And now for a much lighter post!

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I have three prizes up for grabs (one prize = one winner, for a total of three winners). One is a copy of the Skater Boys anthology, edited by Neil Plakcy and featuring my story Totally Choice; one is a copy of the Model Men anthology, also edited by Neil Plakcy and featuring my story Still Life With Philip Delaney; and last but not least a copy of Eat Me, edited by Shanna Germain and featuring my story Awydd.

1) Check out the blurbs and excerpts below — clicking the link will show the info on this page.
2) Choose your desired item…
3) ??? …And leave a comment stating which you’d like. Easy!

I’ll draw the winners via and have them posted by 1:00 PM Pacific time on May 21. Prizes will be sent ASAP after winners have been contacted.

Thanks so much for stopping by!

Skater Boys

Model Men

Eat Me

What am I working on?

About a million different things. I’ll pick four or five, though.

– Untitled Historical: A love story set in/against the Battle(s) of New Orleans. Features a potter’s apprentice, the potter’s son, mild piracy, clay, disliked Brits, and smut.
This is sort of an unusual story for me, in that the framework is a pure historical — no magic, no boys who used to be something else, no paranormal elements, no alteration of the actual events of history. The research has been a blast, though. (I’m off to do more this afternoon, in fact.) It’s a teeny bit of an AU in that no one kills my protagonists for simply existing. (Have I mentioned how I just don’t do Misery Lit?)

– Schooling Rhys (working title): Another Max and Trevor story! Features Trevor fulfilling one of Max’s fantasies while other people watch.
I’m hoping to get this one finished in time to submit it to an anthology of College Students stories. Other than that, it’s typical Max/Trev, with Max being a smartass to get exactly what he wants and Trevor loving to give it to him.

– Untitled Contemporary: The Threatened Cyclist Thing. Features a punny name, a guy who gets little pleasure out of being a hardass, and one very damaged bike racer.
I have no idea where this is going, or if it will ever be salable. I thought it was going to be dumb/funny, and instead Perry took off in a completely different direction, leaving me to sit in the dust and gawp like an idiot.

– Untitled Paranormal-ish Contemporary menage: They’re not demons, they’re just…Others. Features an anything-you-want-me-to-be-baby eater of souls, an infovore, and the human man they love.
Dallas Blackwell has survived six months in Finland* and a bank robbery. All he wants to do is go home, have sex with his husband, and maybe order a pizza. Instead, he walks in on one last insulting injury: his husband is in bed with not one but two other men. After that, there’s a divorce, Christmas with the family, tattoos, Dallas finally gets to have sex, and a discussion of how to talk about someone who doesn’t have a fixed gender being kind-of-pregnant. (It’s NOT Mpreg, I promise! And it’s hard to boil down into a blurb.)

* Dallas loved Finland. He would have loved it more if he’d had his husband around, though in retrospect it was all for the best.

Stuff I Am Currently Considering:

– Next month is (inter) National Masturbation Month (Warning: popup(s) and annoying pizza hut advertising, for those of you without adblocker.). I will write more than one single story, this year. I am open to requests/suggestions — a particular character, scenario/setting, etc.

– A BDSM thing featuring a guy who has kind of given up on his culture’s hookup-festivals because he just doesn’t get the same kind of delight out of them that his friends do… Until the year he meets someone who offers him something different.

– A story featuring a cowboy (one of the few overdone character archetypes I can bear to write) who inherits or otherwise ends up in a castle. And that’s about as far as I’ve gotten, with that one.

Reviews and reactions

This is all inspired by the rather spectacular self-immolation of one Jacqueline Howett, who objected to a two-star review of The Greek Seaman. It’s too bad, too, since the premise sounds interesting.

I don’t have too many reviews of my work floating around. There are basically two for Aduniad, written under the pen-name of Celyn Lleuad*, and one for Totally Choice. All of the reviews for Aduniad can be found at Amazon; Goodreads has the review of Totally Choice.

I have to admit that I was kind of disappointed by the reviews of Aduniad. On the other hand, I can see exactly what the reviewers mean, when they say that it’s too talky, confusing, unarousing, and focuses too much on the buildup rather than the sex. That’s all my fault, though — Max and Trev’s first foray into domination is full of dailogue, and the actual penetrative sex is limited to about two and a half paragraphs. Do I blame the people who read it for not “getting” the genius that is Max and Trev? No.

I don’t blame them because I took a chance when I submitted Aduniad. D/s isn’t everyone’s cuppa. Neither is spanking, the word ‘slut’, or the three of them in conjunction. I know that, and if a reviewer doesn’t like it because they’re not into kink (or whatever), then it doesn’t bother me. I also know that not everyone is going to automatically adore Max and Trev, or even see them/their relationship in the same way I do.

I took away a couple of important points from those reviews, though. One of them is that Aduniad isn’t a good introduction to Max and Trev’s relationship. There’s too much talk, too, and not enough action; there’s a difference between ‘buildup’ and ‘foreplay’ for some people. These are all good things to know (and I’m not being sarcastic, just so we’re clear on that point).

I’m sure that there will be people who will be annoyed and disappointed by Tobias’ Own, too, and will tell the world about it. When that happens, I hope I’ll be able to learn something from what they have to say and take it with me to the next story I write.

* It’s Welsh. No, I don’t know what I was thinking, either.


Eat Me, MindFuck Fiction's first anthology on the theme of gluttony, has been posted for sale. There are seven stories (including Awydd, featuring Max and Trevor), a bookplate, several pictures, and a small meditation on each story from their authors. 

You can grab it at MindFuck's page, and they'll personalize it for you as a bonus. Pretty sweet. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go dance around like I haven't any good sense, because I'm published

Okay, so, remember that news I mentioned?


Yes. *Dances around* I sold Awydd, which is another Max and Trevor story. (Interestingly enough, it does come after Aduniad, though it's not a direct sequel. A bunch of other stuff happens between Aduniad and Awydd.)

It's going to be published as part of MindFuck Fiction's Seven Sexy Sins collection, in the Gluttony volume. As soon as I know exactly what the release date is, I will share it. 

I swear, I am NEVER going to EVER get tired of it: I sold a story! 

A Review! And Some Thinking.

Allow me to preface the following with this, because it is deeply important to me that EVERYONE knows: I am NOT angry. I am NOT seething with resentment nor am I bottling up my rage. I’m not upset. *Huff* Okay! Now that that is out of the way, it’s on to what I want to say!

So, I saw my very first review ever! And I was a little disappointed, to be honest, because it was half a sentence of constructive criticism that boils down to ‘more payoff plz!’. The way it was phrased, though, got me thinking.

The reviewer said that Adunaid focused ‘more on the setup’ than the actual sex, and that as a result it was hard for her to get into the story. She’s not wrong in that yeah, Max and Trev do take a LONG time to get from ‘I wanna fuck’ to *actual* fucking, and that the payoff isn’t exactly the finale of the 1812 Overture in terms of descriptions/orgasms. *Waves a hand* That’s a legit critique and I’ll keep it in mind for next time. (Even if I am mildly concerned about my work ending up on Weeping Cock.)

My question is where is the line between setup and foreplay? For me, personally, I think of ‘setup’ as ‘whatever gets us to the touchy-feely bits’, and anything after that is foreplay. That’s just me, though — I know my interpretations of words/feelings on connotations aren’t always the same as everyone else’s.

How about you? Where do you draw the line, if there is one?

(Cross- and re-posted from my LJ.)