? I know you’ve failed students.” Kane’s eyes blazed.

“I didn’t fail our two, star basketball players,” the Coach huffed.

“Talk to them about what happened. I didn’t want to be unreasonable so when I realized they were on the team and
failing my class, I told the boys in November what they had to do to pass. I also told their parents. They didn’t do it. They didn’t turn in one missed homework assignment or the term paper I assigned in September.”

“They don’t have time for all that shit, they have to practice. The other teachers go along. This is your first year here. You fail Deon and Johnny and you’re out on your ear.” Coach drank the sludge they called coffee and stared at Kane pointedly.

“And I’m out on my ear if these kids don’t pass the standardized tests at the end of the school year.”

“There are ways of getting around that.” Coach Hughes was trying to physically intimidate him, and Kane wasn’t buying it.

“So which do you suggest, do I sacrifice their education so they graduate without being able to read passed a sixth-grade level? Or do you suggest I fail them and give them the incentive to pass next semester so they can play ball?”

“These boys can get scholarships for college if they play,” the coach said belligerently.

“And if they don’t do the work here, their professors will fail them because they can’t keep up and they won’t be able to play or pay for the education they were promised.” Kane was practically begging the coach to put the kids and their futures first.

“They have difficult lives at home.” The coach got sanctimonious.

“No, they don’t. They have both of their parents and both sets of parents work. Deon’s father is a policeman and Johnny’s mother is a nurse. I’ve spoken to them and they agree with my decision. Their boys have gotten out of hand. They are aware that their sons have not done any schoolwork for the past two years, with the school turning a blind eye. As I said, I have their full support. The parents would rather have their sons educated
than have them only know how to play basketball.”

“They don’t have the mental capacity to do the work.”

“I’d like to see you tell that to their parents. If they were incapable of doing the assignments, I’d suggest putting them in a remedial class, but they can do the work, they just refuse to do
it.” Kane glared at the coach.

“One way or another, you’ll pay for this. Those kids were my ticket to coaching college ball and I’m not going to lose out because of you,” Tom shouted. Kane shrunk back. The coach was six foot six and about two hundred fifty pounds to his one forty soaking wet.

“Get them another student to tutor them. If they catch up, I’ll change their grade,” Kane offered.

“Fuck you, Brady. Either you pass both Deon and Johnny, or you’ll pay the consequences. This is what happens when you let fags teach school.”

“I could have you fired for that remark.”

The coach pushed him up against a wall, shook him, and said, “Buddy, you’re not going to be around long enough to complain.”

He let Kane go and Kane slipped to the floor.

Tom Hughes tore out of the faculty room and down the corridor.

Kane had stood his ground but was shaking in his boots. He wished he had someone to talk to about this, but this was his first year teaching and since he came in August from Indiana, he hadn’t had time to make friends. The coach had been at the school for five years. What is my word worth against his?

§ § §

The coach approached Johnny and Deon in the locker room. “He won’t budge. If you get your papers in, he’ll pass you, if you don’t you fail. You should have made a token effort.”

“Why should we have to be in class with a fag? Why would I want to do work for a fag? He needs schooling of a different kind. By the time Deon and I are through with him, there’ll be a new teacher in English Three who gets how to play the game.”

Johnny’s smile boded no good for Kane Brady.

“Yeah, let’s see how much he really likes to take it up the ass.” Deon poked his friend in the ribs. “We’ll make it a team effort.” Deon laughed out loud.

“Yeah sort of like a class project,” Johnny smirked.

“I didn’t hear you say that. Remember, if you get caught, it will go worse for you than if you fail,” Coach told them. “You’re courting jail time and then no college or pro team will have you.”

“You’re just as guilty as we are for encouraging us not to participate in that fag’s class and you’ve threatened other teachers before this.” Deon spat. “This one is the first one to face you down. The fag has balls, who knew?”

“If he fails us, you don’t get to coach college ball. If we get caught, you don’t get to coach college ball. It would be in your interest to let us know where he lives so we can take care of business, and to provide us with an alibi if we need one.” Johnny stood waiting for the requested information.

“He sometimes stays late to review papers and make up his lesson plans. You can follow him home. If you get caught, you’re on your own.”

“No, we’re not. You’re right there with us. We told you what we’re going to do, if you don’t report us, you’re as guilty as we are. But, we all know you won’t make any waves because you want that college coaching position.”

“All right, go, do your worst. If you get caught, I know nothing.”

Right…” said Deon as he elbowed Johnny in the ribs and smirked.

§ § §

Kane hadn’t realized it was after nine. He was grading papers. It was easier to do that at school. Here he could spread out unlike in his efficiency apartment. However, his apartment was only two blocks from work on the edge of New York’s trendy SoHo and convenient to shopping. It also had huge windows which let in more light than the usual city apartment. His was a neighborhood in flux. He lived in an old tenement and there was a pricey new high-rise down the block at Ten Sullivan. It was the tallest building in SOHO.

Kane sighed, gathered up his papers, put them in his satchel, and closed up his classroom.

“Good night, Ernie,” he called to the janitor as he left the building.

“Good night, Mr. Brady. You be careful. There’s a lot of snow and ice outside and they’re predicting another storm. Schools will probably be closed tomorrow.”

“I’ll be careful. Thanks.”

§ § §

Kane shivered in the cold. The walk home seemed more difficult tonight, feet dragging through the snow piles with the wind gusts almost picking him up off the ground. He kept on looking over his shoulder. Kane was sure someone was following him. Every time he glanced backward he saw shadows in
doorways.

He looked around again and watched five boys in ski masks come out of an alley. They were walking quickly toward him, with seeming purpose. As they got closer, he realized that they were following him. He began to walk faster. They also picked up speed. Kane started to run.

Marking Kane out March 4th from MLR Press

Marking Kane, the fourth book of The Werewolves of Manhattan is coming out on March 4th from MLR Press.

Gabriel Martin has hope. Three of the Alphas on theMarkingKane_432
council have found mates in the past few years. Returning
to New York from Atlanta, he comes across a human who
has been raped in an alleyway. The human is his mate, Kane
Brady.
Kane has been teaching at the local high school and
refuses to rubberstamp the education of their star basketball
players—almost paying the price with his life. He’s unusual
as he’s a Human Omega but he can’t be intimate with
Gabriel because of his horrific experience.
It’s up to the Alphas and their Mates to help Kane
recover and accept all that it is to be with Gabriel.

Cover Reveal-Marking Kane – Werewolves of Manhattan Book Four

MarkingKane_432The worst crime perpetrated against an Alpha is to molest his mate. Gabriel Martin, coming home from his pack territory in Atlanta is stuck in a traffic jam down the block from his penthouse in his changing SOHO neighborhood. His beautiful apartment is at Tne Sullivan and down at Twenty-five is a fourth-floor walk-up where teacher Kane Brady resides.

Gabriel, a loup garou council Alpha, was on his way home to the penthouse he kept in Manhattan, from Atlanta and his Southeastern United States territory. There is a terrible traffic jam on Sullivan Street, and Gabriel decides the walk the rest of the block to his penthouse.  As he exits his limousine, he encounters a small human, Kane Brady,  molested by five men, who lay bleeding in the snow with his clothes in tatters.

Instead of just dialing 911, Gabriel, against the protests of his driver and his Beta runs to help the human. He finds the human is his Mate, Kane Brady, a teacher at McClellan High School molested for the crime of refusing to give a token passing grade to a two basketball stars. The molesters are human and therefore, Gabriel can only get relief for his Mate through the human justice system which is sometimes neither just or fair. How can Gabriel expect intimacy from his Mate when his only experience with intimacy is assault.

The Alpha Mates have their work cut out for them, helping to heal Kane and convincing a very frighten Mate to allow his Alpha physical intimacy.

