In about a week…

…I can call myself a published author. On November, 7th, my very first book will release.

I think it’s time now to show off the cover and share the blurb with you.

NEVER Wrong COver


Jeff was raised to believe love between two men is wrong. Or is it? Can love ever be wrong?


When Jeff meets the much younger Dean, he only knows he wants him, consequences be damned. But things are not as easy, especially after Jeff’s ex calls and announces big news.

And Dean? He thinks the new neighbor is hot, but he’s not interested in something more than a rebound fuck. That’s what he tells himself, at least.

But lust isn’t a good basis for a relationship, more so since Jeff isn’t sure whether he can deal with being gay.

Love is never wrong, but can Jeff accept that?


I’ll do quite a few stops at blogs, some with giveaways, so watch out for updates!

Have a good day!





Haunted House of Manlove Flash Hop

Today’s my turn with the Halloween Flash Blog Tour.

A flash about an evening that went a bit spookier than intended. I hope you enjoy it.



A bit spookier

Sebastian watched as three ghosts, one witch, a crocodile, a skeleton and two Spidermen ran towards the next house, which was decorated with pumpkins and candles. Maybe here would be something to get.

He followed the screams of his nieces, nephews and their friends, demanding sweets. They yelled Süßes oder Saures in the face of every apartment owner. The phrase was an adapted version of the American Trick or Treat, but was closer translated as Sweet or Sour.

The first houses hadn’t been really successful, but the little monsters weren’t deterred from their plans for a real Halloween.

The young woman smiled and talked with the kids. Sebastian did a quick headcount, but all the little monsters were still there. Thank God, losing one of them would be hell in the darkness.

The friendly woman was still talking to the little ones and handing out some sweets. The kids had seen a movie about Halloween in the U.S. and were determined to have the same. Despite Sebastian’s claims that it wasn’t that common in Germany, they wanted to try, and it seemed at least a few people anticipated the kids.

Sebastian waited for the children to finish talking and nodded a silent thanks to the woman. He turned around to wait for until the little ones to run ahead to the next house.

A high pitched, loud scream wailed through the night. Fuck. Sebastian whipped around, but didn’t see anything.

Little feet stomped over the dry ground, kicking up dry leaves, rustling them to all sides as the kids came running back to him.

Sebastian looked at their frightened faces. “What’s up? What did you see? A cat?”

“No, something bigger. Like a—a—a ghost.” Marcus, one of the older kids answered.

“A ghost?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows. Marcus and Sven were at least ten years old; they wouldn’t be scared so easily.

“Maybe it just was a shadow?”

The bigger guys shook their heads. The smaller ones looked quite shaken, but didn’t say anything.

Sebastian turned around and looked into the brush again. Nothing. Who knows what they’d seen.

Sebastian shook his head at the kids and led them to the next driveway. They all stayed by his side now.

Something rustled close to them. Sebastian stared intently in the darkness, but he didn’t see anything. “Over here, guys. Maybe we’ll get something here.”

The little monsters ran up to the door and rang, while Sebastian followed in a slower pace. He was in the open now, nothing to hide in the front yard of the house, but he felt like someone watched him.

Sebastian chided himself. Such bullshit. Who’d watch him?

The kids stayed at his side for a couple of houses, but nobody heard anything. At the third house, there was no holding back the little ones and they sprinted forward again.

There. There. Something had moved in the bush over there.

Sebastian’s breath stopped. Damn. What is that?

He exhaled hard. Time to stop being a wuss. He stepped towards the dry branches, trying to spot anything in there. Nothing.

The kids stood around him, frightened expressions on their faces.

“You heard that too, didn’t you?”

“Na. I think there might be a cat following us. That’s all.” He looked around. The little ones didn’t seem to be convinced. Not even slightly, to be precise.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go to the next house, see if they know what Halloween is.”

“Yeah, that’s Frau Meier, she’s very nice.”

“You know her?” Sebastian asked Marcus.

“I’m living a couple of houses over there. Of course I know her.”

At least he saved the “duh” that his tone implied. Some of the kids were from around here, while two of his nieces were from further away. His nephews lived two streets away, so he shouldn’t be surprised to hear their friends were from all around here.

Sebastian looked back in the direction Marcus had pointed. It was the house where they’d gotten a lot of sweets.

“Okay, let’s get going.” Sebastian motivated the kids to get out of the front yard again, but they’d lost some of their urge to run and stayed closer to his side.


Sebastian froze. His heart stopped beating. FUCK! That definitely came from the overgrown yard that was next on their tour.

The kids looked in the direction the sound had originated, their expressions horrified.

“That’s—nothing. Absolutely nothing,” Sebastian stammered, over the pulse pounding in his ears.

“But—there. That was—what was that?”

“I don’t know. An—an owl, maybe?”

