Marc talks about his Bisexuality for #BiWeek

I think it’s important to be aware of it, and Marc said everything that’s to be said about it.

Well written, Marc!

Rainbow Gold Reviews


Mom, Dad, Dear Readers,

I have to tell you something. … I’m Bi. Well, actually, my boyfriend and my parents and my friends already know. But when I was casually talking with one of my best friends and said something along the lines of ‘since you know, I’m bi’ and she told me didn’t have a clue and that it might be a good idea to do a post about it during the current Bisexuality Awareness Week. Now, she knows that I have ex-girlfriends, but that doesn’t mean too much given I came out after our relationship ended. The fact that I was drooling over half-naked, bare-assed waiters at UK GLBTQ and have been with my boyfriend for almost four years might have something to do with her assumption that I’m gay as well.

However, it probably mostly was the fact that I often don’t say I’m Bi. I say…

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Signed the Contract!

I just signed the contract with MLR for my Christmas Novella ‘Grenzen’!

It’s a BDSM story, playing in Germany, on one of the most famous Christmas Markets. More details will follow.

A big thank you to my crit group who helped me to make this story come alive!

Chris *goes celebrating now*

Blog Tour: The Hard Act to Follow Playlist by Kimber Vale

Thanks to Kimber for stopping by at my blog today.


Kimber, your turn:


The Hard Act to Follow Playlist: Fall Out Boy’s Where Did the Party Go

by Kimber Vale




Hey, there! It’s Kimber Vale getting this party started with a little Fall Out Boy. Actually, I’m winding this shindig down with my next to last playlist song. Sob! In case you haven’t seen any of my Hard Act to Follow guest posts yet, honestly where the hell have you been? I feel like a machine cranking these puppies out. There are plenty of playlist tunes out there for the listening, but this one could very well be my favorite of the bunch.
YouTube link to FOB’s Where Did the Party Go:
Creeptastic video, right? Watch the entire album in song order for a strange, gory, and semi-coherent FOB movie.

So, why did Fall Out Boy make the playlist, you ask? Okay, maybe you didn’t ask, but I’m answering anyway. This song is actually referenced in my book. After Kyrie and Greg finally reconcile (the first time—or is that the second?) Kyrie sings this song when they’re walking back to his apartment. Most of the lyrics work in one way or another and I can’t say no to a song with the term “naked magic” bandied about.
I managed to catch a Fall Out Boy show this summer. They totally kicked ass and I jumped around like a teenager in front of a bunch of teenagers. The only down side was that they didn’t play Where Did the Party Go. 😦 Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to see them again. Yes, I’m a concert slut. We all need hobbies; I knit, sew, garden, and go to concerts. So what?


Greg’s head snapped up and a slow smile lit his face even as his cheeks went pink. He licked his lips, staring at Kyrie’s all the while.
“You don’t need to get back to work?” Kyrie schooled his voice, attempting a stern look to go with it. He didn’t want Greg getting in trouble for running out today or for missing tomorrow.
“Nope.” Greg didn’t hesitate, but his jaw tightened. “I told them I had a family emergency. Someone else can pick up the important stuff. My secretary will reschedule the rest.”
“You’re sure?”
“Never been more.”
Kyrie cackled as he looked down at Greg’s messy clothes. “If that’s your only outfit, you’ll definitely have to be naked the whole time you’re here.”
Greg blushed redder, and Kyrie leaned over to kiss him again.
“So fucking adorable. Come on. Let’s go see how much tequila’s left.”
“Nah nah-nah nah nah nah nah-nah nah nah.” Kyrie sang Fall Out Boy’s Where Did the Party Go as he danced his way up the stairs, occasionally turning to knock his hip against Greg’s despite his eye-rolling and snorts of laughter. Out on the street, Greg walked stiffly beside him. Kyrie continued to hum, but toned down the show for Greg’s benefit. He also smothered the need to reach for Greg’s hand. Looking down at Kyrie, Greg cracked an exasperated half grin that didn’t mask his unease.
It was difficult to make sense of everything. Greg pinned Kyrie with that mixture of amusement and mortification all the time. He’d been doing it for years. Only now things were suddenly and insanely different, but still exactly the same. Weird and wonderful, yet normal. Kyrie felt like Dorothy stepping out in Technicolor after a lifetime of monochrome.