Aden Available in Audio at Audible and Amazon

audio AdenAbandoned at a truck stop…with nothing….
Aden, a handsome young nurse, is destitute after his new boyfriend rumbles away in his semi with everything Aden owns in the back. He has no money, no clothes, and no car. Nothing. Maybe his boyfriend really didn’t intend to take him to California to live happily ever after.

Dr. Dare O’Roarke has everything….
Dare has the perfect life—a lovely home, nice things, a fulfilling job as a surgeon in a New Mexico community where his services are desperately needed. He has it all…but someone to share it with. The young man huddled at the side of the road needs help. And Dare is happy to provide assistance in reclaiming his belongings and offers his guesthouse to rent…and a job recommendation.

But someone is after Aden….
Someone terrifyingly determined wants to take him away from his happy life and the growing attraction between Aden and Dare. Soon, the sheriff’s department, the FBI, Aden’s mother, and two new dogs and cats are trying to protect Aden. Will it be enough to protect Aden and Dare from a madman?

Aden is available in Audio Form from Amazon and Audible.

Marking Kane, Werewolves of Manhattan

My newest release in the Werewolves of Manhattan series will be released by MLR Press on March 4th. It’s entitled Marking Kane. Here is the cover and the blurb:

MarkingKane_432Gabriel Martin has hope. Three of the Alphas on the council have found mates in the past few years. Returning to New York from Atlanta, he comes across a human who has been raped in an alleyway. The human is his mate, Kane Brady.

Kane has been teaching at the local high school and refuses to rubber stamp the education of their star basketball players—almost paying the price with his life. He’s unusual as he’s a Human Omega but he can’t be intimate with Gabriel because of his horrific experience.

It’s up to the Alphas and their Mates to help Kane recover and accept all that it is to be with Gabriel.

Waiting for Mark Gets a Five Star Review

Waiting for Mark got a five star review on Amazon.com. It is available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AFL2I8K, at All Romance at https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-waitingformark-1964546-149.html and at MLR Press at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKWMARK

 

5.0 out of 5 stars One of the BEST series out there., January 20, 2016
By
This review is from: Waiting for Mark (The Sunset Club Book 3) (Kindle Edition)
This is a great book for a great series. I can’t wait for the next one. The way AC leads to the next book makes you watching for the next one and asking the author when. I was so drawn into this book like the others before it. The way its written makes you feel like your there seeing it happening. Its hard to find a true romance manlove series. I don’t do the paranormal i like the books just like this one. So if you like to feel like your right there for the action read this book.

Third Excerpt from Waiting for Mark

Here is the third excerpt from Waiting for Mark, the third in the Sunset Club Series which is available at MLR athttp://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKWMARK at Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AFL2I8K and at All Romance at https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-waitingformark-1964546-149.html

WaitingForMark_432 (1)Reggie felt good talking to Mark somewhere other than the club. The club was always noisy, and the music was loud. That’s why he used to stop in as soon as the club was open and eat dinner. Even though Mark was working, he, at least, got to chat with him without so much distraction. However, at nine the DJ started, Mark got busy, and Reggie was the distraction. So he generally left at nine.

He was intrigued when Mark first refused to go out with him, so he kept asking. About six months into the chase, Reggie’s feelings morphed and he started to respect Mark and eventually, to love him. Now he needed Mark to believe in him and for that, he had to keep him safe.

The water was still running in the shower. Reggie took his phone out of his pocket and called Jack Romano. “Jack, Reggie. Did you do any poking around in the matter of Billy Cruz and Jay Conway?”

“Yeah, I did. Cruz is a nutcase. Conway’s is a want-to-be. Now that Jeremy’s a resident at Central Shore, I had him peek at Mark’s medical records. Mark almost died because of Billy, but didn’t press charges.”

“Oh my God, it was that bad? He didn’t tell me that,” Reggie said, upset for Mark.

“Well, at least we recognize the type of crazy we’re dealing with.” Reggie sighed.

“There is that. I caught a case. I’ll see you Sunday,” Jack told Reggie.

“I’m glad you’re coming. I thought we lost you when Beau left.” Jack went silent.

from the phone. Mark was ready. “I’ve got to go to. Mark and I have some errands to run.”

“Is that the way the wind is blowing?” Jack laughed.

“I hope so. Good luck with your case.”

“Goodbye, Reg, don’t worry so much. We’ll all help.”

“I know you will. See you Sunday.” Reggie looked up at Mark. “That was Jack Romano. He has the department keeping an eye out for Cruz. If Cruz is seen in Oakhurst, Wayside or any other part of Ocean Township, he’ll tell us.”

“Who’s Beau?”

“Beau is a lying, cheating son of a bitch bastard. He broke Jack’s heart. They were living together for two years, since their graduation from high school. One day Jack found him in their bed with a woman. Jack loved Beau so much even though he caught him cheating, he begged him to stay, but Beau left and married the girl.”

“Was he bi?”

“Never was that we knew about. It was always Jack and Beau. Jack was severely hurt. Especially when Beau came back after the wedding wanting to take up with Jack again.” Reggie got incensed just talking about Beau.

“What did Jack do?” Mark sounded like he cared about what happened to Jack, that made Reggie feel good..

“Jack was devastated that Beau thought so little of him to think he would help him cheat on his wife. He hasn’t looked at anyone else since.” Reggie shrugged his shoulders.

“It takes time,” Mark said. He patted Reggie on the back. “I’m ready. Let’s go before the stores get too crowded.”

Second Excerpt from Waiting for Mark

Here is an Excerpt from Waiting for Mark, the third in the Sunset Club Series which is available at MLR at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKWMARK at Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AFL2I8K and at All Romance at https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-waitingformark-1964546-149.html

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Asbury Park ~ Eight Years Ago

Mark Randall rode his bicycle down to the 7-11 on Route 71. He was out to get cigarettes for his mother; she was too drunk to drive, and Mark wasn’t allowed to drive her car.

When he pedaled into the parking lot, he was taken aback by the sheer number of motorcycles and their riders that stood on the black macadam. As he entered the store, he felt eyes boring into his back. Mark didn’t turn around; he knew better. He was gay, and he looked the part. He was small, slender with curly black hair, eyes that bordered on dark violet in the right light and had a tendency to be seen as feminine. Not over the top, he thought, just a little bit frilly. Mark didn’t want any trouble. Sometimes if you even glanced at a straight guy you were asking for a beating. He went back to the refrigerated display cases, ostensibly looking at water and juice. He figured he’d hang out back there until they left. Initially, there were three of them at the register, now there were four. The one biker’s eyes were setting Mark’s windbreaker on fire. He could see the guy’s reflection in the glass as he stood in front of the case.

Realizing he couldn’t stay back there forever, Mark watched them. As soon as they left, he went up to the register, purchased a bottle of water, his mother’s smokes, and went out the door. He was greeted by a bicycle with two flat tires.

Mark didn’t even think; he was so angry. He shouted out, “Which one of you assholes did this?” He pointed to the bike. God damn it, it’s my only means of transportation.

“That would be me.” A big, good-looking guy with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and arms covered in tattoos walked to the front of the pack. This was the same biker who’d stared at him inside the store.Shit…I better forget about the bicycle and get ready to run. Wait, the guy is smiling at me. Maybe this isn’t as bad as it looks. The fire in his eyes is singeing my eyelashes. I thought it was anger, maybe not.

Mark shrugged. “I’ll go to the gas station down the street and get the tires fixed. So what did you accomplish besides pissing me off and making me walk?”

“Without the bicycle, I figured you’d ride with me. You’d look slamming on my bitch seat with those silky black curls blowing in the wind.”