The kids didn’t look convinced.

“Come on, we’ll try the next house.”

The kids stayed close on the way to the next house. Sebastian reached in his pocket to pull out his phone. Maybe he should call the police.

It wouldn’t hurt to watch the things a couple of houses and then maybe call after he dropped off all the kids at their home. If he made the call now, whatever it was would hear him.

They went into he next yard, this one pretty overgrown and dark.

Something moved. A shadow. Sebastian squinted his eyes. Something rustled.


“W-w-w-what w-w-w-was t-t-t-that?” Sven was very much white around the nose.

“I’m going to call the police, if you don’t come out of there now! Stop scaring the kids!” Sebastian called, his voice only wavering a little.


A dark figure stepped out of the shadows. The kids screamed. Sebastian stared at the thing, frozen on the spot. The thing raised a hand and shoved the hood from his face.

“Max!! You—you!”

With that Marcus flung himself on the figure, pummeling at him with both hands. The man went down, laughing, while trying to fight off the kid.

Sebastian watched as they rolled on the grass, the man apparently trying not to hurt Marcus, but laughing so hard that the kid got in a few punches at the guy’s ribs. They definitely had wrestled before.

Slowly the fight left both of them, and they sat up, still chuckling.

“That was you?”

“You complained that Halloween would be boring. So I decided to change that.”

Marcus looked offended and Sebastian burst out laughing.

He reached down to help the man up. “You are?”

“Marcus’s brother. Max.”

“I’m Sebastian. You scared us all right.”

“Sorry for that. But he—” he gestured at Marcus, “was mouthy as hell today.”

“It’s okay. No worries. But you can come along and watch them now. I somehow went from spending an evening with my nephews and nieces to having eight kids to look after.”

Sebastian admired Max’s handsome face, the dark hair and the grin. “Maybe we can get a drink or something after we have them home again.” He smiled at Max.

“Or something sounds good.” Max grinned back at him, one eyebrow raised.

Oh, yes, or something would be much better.

They started walking next to each other, the kids now way ahead of them, and Sebastian cast glances at Max whenever the light of a streetlamp allowed it. Once or twice their gazes met and held. If Sebastian wasn’t mistaken, this Halloween would be one of the best in a while.



Have a good day, and thanks for reading this.

Tomorrow the tour stops at the following blogs:

Kate W

Heloise West

and Skye Jones




It’s Here!

Meet my Character Blog Tour

Meet My Character

Thanks to Matthias Williamson for inviting me to introduce one of my characters.
Last week was Matthias’s turn and you can read his post about Drum here:

I decided on introducing Jeff. He’s one of the main protagonists in my novella ‘Never Wrong’

This are the questions about him:

1.) What is the name of your character?
Jeff Andrews

2.) Is he/she fictional or a historic person?
He’s fictional

3.) When and where is the story set?
The story is set in Chicago, Illinois, in 2014

4.) What should we know about him/her?
Jeff is a man in his forties who just recently stopped hiding how he feels. He spent a lot of time with doing what other people thought was right.
Jeff has very mixed feelings about a lot of things, and just because he accepts something doesn’t mean he is comfortable with it. He has to learn that, though.

5.) What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?
Jeff spent 42 years doing what he thought was right. As he realized his mistakes, he changed a lot of things, but he is definitively not ready to meet someone new.

6.) What is the personal goal of the character?
To make a new life and move on. Jeff wants to leave his past behind him.

7.) Is there a working title for this novel, and can we read more about it?
The story is called Never Wrong. I’ll post the blurb as soon as I’ve got a release date.

8.) When can we expect the book to be published or when was it published?
The book will be released soon, coming from MLR Press.

I hope you’ll love Jeff and Dean (the other protagonist) as much as I do and enjoy their story once it’s available.

The next author introducing one of her characters is JT Hall:

J.T. Hall has a bachelor degree in Creative Writing and a Master in Education. She has long been active in the LGBT community and does charity work including AIDS education and suicide prevention. She currently works as a technical writer and lives with her partner and teenaged daughter in sunny Arizona.

The Foreman on Amazon:

Watch What You Say

I don’t have much to say to that. Just that it’s true and we should be more aware of it.

Brigham Vaughn

In college, I studied psychology.  I won’t get into my disappointment in the lack of clinical experience in the program or the fact that I learned more from the elective classes I took than the required ones for my degree.  What I will say is that hand’s down, the class that stuck with me the most was one of those electives.  It was a counseling and educational psychology course taught by a man who worked tirelessly as a disability advocate.  He worked with the state government, with the Special Olmpics, with more groups than I will ever hope to remember.  He had a wife and family, taught at the university, and he had cerebral palsy.

I was very deliberate in the way I worded the description about him.  It’s one of the lessons I learned in his class.  It might seem like a minor thing to be described as a blind…

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