Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Last week Amazon introduced pre-orders for indie authors -- just in time for my new M/M Amish romance! So without further ado:


a-forbidden-rumspringa-web-copy When two young Amish men find love, will they risk losing everything? In a world where every detail of life—down to the width of a hat brim—is dictated by God and the all-powerful rules of the community, two men dare to imagine a different way. At 18, Isaac Byler knows little outside the strict Amish settlement of Zebulon, Minnesota, where there is no rumspringa for exploration beyond the boundaries of their insular world. Isaac knows he’ll have to officially join the church and find a wife before too long, but he yearns for something else—something he can’t name. Dark tragedy has left carpenter David Lantz alone to support his mother and sisters, and he can’t put off joining the church any longer. But when he takes on Isaac as an apprentice, their attraction grows amid the sweat and sawdust. David shares his sinful secrets, and he and Isaac struggle to reconcile their shocking desires with their commitment to faith, family and community. Now that they’ve found each other, are they willing to lose it all?

Find out September 3, 2014, at Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Barnes and Noble and other online booksellers.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

RIP Robin Williams

I'm sad today and felt the need to find some Robin Williams moments to make me laugh.

Here's a short one:



And vintage 1991 with Johnny Carson:



Just last fall with Craig Ferguson:



Finally, a classic that I think we all need today:



Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have a little keen and then watch The Birdcage.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Ten Hot Free MPREG Novels

I'm listing my top 10 favorite free MPREG novels. For those who are going "What the BLEEP is MPREG?" It's any story that involves male pregnancy.

A couple of the stories below are fanfiction and marked as such so you'll know what you're getting into before you click on the links.

1. A Little Advice for Aspiring Fires by The Byger
Sterek Mpreg Fanfic
Regardless of his sadly lacking social circle, Stiles was going to have to get some physical contact or he was going to explode. Seriously. It’d be messy and Derek would probably become even more emotionally constipated having to clean up little bits of Stiles from his pristine walls and furniture.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/692840

2. (Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles
Sterek Mpreg Fanfic
Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/772834

3. Balancing Karma by I.D. Locke
Karma has it in for Moswen. Trouble follows him around like a demented, faithful dog. Moswen never means for things to happen the way they do. It just does. And while things may seem bad at first, everything eventually works out for the best even if the road to getting there is a less than a smooth ride.
While fleeing his sister's wrath for an accident that was almost not his fault, Moswen stumbles upon the chance to crash what promises to be a fun party.
Kijika is hopeful that the birthday bash for his grandfather, the current king, won't be the deadly boring event he's sure it will be and he'd much rather be pouring over ancient texts in his quest for knowledge. Moswen's karma swings into action and Moswen and Kijika cross paths at the party setting in motion a relationship that will give both men what they most desire.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://id-locke.livejournal.com/13962.html

4. The Seahorse by Memphis86
Supernatural Mpreg Fanfic
Everything is going fine for Dr. Jensen Ackles, a successful 3rd-year resident in obstetrics and gynecology at Grace's Heart hospital in San Francisco. But when a 22-year-old art student shows up at claiming he's pregnant, Jensen is completely certain he's crazy. After a bunch of tests, a sonogram and a bizarre story about having invoked the wrath of a ram-headed Egyptian fertility god, it turns out that Jared Padalecki isn't joking: he really did get knocked up! And when Jared insists on having an OB-GYN of his own gender, Jensen's long stretch of successfully not falling for one of his patients is finally at an end.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://memphis86.livejournal.com/125317.html

5. Fate by C.R. Hewitt
Coren Darshaw is a retired pirate and a successful weapons dealer. He has everything he wants, but what he needs is an extra hand or two to help him with his business and home. He decides to go to the slave market to purchase a blacksmith and a housekeeper, and instead buys a mysterious young man out of pity. He is not prepared for the consequences.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://www.freewebs.com/ninthwave/fate.htm

6. Content by C.R. Hewitt (this is a sequel to Fate)
Coren never imagined himself to be a family man, but things can change. This is a short fic I wrote in tribute to him that gives the reader a small peek into his and Lythallendar's life together after their children are born.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://www.freewebs.com/ninthwave/content.htm

7. Heart String by Azela
Lael was on his way to meet his soul mate, the woman his Heart String chose for him. To his surprise it is not a woman his Heart String has chosen for him.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://original.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600105055

8. This War of Ours by Darkladyknight
Colonel Severson was sent to Garnet to fight in a war that wasn't really theirs. To fight against people they didn't understand. To put your life on the line, only to find out that maybe the enemy isn't really your enemy.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1797552/1/This_War_of_Ours

9. Tainted Angel by Darkladyknight
L├ísa wanted to be left alone, to go back to Garnet to face the charges for killing his mate. He didn’t expect for Moria to stand up from him, or the council to pardon his crime. Or someone to open his eyes to love and passion.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2025992/1/Tainted_Angel

10. Tearc Dragan by Darkladyknight
Abandoned on a ship lost in space, for thirteen years Solas has been alone. Until fate sent him Devin. But when you can't understand each other, it's hard to make things work.
You can find this story at the link below:
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2340139/1/Tearc_Dragan

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Rereleased: My Ghost

It took four long months but I finally carved out the time to get My Ghost rereleased. I got my rights back on this short ghost story during the same week I finally got the promotion I'd been angling for at the day job. That day job had to come first, of course.