Kyrie is an actor with a physical aversion to telling lies, a one-eyed cat, and horrible taste in men. His ex-brother-in-law and best friend, Greg, harbors a secret crush he can’t shake. After denying his feelings for Kyrie for too long, Greg finally gives in to desire one drunken night. Come the morning, the facts get twisted. Kyrie pretends he doesn’t remember a thing—a lie that eats him alive—and Greg can’t stop thinking about how he screwed up the best thing in his life.
Before they can clear the air, Kyrie follows his dreams to New York City, but could he also be running away?
A mistake from Kyrie’s past detonates their silence, and Greg is forced to confront the man he loves. Is their new truth strong enough to support a relationship, or are they doomed to crumble under old fears? Their friendship could evolve into something a million times stronger, but maybe Kyrie’s act is just too hard for Greg to follow.


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The Foreman from J.T. Hall

Today I have the great pleasure to introduce you to a writer friend, J.T. Hall. She published The Foreman recently and you’ll find info and an excerpt here.

Please read and enjoy





Title: The Foreman
Author: J.T. Hall
Genre: Short M/M Contemporary (bear/twink, some domination/submission)

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Twitter: @jthall7


Tim’s got a problem with his new job as a carpenter. His foreman, Gary Zucker, is just too damned sexy. With a mustache, hairy arms, and a solid gut, Gary exudes power and confidence, and it’s driving Tim crazy. When Gary notices Tim’s attraction, he figures it’s all over. The foreman will probably fire him for having the wrong kind of wood.

Then Gary surprises him. He shows he knows how to be the boss in more than one way. The question remains if this will be a one time thing, or something more. Tim’s got one chance to show the man how good he can be, before his dream man slips through his fingers.


“You realize I’m probably fifteen years older than you,” Gary said, leaning even closer, so that their lips were only inches apart. Tim swore the guy must be able to hear the pounding of his heart by now.
“Don’t care,” Tim whispered. He licked his lips, feeling hot and cold shivers going through him, almost desperate to be touched. “It’s the mustache,” he added impulsively. “I really like it.”
Gary responded with a deep rumble in his chest, almost like a purr, as he closed the distance between them. They kissed, hot tongues sliding together, slightly scratchy brush of hair against Tim’s lips contrasting with the softness of moist lips. Tim groaned, longing to reach over and grab Gary’s hand, but he forced himself to stay still, communicating his need only through their kisses.
When the kiss ended, Gary chuckled. “Should have just said so. Just this for now. Anything else will have to wait until work’s over.” He stroked Tim again, no nonsense this time, fist pumping his dick hard, demandingly.
Tim bit his lip to keep from crying out. Too much, too fast. He could feel his control slipping away. He nodded as Gary continued to jerk him off, feeling it approaching, the intensity making his eyes water. With a soft cry, he thrust up into Gary’s fist. Hot cum splashed over the foreman’s hand, and onto Tim’s jeans as the waves of pleasure ripped through him. A second pulse, and then a third; his orgasm finally passed, and left him panting for breath.
Just as Tim started to come back down to reality, Gary roughly wiped his hand on Tim’s jeans, making him jump. He stared at the foreman wide-eyed, trying to process what had just happened.
“Get yourself together and be back on the job.” Gary’s tone allowed no argument. Tim stared at the man, wondering if he was angry. With a grunt, Gary hitched up Tim’s jeans.
Then he stalked back over to the worksite, leaving Tim still woozy with the aftershocks.
For a moment, all Tim could do was stare at Gary’s retreating back, appreciating the curve of Gary’s ass as he walked. He blinked, and tucked himself back in, fixing his underwear and zipping up the fly. Had that really happened? Tim looked at himself in the rearview mirror, at the sweat beading his upper lip, the look of shock on his face. He wiped off the sweat with his shirt, feeling boneless. Spent.
Back to the job, boss had said. Reluctantly, Tim climbed out of the truck and slammed the door shut.
So what happened now?