Despite what I said on Twitter…

I did actually manage to get something written today (once the cat stopped standing on me). I have no title for it, but it’s just over a thousand words about an android and a little room; you can read it right here. No rating, because it has nothing in it to offend anyone, with the possible exception of math purists and/or English teachers (run-on sentences without punctuation).

As for the ending… Make up your own mind.

The Once And Future Book…

The first volume of the Hot Summer Days project is out: Don’t Read In The Closet Volume One. It covers release days 1 to 19, and does include my story Gone To Pieces. (It’s highly explicit, involving D/s and a cyborg designed and purchased as nothing more than an incredibly complex sex toy.) The other important parts are that the whole thing is free, and there are three more volumes after this one. If you’re not a member of the Goodreads M/M Romance group, or if you know someone who wants to get their feet wet in the M/M end of the pool without spending much/any money, this is a great collection. It has stories of every kind (cowboys, sci-fi, sweet, funny) and every length; it has some great authors, both published and unpublished (until now).

I really enjoyed this project, and I’d love to do it again, both as an author and a reader. (I have to admit that I have a letter all ready to go for next time, if there is one. Heh.)

As for my latest release… I got the galley proof today! So now I have to check it over and figure out if there’s anything else that needs a last-second tweak before it goes off to the formatter/publisher. After that, it’s deciding on cover art (which I am looking forward to like…like you don’t even know) and then, then! It’s pre-release jitters and then the release. It’ll be out either in November or December, and as soon as I have a date, I’ll post it all over creation.

A New Free Read!

Option Three: The One That’s Never On the List. Shelby Foster has never really been fond of bureacracy, and when it interferes with his job one too many times, he takes matters into his own hands. He already has plenty of aliens in his life, so what’s one in his bathtub? Besides attractive, in a slippery sort of way… A definite R rating, for nudity and rather more intimate human/alien relations.

Free Read Leads To Questions:

So I picked up The Virginian; partly because the excerpt made it sound interesting, partly because it’s listed under gay/lesbian (which, for a book published in 1902, was intriguing enough on its own), and partly because I have yet to understand the allure of the Gay Cowboy archetype.

So far, the only hints that there might be any same-sex action is the narrator remarking that he wishes The Virginian (I forget if he has an actual name) would like him; later he mentions that TV does something that makes Narrator love him. The line that makes me sit up and say ‘Que? I mean, huh?’ is this one:

“We were thorough friends, and had exchanged many confidences both of the flesh and of the spirit.”

…I’m not entirely sure what that means, or what it was intended to mean. I know what it sounds like, to me–but who knows if my interpretation is the one the author was expecting.