This kickin' cover was created by the talented Syneca Featherstone!

My Ghost

My Ghost
A ghost of my past haunts me already, so running into another in the same graveyard where it all began is almost more than I can stand.

Almost.
 
So why the hell did I bring him home?

My Ghost is now available on Smashwords by clicking HERE.

I'm working on converting files to upload at ARe and Amazon. Smashwords will filter down to B&NApple, and a few others. Hopefully soon. For those of you who have read the first edition, there are no major changes to the story in this new release.

First chapter excerpt for your Sunday morning reading pleasure:

The grave never changed: marble with his name cut in an elegant script, and the surface wearing a glossy shine. Chase Webber had a pristine grave marker five years later. A fresh wreath hung over the front. Fresh, as in new, not, well, live. The flowers were fake, but they looked real, and more importantly, they looked like they hadn't suffered any storms. In other words, his parents had already come and gone today.

I still couldn't bear to see his parents.

"Who are you?" The voice to my right was low and authoritative, and yet gentle and respectful too. It had been five years, but I recognized it. He had to be visiting Chase.

"A…" I closed my eyes. I had called Chase a friend before his death, but there had been days since when I doubted I understood the meaning of the word. Would a friend have done the things I'd done to Chase? I had never lied, always telling him exactly how it was between us, and yet, I knew—deep down, I knew—he had loved me, and though I could not return the favor, he gave me all of himself. Despite my whoring around, despite my disappearing for days and showing up on his parents' stoop rip-roaring drunk, despite the drugs, the women, the men. Most of all, despite the flamboyant insouciance in the face of his love, he had remained loyal, hoping someday I'd grow to love him too. I had often told him I couldn't and wouldn't, but I'd always known he had never believed me.

He had accepted all of my flaws, except that one.

"I was a friend," I said. In the twilight gloom he might not recognize me. My hair, now shorn up the back, had been long enough for a ponytail when last he saw me. With my face tipped down, hiding behind the longer locks, which fell from my forehead like a veil, he couldn't see me. I hoped he wouldn't remember my voice after all this time, because trying to explain—confessing my pain and fear and loss—would be the end of me tonight. I couldn't do it. Not then, not now. While I had been content to confess my sins to Chase back then—if only to remind him my heart did not belong to him—I could not talk to this man, this mutual friend grieving beside me. Not a word, not ever again.

He dropped to his knees beside me. I peeked at him from behind my raven veil of hair. He wore faded denim and a heavy wool overcoat that brushed the ground. From beneath a chocolate colored cowboy hat dark hair curled, trying to escape. For a brief moment, my fingers itched to tangle in those curls. I flinched away from the memory; long buried, and for a damn good reason.

"I haven't thought of Chase in years," he said. His eyes remained hidden in the gloomy shade of early evening that eddied under the brim of his hat like leaves gathering in an abandoned playground. Desolate and alone, like I'd always been. Even then. "The local paper had to write that article last week about kids messing around in the graveyard after dark."

When he turned his head, he sat back on his heels, mimicking my position. His gaze fell on the bouquet of little white flowers resting on my lap. Narcissus, the lady at the flower shop had said, or commonly called Daffodil. I preferred the former for Chase. He'd called me that on more than one occasion before his death.

I almost said he wasn't messing around, but then I hadn't been here the night he died. Chase’s intention had not been vandalism or scaring other visitors like most bored teens who'd outgrown trick or treating. He wanted to mess around with me but I had found a better offer: a cute nineteen-year-old twink with blue streaks in black hair and chestnut roots showing under his drug store dye job. I couldn't remember his name, but he'd taught me how to blacken my eyes by using a cotton swab to smudge the kohl. He'd also taught me the joys of a good rim job. It had been my birthday, after all, and Chase and I had agreed we weren't in a relationship and didn't have to be monogamous. We'd agreed. Even if it hadn't been what Chase had wanted.

I hated him for dying on my birthday. I did show up that night, just much later than we'd planned. He'd known I'd usually show up fashionably late, but the graveyard had been bathed in flashing blue lights when I finally arrived. I assumed he ran, as any kid our age would've done at the sight of a cop car. I hadn't known he'd already died. I learned that the next day when a detective showed up at my door.

