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?

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

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, 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.”

 

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.

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.

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.

Five Star Review for You in My Arms at Amazon


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5.0 out of 5 stars Great story March 22, 2015
By Maggie J
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Another great start to a series by this Author. There was some crossover with characters from the Indiscreet series. In this story Zach and Jason are perfect for each other. Jason is young, but the sole provider for his baby sister. He meets Zach at the club his friends take him to for his birthday. Zach doesn’t do relationships but something about Jason pulls at him and they become friends, which then turns to love. Well written storyline, characters we will come to love…I really enjoy this Author’s writing style.
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You in My Arms Get Five Star Review on Amazon

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5.0 out of 5 stars Great story March 22, 2015YouInMyArms_WD
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Another great start to a series by this Author. There was some crossover with characters from the Indiscreet series. In this story Zach and Jason are perfect for each other. Jason is young, but the sole provider for his baby sister. He meets Zach at the club his friends take him to for his birthday. Zach doesn’t do relationships but something about Jason pulls at him and they become friends, which then turns to love. Well written storyline, characters we will come to love…I really enjoy this Author’s writing style.
You can buy You in My Arms at Amazon at: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00UZIXQ58

Available Now: You in My Arms, First in the Sunset Series by AC Katt

The first book in The Sunset Club Series, You in My Arms is available now from MLR Press at http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ACK_YIMA.

YouInMyArms_WDJason’s priorities are non-negotiable: take care of his sister; keep a roof over their heads; go back to school eventually. He had to leave school to be the guardian of his sister Kitty when his dad and step-mom died in a car crash. Now he’s working two jobs to keep them afloat, but their boat is leaking much like the roof of their old house where a garbage can sits in the family room to catch the water. Jason doesn’t have time for love that is until Zach Montgomery, the owner of the Sunset Club, the premier gay club on the Jersey Shore comes calling offering him a job and maybe more if Jason is willing to take a leap of faith.

But Jason comes with a whole lot of responsibility. Is the nightclub owner planning to stick around or will he leave Jason in the dust as soon as he subcumbs.

New Excerpt from Caden’s Dilemma, AC Katt

CadensDilemma_432 (1)Danny was very nervous. He knew he was butting into his brother’s life and that Caden wouldn’t exactly be happy about it. He hoped Masato wouldn’t tell.

They decided Danny would answer the door. His eyes almost dropped out of his head when he saw the limousine. “Jim, I think we need another thermos of coffee and some of the scones from yesterday for Masato’s driver.”

“His what…” Danny heard Brian whisper.

“Come in, Masato. Welcome to the sub club.”

“Hello Danny.” Masato came into the dining room and handed Jim the wrapped loaf of banana nut bread. “My housekeeper made this for us,” he said in a matter of fact voice.

He sat down at the table and Brian stared. “Now I remember, I told you guys yesterday I would. Everybody meet Johnny Nguyen, software engineer and the owner of one of the most profitable software and Internet companies on the East Coast.”

“You have me. I’m a member who has an alias. I’m out but I know some Masters would have a problem with my money. I hoped they could get to know the real me before they knew about the company.”

“Do you prefer Johnny or Masato?” Danny asked.

“Masato is my first name after my maternal grandfather. I prefer Johnny, my middle name. I sign everything M. John Nguyen. ” Johnny took off his coat and scarf and hung them on the coat rack.

“Does my brother know about the money yet?” Danny asked.

“No, the only people that know are you guys and Reed. Caden will find out whatever I do in three months. I only have that long to convince him we belong together despite my money. I want him to love me enough that he won’t want to leave me,” Johnny said looking quite sincere.

“He’ll be angry if you hide it. You have to tell him soon or you’ll throw your chance out the window.” Johnny’s eyes started to tear up.

“What do I do?”

Jim promptly took over. “That’s what we’re here for hon, to help. You’ve been around the club long enough to know what it took to get all of us our Masters, even Brian and I didn’t have it easy. It’s something we’ll have to figure out. But you were honest with us right up front and that counts.” Danny nodded his head.

“This is going to be hard. You remember I got Gary terribly angry at me because I didn’t want to take things from him. He had to put me in silence. Caden’s going to be one hundred times worse. We have to figure out an angle.” The sub club began to plot.