“I don’t want to be anyone’s bitch.” Mark grabbed his bike and started to walk.

The biker took charge. “I think you’ll want to be mine. My friend here will get his truck and follow us to your place, and we’ll have an opportunity to introduce ourselves to one another.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It’s only a ride on a public road. What have you got to lose?”

Mark looked at the guy. He was good-looking, seemed sincere, and taking care of his mother gave Mark no time to have a boyfriend. He was about to turn eighteen, and he was still a virgin.

“You’ll take me home and nowhere else?”

“I said I would.”

“I won’t ride with you unless you have an extra helmet.”

The biker snapped his fingers, and one of the others handed him a helmet.

“Okay.” Why not? We’re on a bike out in the open.

Mark stuck out his hand. “Mark Randall.”

The biker reciprocated. “Billy Cruz.” Billy gave Mark the helmet. “With this, I can talk to you. There’s a microphone inside.”

Mark put the helmet on and climbed onto the back of the bike.

“Are you in school?”

“No, I had a scholarship to Monmouth University, but I couldn’t afford the fees.”

“What about Brookdale?”

“I might have been able to afford community college, but I don’t have a car, and it’s all the way over in Lincroft. Right now, I work in the head shop on Asbury Avenue.”

“The Smoking Den?” Billy asked.

“That’s the one. I make better money there than I did bagging groceries at Acme.” Billy turned a corner, and Mark grabbed Billy and held on tighter.

“If you were mine, you wouldn’t have to work, and I’d pay for your schooling.”

“I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”

“We’ll see.”

Two months later, just after his eighteenth birthday, Mark moved in with Billy.

 

* * *

 

Asbury Park ~ One Year Later

Mark cowered in the corner. “I didn’t flirt. I swear.”

“He was staring at you.” Billy stood over him, fists at the ready.

“I can’t help that he leered at me. I didn’t look back.” Billy took his fat fist and punched Mark in the belly. Mark went down to the floor clutching his stomach. He rolled into a ball trying to make himself small and give Billy less surface area to kick.

Billy’s boot connected to his ribs, his arm, and his thigh again and again. “If you weren’t trying to attract him, then how did you see he was leering?”

Mark moved his leg in pain and Billy gave him a vicious kick to his balls. He swallowed a sob. “Please, I passed him on the way to the bathroom. You came with me, remember?” Billy ignored what Mark said, giving him another few kicks in the ribs.

“You dress like that to attract attention to yourself.”

Mark whimpered and tried to make himself smaller. He thought to attempt to reason with Billy. “Please, listen…you buy my clothes. I wear what you tell me to wear. How can I dress provocatively if you buy me all my clothing?” Billy started to kick his ribs again with his biker boots.

Mark knew he had broken ribs; it was difficult to take a deep breath. He couldn’t tell if he had a punctured lung and his arm lay funny under his chest and hurt like hell. Mark figured his eyes were blackened because he couldn’t see out of either one, and his head pounded in enough pain that he suspected a concussion. He had blacked out, but he couldn’t tell how long he was unconscious. When he opened his eyes again, the pain was relentless.

Now, Mark was sobbing without making a sound; he knew if he cried out, the beating would get worse. Billy wasn’t even drunk this time. Mark finally realized that Billy beat him not because Mark did something wrong; he beat him because Billy was mean through and through. He didn’t want a boyfriend; he wanted a bed slave to use as a punching bag. The only hope Mark had, was that the others would arrive for their meeting tonight before Billy beat Mark to death.

Waiting for Mark at Amazon and All Romance

Waiting for Mark is now available for purchase at Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AFL2I8K and at All Romance at https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-waitingformark-1964546-149.html

An Excerpt from Waiting for Mark due out on Friday, January 8th.

WaitingForMark_432 (1)Here is an excerpt from Waiting for Mark, the third in the Sunset Club Series. The book is due out from MLR Press on Friday, January 8th.

Someone rang the bell and Bobby went to answer it. “It’s Carlo.”

Carlo and Bobby came back to the kitchen. “Ah, excellent, coffee…”
Carlo took a legal pad out of his briefcase and handed one to Jack. “You ask your questions, then I’ve got a few of my own.”

“Do they have to answer questions now when they are so upset?” Keith snapped at Jack and Carlo. “I was about to call Greg and ask him to order a tranquilizer for Mark as soon as the pharmacy opens.”

“Better they do it while it’s fresh in their mind. We’re talking about a double homicide here,” Jack reminded Keith. He sounded more pissed off than the just the Billy situation warranted. Jack was usually a cool customer.

“Okay, but keep it short. Remember, Mark is already emotionally unstable because of Billy and has recently been released from the hospital himself.”

“Why does Billy want you?” Jack asked. “Why is he going to so much trouble when he could have just left when we were about to arrest him?”

“What’s he supposed to do, read Billy’s mind? Come on Jack…” Reggie protested.

“It’s okay, I’ll answer. Seven years ago I left a bad situation at home when Billy asked me to live with him. He was nice to me and had money. I’d never seen kind or money, so I left home as soon as I turned eighteen with the provision that Billy would take care of my mother.”

“What happened after that?” Jack asked.

“Billy began to abuse me.”

“Jack, damn it, you know all of this.” Reggie was getting angry.
Mark took a close look at Reggie. “Go lay down. You look like shit. I have Bobby and Keith here to defend me if necessary. I’ll stay if you go lay down.”

“I’ll hold you to that, baby. If you go, I’ll hunt you down.”

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Waiting for Mark

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Waiting for Mark is the third book in the series The Sunset Club. It tells Reggie and Mark’s story.

Reggie Mitchell has been in love with Mark Randall for over a year, but Mark sees him as a rich college kid trying to go slumming with a bartender. That is until Mark gets into trouble trying to help Reggie’s friend Bobby Michaels. Mark is being threatened with a violent ex-lover and the last time Billy got to Mark he was in the hospital for weeks. Reggie offers Mark the safe haven of his basement apartment but what he really wants is for Mark to seek safe haven in his arms.

Waiting for Mark will be released by MLR on January 8th.

Scarred Mate Now Available for Download from MLR and Amazon

ScarredMate_200Scarred Mate is now available for download from Amazon.com at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B016DZ4SYO, at MLR Press at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKSCMAT and at All Romance at https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-scarredmate-1904417-340.html.

Colin Callahan has a burn scar on his face that he feels horrifies everyone who sees it. So when Marc, a loup garou, tells him that he is his mate Colin feels that the only reason Marc could love him is a biological imperative.

Can Marc convince Colin that he really does have strong feelings for him or is Colin going to permanently hide away from Marc and let him die without ever knowing the satisfaction of loving his mate?

Scarred Mate Out from MLR on 10/9: Excerpt

ScarredMate_200Here is an Excerpt from my new release, Scared Mate coming from MLR Press on October 9th

Prologue

October 2015

Colin sat at work in the kitchen. He delivered Chinese food but normally Monday was his day off. He was doing a favor for Mr. Zhao filling in this Monday, and it wasn’t a very busy day. Autumn was the season that brought Colin flashbacks from his past. Tonight was his last night delivering Chinese. He was finally making enough from his books and as a teaching assistant to quit this job.

Colin’s mind traveled back to the events that had brought him to the present.

***

Last Week in August 2004/ Friday of Labor Day Weekend

Colin Callahan’s family took their vacation the last week in August down at the Jersey Shore. They rented the same house in Belmar every year, surrounded by other vacationers from the New York City Irish community. His ma worked as a teacher at the Middle School for Writers and Artists in Chelsea; a school Colin hoped to attend next year because Colin wanted to be a writer. His da was a firefighter, one of New York’s Bravest. Kathleen and Rory’s great-grandparents immigrated to New York from the same town in Ireland in the early thirties, searching for a better life. His great-grandfather, Shea Callahan, became a proud United States citizen just before he became a fireman. Both Colin’s father and grandfather followed Shea Callahan’s example.

