published!

The anthology that I have a short-but-smokin'-hot story in was published yesterday!
WHoo! Nothing is as exciting as seeing your name in print. :)


Mr. Right Now

Not all erotic encounters are love at first sight or lead to happily ever after. That doesn't mean we don't want to read about them.

A Dreamspinner Anthology of Gay Erotic Short Stories



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paperback
ISBN: 978-0-9815084-2-9
Price: $11.99
Length: 248 Pages
Publication Date: Jan 2008

eBook
ISBN: 978-0-9815084-3-6
Price: $5.99

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6 Random Things Before DInner

DInner is resting. Thus, a list:

1. Note to brain:

The song you are singing on endless repeat is "Super Massive Black Hole." Not, I repeat, NOT "Super Natural Black Hole."

So just stop that.


2. Note to self:

If your intention is to write a long, multi-chaptered answer to "whatever happened with Remus?" and "what happened next?" after your very old fic "Virluentus Somnium," you would be best served by immersing yourself in Harry Potter fandom.

In Harry. In Severus. In Remus. Eat (lick?), breathe, and LIVE Remus and his angst.

STOP READING J2!


3. Question for anyone reading this drivel:

What do you think is worse – having a newish song with very few lyrics stuck on endless repeat for week OR having 3 beats of an oldoldold song suddenly re-start that entire album playing in your head?


3a. Does this even happen to other people, that you listened to one album just way too much and now a teensy hint of the music gets the song stuck and then the song after that and then the song after that and on and on? There aren't that many albums that do this to me. One is a thematic mixed tape (yes, because I'm that bloody old) of songs by the Cure. Another is Nine Inch Nail's "Pretty Hate Machine." And another, and today's current bane, is the Violent Femme's self-titled album.

Moral of the story? Beware what you feed your brains, kids, when you are in high school and college. It will engrave itself into the wrinkles of your grey matter and be with you until you are dust.


4. Winkle pickers? Seriously? Seriously? You're not just making up words now and pretending they're British slang to see if gullible Americans fall for it?

Seriously?

Also, my husband's reaction that that phrase? "If you say 'winkle pickers' three times, it makes you queer."

(Yes, this was after discussing the "Bloody Mary" episode/fable.)


5. I'm having this perverse urge to write het. Or maybe I just want to have sex with a girl again.

I love that both these urges are equally "deviant" in both my brain and my f-list/circle o' friends.

Or maybe I just need some cocoa...


6. Seriously, they're not that hot. The show isn't *that* amazing. But they're two guys, aged 24 and 28, and they GIGGLE. And I love that.

I am so doomed.


Dinner. Then coca. With lots and lots and lots of Bailey's Irish Cream.

*facepalms*