“We have to get him to see you, Greg, you’re the shrink. You can point out his pride is foolish,” Danny said while nibbling on a piece of banana bread.

“I can’t steer him in any direction, even if he does come to see me. I can only talk about what he brings up. I’m not skirting ethics yet because he’s not my patient, but once he becomes my patient, I have to bow out of any discussion about Caden.” Greg sipped the new tea. “This is good, who brought it?”

“I did. You won’t be able to come and have tea with us if Caden comes to see you?” Danny said, unhappy that his brother could break up the group. He poured himself a cup of tea and took a rock sugar stick.

“I didn’t say that, I said I couldn’t give an opinion, there is nothing that says I can’t listen to what the rest of you say and right now, he’s not my patient so I can say what I like and I say this, Johnny, Caden is going to have a big problem with you being a billionaire. Cisco has that kind of money. I didn’t find out until I was already living with him. He didn’t even have a housekeeper, just a bi-monthly cleaning service. Now we have help five days a week, but I still do all the cooking. He likes my cooking.” Greg popped a piece of banana bread into his mouth. ”Money wasn’t a problem for me. Cisco doesn’t flaunt it and I still get to work. The only downside is all the charity functions we have to attend for the hospital and other charities Cisco supports. I don’t like dressing up in a tuxedo.”

Johnny gulped. “I can’t cook. The only thing I’m good at is writing software for applications on the phone or the internet. Greg, if I need to know how to cook, I’m going to have to ask my housekeeper to teach me.” Johnny’s eyes looked away as if he were embarrassed.

“Brian does all of Papa Bear’s investment portfolios outside of his real estate holdings.” Jim told Johnny.

“I can’t do that either. I know nothing about investing. They could be robbing me blind and I wouldn’t know about it.” Johnny’s eyes began to tear up again. He wiped them surreptitiously.

“Jamie does the accounting at Indiscreet and Danny is going to school for horticulture.” Jim got around to everyone at the table. “Everyone here has or is getting a college education. Greg is obviously a doctor, Jamie has a Masters in Accounting and Brian one in both Accounting and IT. We all found something we could do with and for our Masters. What we’ve got to figure out is what you can give Caden besides money.”

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The Drowning gets a Five Star Review

The Drowning gets a Five Star Review

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5.0 out of 5 stars A fairy tale story, and pure romance… July 12, 2014
By nowyat
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I loved this story of an young artist who becomes seriously ill and having lost everything, with no hope left, decides to commit suicide. He wanders out into the cold sea but is, in the way of a good fairy tale, rescued by a wealthy prince. Okay, not actually a prince but a millionaire computer programmer of Italian descent who falls in love with the angelically beautiful man he pulls from the sea. They have to overcome future troubles that make for an interesting story and if you like a sweet romance, you will love this book too. The writing style itself is very clear and well-plotted.
The Drowning is available at MLRBooks.com, Amazon.com and All Romance.

MLR Flash Sale at All Romance – The Drowning Discounted

All Romance is having a flash sale for all MLR titles today. My latest title, The Drowning, which normally sells for six dollars is on sale for four-forty-nine. If you haven’t picked up your copy of The Drowning, or any other books on my backlist, pick them up today at All Romance.

An Excerpt from the Drowning

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Dennis Michael O’Shea could no longer walk by the sea. He used to put on a full body wet suit and chase the waves up and down the Jersey Shore from March through November. A year ago he was diagnosed with mixed connective tissue disease with lupus and a plethora of other medical issues that came along with it. Now, he couldn’t make it past the boards without stopping to rest. Dennis Michael wasn’t sixty-five or even a poorly preserved forty. Dennis had celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday the day before. The date always marked the official start of his personal surfing season. This year he intended it to mark the day of his death.  

The tide was on its way in to the shore. The mist hung heavy over the water like a gray blanket silencing the roar of the angry sea. March was the cruelest month. The ocean could be angry or placid, temperature cold or temperate. Tonight, March showed Jack Frost’s face. The light cotton rugby shirt he wore did little to keep the chill from Dennis’ fair skin. It was a favorite and kept only for special occasions. The red, yellow and navy interweaving striped pattern shirt came from Abercrombie and Fitch. It had been a Christmas gift from his former lover, lost, as everything else had been, in the riptide of the previous year.