Kathleen was a practical woman. Colin wasn’t born until 1993 when Rory and Kathleen felt they were financially stable. They were already well into their thirties. Kathleen felt she had fulfilled her duty, but Colin shone like the light of Rory Callahan’s life.

However, Rory Callahan couldn’t stay away from fire. Fires mesmerized him. So when the emergency horns blasted in Belmar that Thursday in August, Rory chaffed at the bit. “Kathleen, I’m going over to the station to see if the guys need an extra hand.”

“Rory Callahan, you promised to take Colin rollerblading down on the boards this afternoon.” Kathleen put her hands on her waist and tapped her foot on the linoleum floor.

Colin begged his father, “Da, you promised.”

Colin was short for an eleven-year-old and had a lean build. He had a shock of golden blond curls and luminous green eyes. At school, they teased him and said he looked like a girl. Colin’s da was the brightest spot in his young life. Kathleen took care of Colin, but she doted on Rory. Both Colin’s and Kathleen’s world revolved around Rory’s sun.

“Aye, I did promise you we’d go tonight. How about this, you come with me, and we can watch the fire together, and then we’ll go for ice cream in Bradley Beach.” Colin knew his da, and this was the best deal he was going to get, so he took it.

“Okay, Da. Let’s go see the fire.” Colin smiled. His time with his da was precious. He knew many of the boys in their Staten Island neighborhood who lost their fathers to the World Trade Center attack; Colin was glad his da made it out alive.

Whenever Rory pulled a shift, Colin worried about his safety. Rory told him his fears were foolish. “The World Trade Center was a once in a lifetime tragedy and the government established the Department of Homeland Security to make sure that it would never happen again.”

Somehow, that didn’t lighten Colin’s fears. Terrorists didn’t trouble Colin. His father did. He knew his da. The man was in love with fire, and she was a lover who could kill.

Rory took his battered old blue Chrysler, checked to make sure Colin was buckled into the front seat; then they followed the sound of the sirens.

They found the trucks at a rundown hotel now a rooming house near the border of Belmar and Bradley Beach. The residents were mostly older men down on their luck. Taking Rory aside with Colin standing beside his father, the Belmar fire chief told Rory, “This place is a dump. The wiring is shot—it has no working sprinkler system, and the residents are unruly and uncooperative. The inspectors wrote the owner up for seventy-two code violations last month.”

“A place like this in the city would already be torn down and replaced by upscale condos,” Rory told the chief, chuckling.

“The town was about to shut them down and condemn the building. It’s a firetrap, and it’s going to burn to the ground and we can’t do a thing about it. If I were a betting man, I’d say the owner hired an arsonist.”

Rory used to work with the chief in Manhattan. Jim McMann knew what he was doing. Rory inspected the perimeter of the boarding house and concluded that his former colleague was right. The fire was burning too hot and had engulfed the structure too soon. Someone had used an accelerant.

“You need to get the people out,” Rory said to the chief as Colin watched the firefighters carry out the residents. The firefighters seemed exhausted to Colin.

The men were frantically trying to get the tenants out of the building before it collapsed around them, but the residents weren’t cooperating. One of the Belmar volunteers came out with severe smoke inhalation and was in no shape to go back inside even though they were short of personnel. All of the local guys knew Rory, so when Rory said, “I’ll take his gear and help out,” Jim nodded his head and signaled the volunteer to give Rory the equipment.

Colin knew his ma would murder his da if she had any idea that Rory went to fight a fire with him waiting outside. However, Rory was a firefighter through and through and was incapable of bypassing a fire.

Colin watched his father go into the burning building four times and bring out four old men in a fireman’s carry. “Is there anyone left?” the chief asked his worn out crew.

As soon as the question was out of his mouth, a shout came from a window on the second floor. An old man waving a bottle of whiskey said, “Which one of you fucks is coming to get me?”

The worn out volunteers were trying desperately to keep the fire from spreading to the adjacent buildings. There weren’t enough men, so Rory Callahan went in one more time. Colin waited. He waited some more. Finally the chief said, “Somebody go in and see what happened to Rory.”

Tears were pouring down Colin’s face. He knew his da was in trouble. He broke free of the arms of the volunteer who came over to restrain him and ran into the burning building to find his da.

****

As Colin entered the building, Rory had just made it down the stairs with the struggling drunk. Rory watched in horror as a wall collapsed, and a piece of burning molding fell and landed on Colin’s cheek. Colin seemed to try to brush it off, but it stuck to his skin. Hearing Colin’s scream, Rory handed the old drunk off to the volunteer who ran in after Colin Rory pried the molding off of his son’s face Picked him up and took off through the door. They made it out just before the building collapsed. “Colin, Colin, what have you done?” Rory was in tears. The volunteer kicked the drunk out the door and pushed through the crowd with Rory holding on to Colin. They made it to one of the waiting ambulances gathering to treat the firefighters and the fire’s victims.

Rory immediately found an EMT he knew from the Belmar firehouse and got Colin a priority ride to the hospital to take care of his cheek. Colin screamed in pain. Rory feared it was a third-degree burn and knew it would scar. Following the ambulance in, Rory prayed to Saint Jude, the saint who interceded with God for help with impossible causes.

He made rash promises. “If Colin is okay, I’ll stop chasing fires, take my pension and find another line of work. I’ll be a better father and not spend so much time at the pub. I’ll…” Rory pulled into the ER bay right behind the ambulance.

Kathleen met them by taxi at the Emergency Room ten minutes later. The ER was overwhelmed with victims from the fire and the usual suspects from a Friday on Labor Day weekend. Besides the burn victims, there were two couples with severe injuries from a car crash involving a drunk driver, incidents involving accidently and deliberately discharged handguns, bar fights, heart attacks and heat exhaustion.

The respiratory therapist treated Colin for smoke inhalation, and there were other victims with more severe burns from the fire. Colin had to wait for treatment until some additional physicians the hospital called could arrive to deal with the chaos.

Kathleen, angry with Rory and the hospital for not taking care of her child first, had to be physically restrained by the nurse and given a sedative.

Thirty minutes later Rory started to complain in his loud booming voice, “He’s only a boy. He should be first on your list instead of these drunks.” Kathleen was still mildly hysterical despite the sedative. Finally, in exasperation, the nurse sent over an inexperienced first-year resident. He examined Colin.

The doctor talked to Rory because Kathleen although quieter, was still inconsolable.

“I’m Dr. Abrams,” Rory thought the resident was too young to shave much less take care of his child. However, he listened carefully to what the doctor said.

“Colin needs surgery to clean and remove the dead tissue from the burned area. I don’t know when the operating room will free up, and there are others ahead of him so I can’t give you a timeline. Once they finish in surgery, he’ll come down connected to an IV containing electrolytes and antibiotics. After he gets out of the recovery room, he’ll be transferred to a burn unit and begin to undergo treatment.”

“How long will it take?”

“At least twenty-one days for the initial burn to heal— longer if we have to do a skin graft. That could take an additional ten days.”

Rory grimaced. “Would he get better treatment in the city after your initial assessment?”

“Not really. We are a level two trauma unit and have a competent staff,” Dr. Abrams answered.

“I’m going to give him pain medication through the IV. Because it’s only his cheek and the other victims have more severe burns, he’ll have to wait his turn. I’ve called a pediatric plastic surgeon to take care of Colin. However, the doctor lives thirty minutes out, and then he’ll have to wait for an operating room to be free.” The resident walked away.

