I’ve had a great life.
I met my life-partner (now husband) Mark when I was twenty-three, and was finally able to marry him in 2008. We lived in Hawaii for a year, started our own business, and work most days in our sweats, making the commute from bedroom to office in about ten seconds.
I am a lucky bastard.
When I started writing at the tender age of ten, I had no idea where this whole author thing would go. I also had no idea I was gay, though looking back, there were signs. I hated sports, loved stuffed animals and had no problem mixing Barbies in with my Star Wars action figures. :P
As I have often mentioned, my writing career, which I thought would take off in my mid twenties with my first novel submission, quickly crashed back to earth when all ten publishers rejected me. I often wonder how things would have gone if I had stuck with it back then - if I had picked myself up and kept going. I was at WorldCon last year and went to a panel with an author who started about the same time - and now she has legions of fans (and in a possibly related role, sits on panels at World Con).
Is it possible to be immensely thrilled for someone and insanely jealous of them too?
Now back to the lucky bastard part.
In 2013, I decided to get back into writing after my husband kicked me in my writer's ass. I was griping about having lost momentum once again, and he turned to me and deadpanned “The only thing stopping you from writing is you.”
Holy bat signal, Robin!
He was absolutely right, and he was also telling that he was okay with me spending the time I needed to write, and to finally get myself published.
Now here we are, six years on, and I have almost thirty published works to my credit, including six novels. “Ithani,” which came out today, caps my first trilogy, and my second one wraps in October.
I’m writing what I always wanted to - diverse, exciting sci fi and fantasy - and although I’m not making bank (yet), I have a bunch of loyal readers who love what I do.
Did I mention that Mark and I will celebrate our twenty seventh anniversary in April?
I’m breathing. I’m writing. And I’m living with the man of my dreams.
I really am a lucky bastard.
From the cold Canadian border, the US1 runs along the east coast with patience. Southbound, always south, until it reaches the Sunshine State.
Not the fastest way, sure, but if you have time to drive it all the way down, you might find yourself lost in one of the coastal towns that dot the US1 like little jewels.
Maybe that town’s name is Crescent Creek.
These are the stories of its people.
You know what they say about those creative types...
Playful, rebellious, sensitive and passionate, nobody loves like an artist. These sixteen stories set the stage for racy encounters with bad boy rock stars, sensual actors, and artists seeking their muse. Inside this collection you'll find:
* A drummer aching to satisfy the one woman who doesn't recognize that he's a rock star
* A writer unaware that his fans and former assistant find him undeniably attractive
* An eccentric college professor enticing her protégé with informal lessons on dance, drawing, and desire
* A stage manager struggling to remain professional with the show's sexy director
Whether you're looking for a playwright provoking her friend's uptight cop neighbor to help with blocking, two choir men battling for the affection of the girl-next-door, or a struggling writer finding an unusual muse in the Japanese countryside, this collection will have you ready for romance.
She’s the wife he doesn’t want…
…and the woman he needs!
Desperate to escape her murderous brother-in-law and protect her young sister, Ragnhild agrees to marry an unknown warrior, and arrives penniless on his remote island. Only, Gunnar Olafson’s belief in love died with his family—he does not want a bride! But as yuletide approaches, Ragnhild transforms his isolated existence. Can she melt her Viking warrior’s frozen heart?
A Viking maiden destined for the battlefield…
…in bed with her captor!
As a female warrior, Dagmar Kolbeinndottar knows she’s not meant for marriage and a family. Until she’s kidnapped by Celtic warlord Aedan mac Connall, who has been tasked with returning Dagmar to her estranged father. Fighting her father’s orders to marry, Dagmar declares she will take no one but her abductor, expecting Aedan to refuse…but he’s intent on making her his bride!