   Grandma O’STheDrowning (1)hea had always instructed Dennis to wear clean underwear just in case there was an accident and he went to the emergency room. He smiled as he thought about his Grams. It was in her honor that he wore his only good shirt and pants, beige Dockers, to his own death. There was no clean underwear, Dennis went commando so Grams would remain unashamed; all his remaining briefs were holey, like the socks he tossed, just stuffing his feet into a pair of Nikes.

 The small number of personal items he wished to leave his sisters were secreted in the trunk of his Honda. He left his art and paper making frames, supplies, glues and dyes and the few canvases of his work completed before he was struck down sat in the back seat. His work sold well at his first show after college. These were to go in the second show that never came. He left two of his canvasses with a note to the management company that took care of the apartment complex. His former agent would be able to find a buyer and the two canvases would pay his debt. They were his last assets. It didn’t matter, he no longer needed assets. Dennis had only two passions in life the first was his art, the second, Matt. The disease had cost him both. 

Musings on the beginning

My first attempt at a journal was in September of 2007. It began my journey from aspiring writer to author. On April 7, 2009, Eternal Press published my first book. Just last week, The Sarran Plague received its first review. It was Highly Recommended, please notice the bold print. I could not believe when I started out on this road that the publication of my first book would constitute but my first stop of a long journey of exploration. Then, I believed, that the publication of my book would be an end, it is merely a waystation on the way to self discovery which never ends.

In honor of the journey, I am reprinting here, one of my first blogs. The feelings expressed by the author are felt even more keenly now.

Sometimes, even in the normal day-to-day routine, you have a moment. This one came upon me all of a sudden. I was in the midst of explaining that my husband supports my writing. He also doesn’t particularly care what I write about, so long as it makes me happy, and gives him the mere wisp of a chance at early retirement. Then it hit me, why I really wanted to write what I write. So, I copied and pasted the excerpt to here so that I remember.

Allen doesn’t understand why I write gay romance, but is in favor of anything that can,”support him in the style to which he has become accustomed.” The man wants to retire! Why gay romance? I thought about that myself and he did ask why. Men like to watch women, women like to watch men. It’s not the whole answer but easy enough when you are looking for a pat answer.

The other, deeper answer is I enjoy reading and writing about male characters that our open to each other, a kind of emotional depth that you don’t often see in m/f romance anymore. The emotional depth is provided by the inherent conflict between what passes for morality in our society (religious dogma) and humanism (what we are before society gets its hooks in us).


Coming out is laying everything on the line for someone else. That is something that doesn’t occur in m/f romance much anymore. The themes of Romeo and Juliet, Lancelot and Guinevere, Othello, loving despite all pressure, disdain and consequences. Although all of the other prejudices still exist (religious, tribal, ethnic, racial) all of these are routinely condemned by current mores. (Given lip service at least). Gender is the last bastion of prejudice. The type of prejudice that can get you hurt, dead (Romeo and Juliet, West Side Story) broken, (Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere) or drive you to do the unspeakable (Othello). It is the stuff of real drama, real passion based on true current and historical circumstance . I have read some of the stories written by other authors in the genre and they have moved me to tears. Sometimes because the pathos is so real, sometimes because the consequences are so deadly, but mostly because even under the most horrific circumstances, love prevails.


Hopefully, someday, the human race will accept that when you fall in love, you fall in love with a person. You may tend toward men, or women, or blondes, or dark or light skin. But eventually, you meet someone and somehow they aren’t quite what you expected. Wouldn’t it be wonderful just to be able to enjoy that totally unexpected, wonderful person without anyone giving a hoot as to their gender, religion, race, or tribal/ethnic background? When are we just going to be able to love, get married, have or not have kids, just live our private lives, in pairs, trios, or even solo with whomsoever we chose.


My one true thing is that we are all human under the skin. Maybe that fact won’t be brought home to us until we meet some Zyptz, something truely alien, scary and out to get us! Then we would soon find out how little the other “differences” are anchored in reality. I hope it doesn’t take an alien invasion to let us all “see” each other.



So, I now take a bow, and get off my virtual soapbox. (Some topics bring out the rebel in me).


Sincerely,