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

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

Checking Him Out

    I wanted to see him, watch his face as his mouth met mine, stare into those liquid eyes as he moved in on me in the unlit hallway. All my other senses were working overtime. The sweet beery taste of his breath filled my mouth, the rough velvet of his tongue pushed hard against mine, his hot hands skimmed my shoulders, brushed down my back, drawing me closer in a suffocatingly-tight embrace. He took his time, exploring my mouth, my lips, my neck, and I let him take charge, aware that the increase in my heart rate was only partly due to sexual arousal. I was kind of panicked, by everything—the dark, the overwhelming scent of his body, his confidence, the fact that I wasn’t the one controlling the action, that this didn’t feel casual. If I allowed this to continue, if I let him in…