My parents never understood.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" said the ghost from my past. I turned my head to study him more closely. The light faded, and twilight didn't tell me much about his thoughts, but I could see the recognition in his gaze. I searched for anger, resentment, pity—anything—but his expression, a blank slate, hid him from me as effectively as I had ducked him for five years. He was ruggedly handsome, and if he changed the wool for a lightweight duster and lost the silver skull and crossbones on his hatband, he could've passed for a real cowboy. Just my type. Yet a crude rejection swelled in my throat. Manly, muscular, and solid; I always had been into older, stronger men, and he had a few years on me. Chase hadn't, and I might've told him so once or twice.

Chase had been the strong safety of our football team and the captain of the wrestling team. He'd been as manly as one could be at seventeen. Manly men still reminded me too much of him, of Chase, filling out and growing up first. Physically anyway. Sexually, I had been the beast, and his death had yanked my leash tight around that runaway train.

Tonight, squinting into the twilight, I admitted the cowboy ignited my libido. Still everything I wanted physically, but unfortunately I knew him. I recognized Diego Rivera, the man who'd befriended Chase, and the man who I'd called a friend back then while secretly loathing him for being a good buddy to Chase. When I hurt Chase, Diego would be there for him. I spent too a lot of time fearing Diego would reveal my flaws and show Chase how much of an asshole I really was.

Now, facing Diego again, I wished he had been successful.

"I don't drink coffee." Testing, staring into his eyes, meeting his gaze and digging past the common grief to the underlying challenge. I no longer resented him, and by the look in his eyes as he digested my snarky reply, he didn't hold anything against me either. He didn't want coffee and I didn't want his forgiveness. What he did want was a commiserating fuck. I hoped. I had no interest in talk, but I could use the night of sweaty bodies and words moaned into unintelligible expressions of lust and need. I may have thought of him like that once or twice in the year before Chase's death.

"Oh." He pulled his gaze away.

I leaned forward to set my narcissistic flowers at the base of Chase's grave, and then I stood and looked down at Diego. It wouldn't be the same but I needed to punish myself. "I might have a couple of beers in the fridge." I offered him my hand.

He hesitated, his gaze on my fingers. Silver rings decorated every one, including my thumb, and each nail had what I called my Goth French manicure: painted black, but with the tips chipped off until the white edges showed through. You know, like a French manicure but in black. I didn't usually let my polish decay nowadays, but I'd been chewing my nails for the past week, knowing Chase would haunt me on Halloween, also known as my birthday and the anniversary of his death.

I never gave him my love, but I never wanted him dead.

When Diego took my offer, his hand swallowed mine, warm and strong around my fingers. His grip conveyed gentle strength, and briefly, I allowed myself an image of him holding me down, naked, sweaty, and hard. I smiled.

"Shenanigans," he said, still holding my hand.

I didn't go by that old nickname anymore, but falling from his lips it sent my thoughts skating back five years. I trembled and pulled my hand away. Inviting him home could already be added to my list of Shen Stupidities.

He either didn't notice or ignored my reaction. Though I tried to escape his touch, his fingers lingered, brushing my palm in a silent invitation.

Yes, for an hour or two, I'd chase away the ghost of my past.

He cocked an amused smile at me, and the beauty of it struck me in a place I no longer claimed. I've always been more of an ass and cock man, but his smile drew me in. I wanted to kiss those lips but I resisted. Not here. Not in front of Chase's grave.

"It's good to see you, Shen," he said. Regret and joy mixed in his gruff voice.

Good was yet to be determined.

~*~

Thanks for reading. Have a great August.
~Pia Veleno

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sunday already?

All right, SO. I know my last few posts here have mainly centered on the novel I have coming out in November, but honestly, my co-author Chris Owen and I are so excited about it. I can't tell you how many times I wished some of my favorite books/movies/comics/TV shows would cross over with each other! Well, Chris felt the same way, so we finally decided to do something about it.

Never Too Early: The Beginning is the first book in a series starring her cowboys, Jake and Tor from Bareback, and my firemen, Chance and Tucker from Heat. If you haven't read either of these, that's a good place to start. Necessary backstory! Then you'll be ready on November 5 when this book is set to be released.

I've given you some little snips before, but here's another scene just to give you an idea of the chemistry cowboys and firemen can have when they meet each other. Feel free to let us know what you think.

***

He was about to make a joke of his own about the bourbon from Knob Creek when Tucker nudged him. "Well, I’ll be damned," Tucker murmured in a low voice. "Lookit who’s here."

Chance glanced up in time to see two familiar men standing at the hostess stand. Their hats were in their hands and the one named Jake was running fingers through his hair while Tor spoke to the young girl.

"Huh," he said out loud, then purposefully turned his attention back to the drink menu. It was a weird coincidence, that was all. And judging from the reception that Tucker’s invite had gotten last night, Chance was pretty sure Jake and Tor didn’t want to be bothered.