Rory made a decision. He took two steps and put his hand on the doctor’s shoulder. The doctor turned his head, annoyed. “I want him transferred to New York Presbyterian Hospital on Sixty-Eighth Street in Manhattan. I’ll call Colin’s doctor. We come from the city. If he needs to be in the hospital so long, it would be a burden on both his mother and me to travel here every day, especially since I have shift work.” Rory’s face was stone cold. His boy couldn’t wait for an operating room to be free or for some unknown physician to show up.

Rory called Dr. Berger, Colin’s pediatrician, who worked out of New York Presbyterian, which was a level one pediatric trauma center. While Dr. Abrams made the calls necessary to transfer the Colin, Dr. Berger agreed to meet Colin at the hospital and take him immediately to surgery with the plastic surgeon waiting.

Colin went back to the city in a helicopter. Rory and Kathleen followed him after a quick trip to the rental to pack up their things.

When they arrived an hour later, Colin was already in surgery.

After some time, the surgeon came out to speak to Rory and Kathleen. “He has a third-degree burn. I can’t understand how they let him wait for treatment in New Jersey.” The doctor took out his notes.

“Whatever he needs, doctor. I have health insurance through the Fire Department. They’ll pay for his care.”

“You may want him to have a skin graft after the wound heals. But, he’ll have mottled skin if you go that route. The plastic surgeon will do his best.  However, I’m afraid he’ll always have a scar, skin graft or no. Give us about fifteen minutes to get him settled in post op and then you can see him.”

Kathleen faced Rory and began to pound on his chest with her fists. “This is your fault. You couldn’t take him rollerblading like an ordinary father. You had to follow the sirens, and he was afraid and went in after you. What were you thinking when you went into that house when you had your son with you?”

“I was thinking about saving people’s lives,” Rory answered defensively.

“And you put your son’s life in danger—for strangers. It wasn’t your job to go into that house. That was your choice and no one else’s. You don’t work for the Belmar Fire Department.” Kathleen started to cry, and Rory tried to take her in his arms. “No…leave me alone. I’ll talk to you when your son heals and doesn’t scar from the burns your actions caused.”

Rory knew Colin was going to scar and started to cry. He knew his wife. Kathleen was stubborn and could hold a grudge. Rory was right. Kathleen never spoke to him again. Colin’s burn healed but despite plastic surgery, there was a pronounced scar on his cheek reaching from his ear to an inch from his mouth.

Rory decided against the skin graft, thinking the scar would be less pronounced than the mottled skin a graft would create.

. By the time, Colin came out of the hospital, Rory had moved to a small furnished apartment. Colin saw his da two or three times a week, but his mother remained immovable. Even though she still loved Rory, he was dead to her. She never re-married, obtained a formal divorce, or separation. On Wednesdays when he came to get Colin, Rory left money on the kitchen table, but Kathleen showed Rory her back and took the money without comment.

Scarred Mate Releasing on 10/9 from MLR Press

ScarredMate_WDScarred Mate, the third book in the Werewolves of Manhattan Series will be released on October 9th from MLR Press.

Colin Callahan, scarred as a child in a fire, delivers Chinese food to supplement his income. One day, he works on a Monday, his usual day off and delivers to Marc Thierry, a loup garou who is his mate.

Alpha Marc Thierry was used to the North Woods of Minnesota, so his elevation to third on the loup garou council necessitated a move to the Gramacy Park neighborhood of New York City. On Monday nights, his housekeeper is off, and Marc doesn’t like the casseroles she leaves him, so he calls for Chinese. He gets a musical voice on the line that calls to him. To his delight ans surprise the boy on the phone delivers his food and is his destined mate. Unfortunately for Marc, Colin Callahan thinks that the only reason Marc could want him is biological, he has to like his mate. Colin has a scarred face and thinks no-one could love him as he is. It’s up to Marc to convince him differently.

Scarred Mate will be available on October 9th from MLR Press and from Amazon and All Romance shortly after that.

Download Aden Today

Fb_Aden (1)Aden, my novel with Decadent Press, which was available only on pre-order is available for download today from Decadent at http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=1160&osCsid=uookf7hghs2b5u43ul2k8dpne2. If you’ve already purchased your copy, you can download today. If not, Aden and his story are waiting for you at Decadent, Amazon and All Romance.

Review for Remy’s Painter

RemysPainter_WDRemy’s Painter(Werewolves of Manhatten#2)
A.C. Katt
Paranormal romance
MLR Press
June 2015

Ian Sullivan needs money and he requires it sooner rather than later. Due to circumstances created by his brother’s gambling and father’s abuse, a local mobster is threatening him to the tune of five thousand dollars. Finding work is paramount, so hopefully the interview he’s lined up will garner him the job he desperately needs. Remy Clavier. a loup garou, is shocked to the core when Ian shows up as the painter bidding for the  renovation of his home. He’s finally found his mate and will do anything for him including taking on Sal Ferrara the mobster gunning for Ian. Taking care of that problem might prove easier than getting his precious mate to love him and his wolf.

This is the second book in the Werewolves of Manhatten series. The overall story, although not as engaging as it’s predecessor, is quite enjoyable. The characters are nicely developed, you really get a good feel for this loup garou society the author has created. Ian and Remy have a believable relationship with a slow build-up to romance even with the mating call so present. A nice treat was seeing Sean and Armand  from the previous book. The blending of characters added the needed content to make this story go the distance. At any rate the story fared well without a lot of graituous sex as unneccesary filler. It was a pretty good romantic read. I like this series and look forward to the next one.

Overall rating: 4hearts
Sensuality rating: Explicit
Reviewer: Beverly

Aden only $3.99 in pre-order from Decadent, Amazon & All Romance

Aden-200x300Abandoned at a truck stop…with nothing….
Aden, a handsome young nurse, is destitute after his new boyfriend rumbles away in his semi with everything Aden owns in the back. He has no money, no clothes, and no car. Nothing. Maybe his boyfriend really didn’t intend to take him to California to live happily ever after.

Dr. Dare O’Roarke has everything….
Dare has the perfect life—a lovely home, nice things, a fulfilling job as a surgeon in a New Mexico community where his services are desperately needed. He has it all…but someone to share it with. The young man huddled at the side of the road needs help. And Dare is happy to provide assistance in reclaiming his belongings and offers his guesthouse to rent…and a job recommendation.

But someone is after Aden….
Someone terrifyingly determined wants to take him away from his happy life and the growing attraction between Aden and Dare. Soon, the sheriff’s department, the FBI, Aden’s mother, and two new dogs and cats are trying to protect Aden. Will it be enough to protect Aden and Dare from a madman?

Aden is currently available for pre-order at Decadent Publishing–  http://goo.gl/b6NN5H, Amazon.com– http://www.amazon.com/dp/B014K3YH4W, and All Romance — https://goo.gl/9rBBTe at the low price of $3.99 for the pre-order only. Aden can be downloaded on September 22.

An Embarrassment of Riches

BobbysOldMan_432I have an embarrassment of riches this week. Bobby’s Old Man has been released from MLR Press and is available at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKBOLDM and on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B014OOKPRA and All Romance at https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-bobby039soldman-1876828-149.html. Bobby’s Old Man is the second novel in The Sunset Club series about a gay dance club on the Jersey Shore. In this installment, Bobby, Jason’s (from You in My Arms) best friend, and fierce protector goes to see Keith Anderson, Zach’s best friend and co-owner of The Sunset Club.

They become fuck buddies and then it turns into something more, which scares the Aden-200x300hell out of Keith. Keith thinks he’s too old for Bobby, but Bobby thinks that the fifteen years separating them is nothing. Keith’s running scared when tragedy strikes. Will he come back and help Bobby or will his fear keep him away?

