I am UNBELIEVABLY EXCITED that my novel, Crying in the Rain, is a finalist in the 2015 Bisexual Book Awards. So excited, in fact, that as I type I have a TENS machine on my lower back and I'm daring...
Checking Him Out
Checking Him Out is a gay romance (M/M romance, if you like), so fair warning is given here about the sexual content. If you prefer contemporary, non-explicit stuff, why not try Hiding Behind The Couch?
Checking Him Out - the first book - is available for free!
Checking Him Out For the Holidays - a short festive story
Hiding Out - George, Josh and Libby from Hiding Behind The Couch meet Matty and Noah from Checking Him Out
COMING JUNE 2015 - Taking Him On - Noah and Matty's story.
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?
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!
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
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…