Hiding Behind The Couch

HIDING BEHIND THE COUCH is a series of novels and short stories about a group of nine friends - The Circle - who first met at school.
They've been described as the literary equivalent of 'Take That' - there's a character to suit everyone.
Why not dip into the story and see what you think?

Fiction

I write character-driven stories, but they can be about ANYTHING and I don't like to stick to one genre. Thus, there's some CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC FICTION that's LGBTSQ (i.e. it's about people, people!), plus a little SCI-FI FANTASY of the amateur quantum physics (time travel-ish) variety and a little HISTORICAL FICTION too!

Not Fiction

I'm a social scientist, specifically of identity politics and the radical deconstruction of gender and sexuality. In non-jargon, imagine a world where your gender isn't on your birth certificate, you can marry who you like, wear what you like, cats and dogs, living together, mass hysteria... BUT it doesn't have to be! Just imagine.

From My Blog

15th August, 2015

Taking Him On - Excerpt #2 and preordering...

Sooooo...I posted an excerpt of Taking Him On, and people asked for more, haha. Who am I to refuse? Excerpt #2 is below.You can read excerpt #1 here: www.debbiemcgowan.co.uk (Some preordering up and...

31st July, 2015

Dark Side of Stardom by Christopher Stone

Publisher: MLR Press (May 30, 2014)Category: GLBT Romance, HollywoodISBN: 978-1608209415Tour Date: June/July, 2015Available in: Print & ebook, 285 PagesFame is fickle, and...

8th July, 2015

When Skies Have Fallen - 8th July, 2015

My new novel, When Skies Have Fallen is out today - 8th July, 2015.It's free! I'll explain why in a moment, and just mention that there is also a paperback edition available (for £8.99) -...

Spotlight

Taking Him On

    His eyes locked with mine as my giggling fizzled away, and I just let the wonder fill me, of being with him after a whole day apart.
    “I missed you,” I murmured, closing in on him, slowly, until our lips touched.
    “I missed you too,” he whispered, and the tip of his tongue teased its way into my mouth. I tingled at the familiar yet thrilling sensation, and the way he always held back, waiting to see if I would reciprocate.
    “How muddy are you?” I asked.
    “Quite,” he said.
    “So you don’t mind if you get muddier?”