My second story this week is Aden, which is available for pre-order at Decadent Publishing, Amazon, and All Romance. Aden is the first in my new series, New Mexico Stories, which take place in my new home, New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment.

Aden is a nurse abandoned on the side of the road by his trucker boyfriend. All of his household goods are on the truck, and the boyfriend has taken off. Dare, a doctor at a local hospital, finds Aden and decides to help him out with the assistance of Hector Gomez, the local sheriff.

Was the trucker taking Aden to California as he claimed or did he have something more sinister in mind? Aden will be available to read on September twenty-second. As I said, an embarrassment of riches.

I will bring you more of each series soon and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I liked writing them.

New Excerpt from Bobby’s Old Man

BobbysOldMan_432Whoa, don’t go there. I told you I’m not out and don’t plan to be for the foreseeable future.” Bobby’s lips thinned.

He is attractive. Keith kept pushing. “You don’t have to be out to fool around. Do you have any experience?” Keith asked obviously not accepting the fact that Bobby wouldn’t respond. He has as much as I to lose as I do if he gossiped. I don’t have a fuck buddy right now. He’s gorgeous; I better stay on topic if I want to get out of here whole.

“That’s none of your business. As I said before, I came to talk about Jason and Zach. However, for the record, yes, I do. I don’t spend all my time with Jason and Kitty.” Bobby bristled.

“Why not Jason? What’s wrong with him?” Keith asked his face, serious.

“Nothing’s wrong with Jason but ewwww…I’ve known Jason since I was seven. That would be like fucking my brother.” Bobby sat up, straightened his back and downed his second shot. I’m apparently not planning on driving.

“Do you think Jason has a crush on you or any of the other guys on your Ocean Township Champion Soccer Team of 2010?” Bobby was startled and not amused. Except for Jason and me, all the guys from 2010 are straight.

“You were listening to us the night we came to the club.” He tried to stare Keith down.

Keith shrugged. “It’s my joint. You had eleven guys at the table. I always watch large groups. I don’t want my place busted up. Answer the question.”

“No, he doesn’t. All the other guys are straight.” I’d swear to that. “Besides, like I said, Jason had no time to date.”

Keith leaned back on his barstool and laughed. “I wouldn’t be so sure…”

“About what?” Bobby was incredulous.

“About your so-called straight friends.”

“You’re kidding, who—never mind, I don’t want to know.” Bobby knew he sounded indignant, but he couldn’t even conceive how this might be true.

“There are other people besides you who aren’t out for various reasons.” Bobby watched as Keith nonchalantly sipped at his drink after dropping that bombshell.

“Who then?” Bobby peered at Keith daring him to name names.

“The kid with the limousine. I’ve seen him here more than once trying to chat someone up.”

“Reggie…you’ve got to be kidding.” Bobby was flabbergasted.

“Yes, he’s the one. He keeps trying to hit on one of my bartenders. I think it’s Mark. Mark shot him down because he thinks Reggie is a rich college boy just looking for a good time and has more money than sense. Mark wants a relationship not a guy who thinks he’s slumming.”

“Reggie’s not like that. He’s a good guy and has been a good friend to Jason. He’s pulled Jason out of a hole more than once. He wouldn’t hurt anyone. If Reggie made a pass after hiding all these years, he’s serious.”

“Maybe he’s sweet on Jason,” Keith mused as he poured himself another shot.

“I don’t think so. Isn’t that a bit too much for the middle of the day?” Bobby raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at the open bottle.

“Are you my mother?” Keith asked with belligerence.

“No, but I don’t want to see you fall into a bottle because you’re lonely,” Bobby said with a sigh.

“How do you know I’m lonely?” Keith’s lips pursed.

“Because maybe like me, your best friend has found someone else to hang out with.” Bobby knowingly gazed into Keith’s eyes. “Maybe you had a crush on Zach.”

“No, not Zach, never Zach, we’re too much alike.” Keith protested as he capped the bottle and put it back on the top shelf. “You could always keep me company,” Keith teased, lips forming a smirk.

“Keep it in your pants. I came over here for Jason and Kitty’s sake.” If that were the case, I could have left after the first drink once he reassured me Zach was serious; I damn well better get out of here now. This man is too attractive and, therefore, dangerous to a continued stay in the closet. Bobby pushed his stool away from the bar and stood about to leave.

Keith put his hand on Bobby’s arm. “Stay, I always revert to a tease when I’m uncomfortable. You hit too close to home. Zach is the brother I never had, and I miss hanging out. Besides, I’m way too old for you.”

“You don’t look that old to me. You look damn fine. Just how much of an old man are you?” Bobby laughed. “You don’t look like you have one foot in the grave yet.” Bobby took a cocktail napkin from the pile on the bar and began to shred it.

“I’m um… thirty-six.” Keith hedged.

“I’m twenty-three,” Bobby told him, “not too bad of an age difference. Dad is thirteen years older than Mom.”

Keith’s eyes widened, evidently surprised. “You appear and speak as if you’re older than you are.”

“Old enough to make you want to run around the table to fuck me from the way you’re leering, but right now I have to play nice; you’re Jason’s beau’s best friend. The sounding older thing—I think it comes from having elderly parents and being an only child. No one ever talked down to me, so I had to learn to keep up. As far as my appearance is concerned, as Popeye said, ‘I am what I am.’”

“Don’t get me wrong, I think you look damn delectable, but I won’t go there, you’re too young.” Keith shook his head as if that bothered him.

Doesn’t seem to bother him if I’m still here bantering. Bobby lifted an eyebrow, having come to a decision. “Too young even for a little bit of fun? I’m only too young if you plan to get serious if you don’t…” Bobby shrugged his shoulders. “I’m open to suggestions.”

 

Bobby’s Old Man will be available from MLR Press on August 28th and
Amazon and All Romance shortly after that.

Excerpt from Bobby’s Old Man to be Released from MLR August 28th

BobbysOldMan_432“I also have an extensive library on my Kindle HD of science fiction, fantasy,” Keith blushed, “and gay romances that you can read.”

Why do I feel like I’m dealing with a used car salesman showing me the features?

“How many titles do you own?” Bobby asked wondering how much Keith read.

“A thousand, at least, I read fast. I have two Kindle Paperwhites and the Kindle HD plus an iPad and an Android tablet. I also own a PC and a Mac. I use the PC for the businesses and the Mac for home. There are two offices in the house. I put them in long ago, hoping that someday I’d find someone. I hope I haven’t screwed things up permanently with us.” Keith looked frightened.

He is very disturbed. His hand is shaking. It could be the booze. I hope it’s not the alcohol.

“I still love you. I just don’t trust you right now, and I have to trust the man I marry.” Bobby had a sad look on his face. “I could marry you now because I’m scared and alone, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of us.” Brave words you little shit, if your trust in him was such a scarce commodity, why are you staying here and tormenting both of you. Am I punishing him or myself?

Keith put his head on Bobby’s lap and mumbled, “I understand.” Bobby felt Keith’s tears on his knee. I caused this. I caused Keith to cry. I wonder if he’s feeling half of what I felt when I left this house that night. He lifted Keith’s head. I can’t forgive him yet, but I need to be with him and no one else. I’m such a whiny coward when it comes to Keith.

“I also have an extensive library on my Kindle HD of science fiction, fantasy,” Keith blushed, “and gay romances that you can read.”

Why do I feel like I’m dealing with a used car salesman showing me the features?

“How many titles do you own?” Bobby asked wondering how much Keith read.

“A thousand, at least, I read fast. I have two Kindle Paperwhites and the Kindle HD plus an iPad and an Android tablet. I also own a PC and a Mac. I use the PC for the businesses and the Mac for home. There are two offices in the house. I put them in long ago, hoping that someday I’d find someone. I hope I haven’t screwed things up permanently with us.” Keith looked frightened.

