When Skies Have Fallen received an honourable mention in the 2015 Rainbow Awards! What the judges said: "Exceptional historical accuracy and sense of setting: the novel rings with authenticity. The...
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
Taking Him On - Noah and Matty's story.
Checking In - More antics with Sol and Adam.
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.
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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?”