He is very disturbed. His hand is shaking. It could be the booze. I hope it’s not the alcohol.

“I still love you. I just don’t trust you right now, and I have to trust the man I marry.” Bobby had a sad look on his face. “I could marry you now because I’m scared and alone, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of us.” Brave words you little shit, if your trust in him was such a scarce commodity, why are you staying here and tormenting both of you. Am I punishing him or myself?

Keith put his head on Bobby’s lap and mumbled, “I understand.” Bobby felt Keith’s tears on his knee. I caused this. I caused Keith to cry. I wonder if he’s feeling half of what I felt when I left this house that night. He lifted Keith’s head. I can’t forgive him yet, but I need to be with him and no one else. I’m such a whiny coward when it comes to Keith.

Bobby’s Old Man, sequel to You in My Arms is due out August 28th

BobbysOldMan_432Bobby’s Old Man, second in The Sunset Club series and sequel to You in My Arms is due out on August 28th. For those of you looking forward to Bobby’s story, here is a quick peek.

Keith Anderson is in love with Bobby Michaels. Unfortunately, Keith with their fifteen year age difference thinks he’s too old for Bobby. The two start as “friends with benefits” but Keith dumps Bobby when it turns serious leaving Bobby broken hearted.

When tragedy strikes and Bobby needs Keith, he steps up to support his lover. But Bobby lacks trust in Keith and everything around him. Can Keith convince Bobby that this time is for real, or will the two lovers never reconcile?

Reacquaint yourself with Jason, Zach, Reggie and Kitty from Book One and find out if Bobby can get Keith to pony up and admit he loves Bobby with all his heart.

Remy’s Painter on Sale at All Romance

Remy’s Painter is on sale at All Romance for $5.24 instead of it’s normal price of $6.99. It is also number four on the All Romance Bestseller List.

Buy Remy and Ian’s story on All Romance for a discounted price.

Remy’s Painter Now at Amazon and All Romance

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Remy’s Painter is now available at Amazon.com at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0106CFR7C and All Romance at https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html.

Ian Sullivan is in dire straits not of his own creating. His only hope is if he wins a bid on painting a house. Little does he know that the house belongs to a loup garou who just happens to be his mate.

Remy’s Painter is the Second in the Werewolves of Manhattan Series by AC Katt. Look for more tales from the loup garou in October.

Link for Remy’s Painter at MLR

RemysPainter_WDRemy’s Painter, the second book in the Werewolves of Manhattan Series now has a direct to purchase link. It is available at MLR Press at  http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKREMYS. The second book in the series is all about Ian Sullivan and Remy Clavier, the housepainter who is his true mate. But the road isn’t easy for the two would be lovers. First they have to deal with the death of Ian father and brother at the hands of a small-time mobster, Sal Ferrara. Then instead of taking the money to pay his brother’s debt, Sal wants Ian, which makes Remy crazy.

In the meantime, in Armand and Sean LaMarche’s absence, Remy has to run the Garou Company and ride herd on the packs. Will Remy call Armand to come home and help or will he try to blunder his way through the mob and the loup garou to Ian’s side. Read Remy’s Painter by AC Katt. Remy Painter is available now at MLR Press at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKREMYS and in a few days at Amazon and All Romance, we’ll keep you up-to-date on the links.

Remy’s Painter Available Today

RemysPainter_WDRemy’s Painter, the second book in the Werewolves of Manhattan series by AC Katt is out today at MLR Press at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACKREMYS.

Ian Sullivan is in dire straits not of his own creating. His only hope is if he wins a bid on painting a house. Little does he know that the house belongs to a loup garou who just happens to be his mate. Read about Remy’s Painter from MLR Press today and shortly thereafter at Amazon and All Romance.

Coming 6/19 – Remy’s Painter Excerpt Follows

Google_RemysPainterThe following is an excerpt from Remy’s Painter, the second book in the Werewolves of Manhattan Series. It will be released on June 19 from MLR Press and Amazon and All Romance shortly after that.

Prologue

Friday, the last week in April

The April rain drizzled down on Ian Sullivan as he stood over the caskets of his father and brother. They were killed in a car accident on their way home near an intersection by the Queens-Midtown tunnel. Ian didn’t think their deaths were an accident. His brother, William Thomas Sullivan, Junior, owed over a hundred grand in gambling debts to Salvatore Ferrara, a loan shark connected with the local mob. Sal and his minions roughed Billy up once or twice, but the last time they told him to either pay up or else. Billy was frightened and told Ian that he was going to ask their dad for the money. Ian could have told him how fruitless an endeavor that would be.

William Senior had refused and reported the transaction to the police. Their dad was with Billy when the accident occurred. The police labeled the accident as suspicious.

Worse, the mob still wanted their money even though his brother was dead. Sal showed up on Wednesday night at the wake. “You, kid, your brother owed me a hundred grand. Somebody needs to pay up, so I’ll be collecting from you.” Sal stared him down.

“I don’t owe you any money. Billy did, and now he’s dead.”

Sal shoved Ian against the wall. The funeral home was empty. Ian was the only family member left, so no help was forthcoming.

Ian was scared. “I don’t have any money. The house, the accounts, the business, it’s all caught up in probate.” Ian’s voice was thin, reedy.

“You must have some money, kid. You live at home, you work and have no expenses, I checked. You’re going to get the house and the business, take a mortgage, the interest on your deadbeat brother’s loan is accruing as I stand here admiring your pretty face. I want to be paid.” Not letting go, he squeezed Ian’s arm until Ian knew he was going to bruise badly. Then he went for Ian’s crotch. Ian rotated his hips out of the way of Sal’s hand.

“Billy owed you money. You say I have to pay Billy’s debt. I’ll try, but I don’t owe you that.”

“We’ll see.” Sal leered.

“Please, I told you, everything is in the courts. It will be two months before I see a dime. I don’t have any money. What I had, I spent on the funeral.” Ian started to shake.

Sal stepped back. Ian’s legs were rubbery. He almost fell to his knees.

“I tell you what, kid, I feel sorry for you. You come up with five grand by next Friday as a gesture of good faith.  I’ll wait for the rest until the house sells, but the chip keeps growing, so it better sell fast, or I’ll be taking it out in trade.” Sal put his hand around Ian’s neck and put some pressure on his larynx.

“I’ll be here on Friday, and you already know what will happen if I’m disappointed. I’ll take you instead of the money.”

Ian nodded his head like an automaton. “Friday, I’ll give it to you on Friday.” Sal left with his goons, and Ian sat down trembling with fear.

Ian was a house painter, just like his brother and father. All of their outstanding jobs were completed, and there was only one customer left that needed an estimate. Ian prayed he would get the job, or he would face Ferrara’s goons or worse, Ferrara himself. He didn’t know if he’d make it out alive because he refused to have sex with a man like Sal Ferrara.

Since he was only twenty-one and not his father’s favorite son, his salary from the business was a pittance. His father said he didn’t need more because he lived at home. Now, he was alone with no work scheduled in the coming weeks except the estimate he had to write up tomorrow. He tried to get money yesterday afternoon and was told by the bank that he couldn’t access the bank accounts even for the funerals, so that came out of his pocket.

Ian knew the job that needed the estimate required the type of custom work that very few painters could do. His ability was the reason his father kept him on the payroll after finding out Ian was gay. He was the only one who could work with frescos and faux finishes. He was Sullivan and Sons resident artist, and his artistry was the only reason they got upscale work. However, you would never have known that had you listened to his father complain about his youngest son.

“My son, the faggot,” was how his father referred to Ian. He hadn’t used Ian’s name once since he found out the truth. Billy was a gambler, a drunk, and sometime addict, but he was the good son. Now, because of Billy’s excesses, Ian had to sell the family home and rape the business to find enough money to pay his brother’s debts if he wanted to stay healthy and out of Sal’s clutches.

His father’s will left everything to Billy. Fortunately, he made no provision for the circumstance of Billy’s death. Despite his many flaws, Billy still loved his brother, and his will left everything to Ian. That, however, left everything in probate, and Sal still wanted his money.

He needed the new job, and he was going to have to do all the work himself because he couldn’t afford to pay a helper and still pay off Billy’s debts. He also needed the money to live on for two months and pay the loan shark. He wondered how he was going to eat.

As he threw dirt on both lowered caskets, inwardly, he cursed his brother for his stupidity and himself for not leaving his father’s business and striking out on his own three years ago when he first came out. If he didn’t get the job tomorrow, they would be digging his grave next because he wouldn’t become Sal’s boy toy.

 

Chapter One

Saturday, Last Week of April, Early Morning

Ian pulled up into the alley behind the address his father left. The house was huge. Ian surveyed the five stories plus a walk out basement. He desperately needed this job, and he didn’t think he had the chance of a snowball in hell once they found out there was only one painter instead of three.

His father paid him a pittance for the work Ian did for him. Most of the jobs the painting contractor bid on, they received because of Ian’s skills doing textured walls and custom paint. Ian wasn’t a martyr, however, and had been secretly collecting reference letters from customers who saw how hard he worked and watched his father treat him like shit on his shoes.

He had almost enough money to move out and had put out resumes to find other work before they both died, and now he was sucked into taking care of their affairs. Billy’s stupidity left him with no leeway. He had to get this job.

Gazing up again at the house, Ian sighed. Working by himself, the job would take him twelve to sixteen weeks if the house was empty and he could work twelve hour days, six days a week. And that was only if they wanted plain paint. If they wanted textures or faux finishes, it could take longer. He hoped like hell they didn’t want anything special and weren’t in a hurry, or he would surely lose the bid and maybe his ability to work if Sal Ferrara’s goons got him.

* * *

Rémy Clavier, the new second in command to the North American Council of Werewolves, sat in his new minimally furnished mid-Victorian townhouse on Columbia Heights in Brooklyn waiting for the painter. He bought the house when his friend the Chief Alpha of the council for all of the North American werewolves, Armand La Marche, requested that he take the position of COO of Garou Industries to replace the disgraced La Farge who was probably painting outhouses in Siberia at the tender mercies of the Russian council. So now Rémy, instead of commuting to council meetings from his pack lands in the Catskills for one week a quarter, had to be in New York City at the Garou corporate headquarters two weeks out of every month necessitating a city home.

When Armand first asked him to take the position, he told him, “Please, Alpha, I don’t want it.”

“That’s exactly why I want you to take it, my friend,” Armand said. “You’re not power hungry and will do the best job you can for our people rather than line your pockets and favor your own pack over the others.” Since Armand was one of his dearest friends, he acquiesced.

Armand had found his true mate, Sean, an Omega with the gift of the Voice. Sean and Armand were visiting all of the North American packs where Sean helped the bitches with childbirth because weres had difficult pregnancies and many stillborn pups. Sean’s gift eased the problems the bitches experienced with pregnancy and the birth. The Voice was the reason for most of the live births in the North American packs and the pups, once born, thrived.

Sean was a gifted potter, and he planned to study Native American pottery on their trip from pack to pack so Armand was basically on a yearlong honeymoon and when he returned, since he had a mate, he wouldn’t want to put in all the hours he used to work leaving Rémy to pick up the slack.

Rémy wished he was touring with them instead of staying in the Catskills and Brooklyn. He longed to find his true mate, and he thought touring the packs was the best way to find him.

“You can find your mate at anytime, anywhere,” Armand assured him.

Rémy raised his eyebrow at him dubiously. Armand laughed. “I found Sean on the street running away from a murderous Russian were.”

So far, Rémy hadn’t found his mate on pack lands in the Catskills or in the city. So here he sat, waiting for the painting contractor to give him an estimate to paint the walls of his seventy-eight hundred square foot home when he desperately wanted to be elsewhere.

The house overlooked Manhattan Harbor and was everything you could want in a house, but that was small compensation for Rémy, to give up his hunt for a mate for a five-story townhouse.

The real estate agent told him, “The kind of home you want is rare in the five boroughs and almost impossible to find in Manhattan.”

Rémy persisted. He needed a lot of bedrooms because unless he could buy houses nearby, his Betas would stay in the house with him along with Luc, his factotum, and his wife, Marie Claire who acted as his housekeeper. Luc and Marie Claire would need separate quarters with a sitting room and a full bath. His Betas had to have large bedrooms with a bath attached plus room for a television, an easy chair, and a king sized bed. Wolves were generally not small.

He wanted to be in Manhattan, but when the realtor showed him the house in Brooklyn, he fell in love on sight. If he had to stay in the city, he wanted it to be here. The house was beautiful, with seven bedrooms and eight full and three half baths. There were separate quarters for Marie Claire and Luc and rooms far enough away from his suite for the Betas to live their own lives. The house had a media room and wine cellar in the basement and there was a view of the bay and the Manhattan skyline from two terraces. After he closed on the house, Rémy found out that the rundown house next door was for sale, he bought it for his Enforcers. There were other smaller houses in the neighborhood for sale with four bedrooms each that he was in the process of purchasing so his Betas would eventually have their own homes and the excess bedrooms in his house could be used for visiting pack members or Alphas on the council.

Right now, he was staying in Alpha La Marche’s home in the Village, and he couldn’t wait to move out into his own space. The pack’s house in the Catskills, bought by his predecessor when he moved his headquarters to the Catskills from Quebec, didn’t feel like it was his although he’d lived there for sixty years.

The former Alpha took the main house as his own, modernized on the cheap, and added on to the guest cabins, so that most of the new pack that moved with the Alpha could stay together. He retired to Quebec at the age of four hundred and fifty, and Rémy, as the only Alpha in Training in his territory, took over the pack at a very young age.

As a wolf, he was young to be the Alpha of a region. Rémy was only seventy, but he was well trained for this job by the Chief Alpha himself. It was a tribute to Rémy’s acumen that he was asked to serve on the council as Alpha not only for his pack but also for the Northeastern Canadian and American packs at such young an age. He would have been content to stay as Alpha of the Catskill wolf pack and within his own territory, but destiny and the gods had other ideas. There was no one else to sit on the council and be in charge of the packs. Rémy was it.

Rémy sat in the kitchen. He heard Roland go to the front door only to find the painter had gone to the rear. The painter is here. He seems too young to be able to do such a large job. He’s at the kitchen door. He parked in the alley. Roland told him through the Alpha link.

I’ll answer the door and let him into the kitchen. Young or not, the company comes highly recommended.

Rémy opened the back door and stood by the stairs. Ian Sullivan stuck out his hand to shake Rémy’s. Rémy smelled green apples and cinnamon. They’re fingertips touched and Rémy’s inner wolf said, Mate—Mine.

I’ll See You at GayRomLIt in San Diego

2015-featuredauthor (1)I had the opportunity to go to GRL this year in San Diego. I hadn’t expected to get to go because I was on the waiting list, but I’m in! I’m looking forward to meeting the fans and seeing my fellow authors. Of course,  I can’t wait to tell everyone about my three m/m series: The Sunset Club and Werewolves of Manhattan from MLR Press, and New Mexico Stories, new with Decadent Publishing.

I’m honored to be a gay romance author and have found my niche in life writing these books. I’ve tried to put my heart into every book I write, and I am so happy that they have been well received. So, San Diego, here I come. I know I’ll enjoy making new friends and seeing old ones.

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