Within two minutes, however, a gray hat entered the edges of his field of vision. "Evening."

Before Chance could look up, let alone collect himself, Tor was joining in. "Enjoy your winnings last night?" he asked happily.

Chance cleared his throat. "Tucker enjoyed my winnings."

"Pfft." Tucker rolled his eyes and looked at Tor. "Listen to this one. Like he didn’t drink just as much as me. Like he didn’t practically go down on me in the restr--"

"Tuck!" Chance interrupted sharply, giving Tucker an elbow in the side. It didn’t deter him much, however. Tucker grinned at Tor and raised his eyebrows.

Jake stood quietly, Chance noticed, although he had definitely shuffled his feet when Tucker started running his mouth.

"A healthy relationship, then," Tor said, laughing out loud. "Good enough." He narrowed his eyes a little at Tucker. "You've got the accent. Have you eaten here before?"

"Shit. I don’t got no accent. Y’alls the ones with the accent. And you bet I been here before. Anyone who likes bourbon’s been here." Tucker waved the drink menu at him. "I can recommend some."

"How about the food?" Jake put in, one eyebrow up.

For once, Chance was grateful that Tucker was carrying most of the conversation. He studied Jake and noted how close he was standing to his partner. Possessiveness again? Chance didn’t know. Tor didn’t seem to mind.

"You like steak?" Tucker asked Jake.

"Of course." Jake nodded once and then added, "And all the stuff that goes with it. But we raise our own cattle so I'm a bit fussy about my beef."

"That's the polite way to put it." Tor sounded like he'd been around Jake when he was unhappy with dinner once or twice. "Completely a bitch is the other way I'd say it."

Chance surprised himself by laughing. "That’s not very nice," he admonished. "If a guy doesn’t like the way his meat is cooked, then send it back until it’s right."

"Yeah," Tucker added, with a smile that only Chance knew was sarcastic instead of agreeable. "Send it back. Again. And again. And maybe once more, because there prolly ain’t enough of the waiter’s spit in it yet."

Chance looked over to find Jake giving him a small smile. "Well?" Chance asked him. "Am I right?"

"You're right. Of course you're right. Who wants to eat a meal that isn't just the way it should be, especially if it has a price tag on it?"

Tor rolled his eyes so hard that Chance thought it must have hurt. "People who can relax and enjoy a meal someone else cooked, that's who."

"You eat your way, I'll eat mine. So, anything on the menu that stood out the last time you were here?" Jake looked at Tucker expectantly. 

***

Check back here in a couple of weeks and there might be more... happy Sunday, slashers!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

When two young Amish men find love, will they risk losing everything?

I’m thrilled to announce the launch date for A Forbidden Rumspringa, my new M/M Amish romance! It’ll be available September 3, 2014, at Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and other online booksellers.

Photo credit: keebosr / Foter / Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)
Photo credit: keebosr / Foter / Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)

Meet Isaac and David

In a world where every detail of life—down to the width of a hat brim—is dictated by God and the all-powerful rules of the community, two men dare to imagine a different way. At 18, Isaac Byler knows little outside the strict Amish settlement of Zebulon, Minnesota, where there is no rumspringa for exploration beyond the boundaries of their insular world. Isaac knows he’ll have to officially join the church and find a wife before too long, but he yearns for something else—something he can’t name.

Dark tragedy has left carpenter David Lantz alone to support his mother and sisters, and he can’t put off joining the church any longer. But when he takes on Isaac as an apprentice, their attraction grows amid the sweat and sawdust. David shares his sinful secrets, and he and Isaac struggle to reconcile their shocking desires with their commitment to faith, family and community.

Now that they’ve found each other, are they willing to lose it all?

More coming soon! A Forbidden Rumspringa: available September 3, 2014

Sunday, July 6, 2014

K9 Kallie



"Good girl, Kallie. Free time."

With fireworks and barbecues wrapping up, let us take a moment to remember all those who are or have dedicated their lives to our freedom.

Click through on the picture to read a beautiful tribute by a Massachusetts trooper for his K-9 partner.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Happy-happy! + New Author!

Happy Canada Day to all the Canadians out there! And happy (almost) Independence Day to all the Americans! It's a week for fireworks and poutine, or fireworks and barbecues, depending on your geography. I intend to enjoy all of the above this week!

And while I have your attention, I must point you to this blog post from MuseItHOT! Publishing. My buddy Brent Archer is featured today and you should totally go check him out. All his links are over there, so I won't bog you down by repeating them here. His sexy post-apocalyptic short story comes out very soon, and there will be many other sexy stories following soon after. If you're looking for bite-sized goodness, you're in for quite the amuse-bouches.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

My favorite time of year...

Summer! I love it. I'm in a fantastic mood from now through the end of August. Long days, hot sun, visits to the beach. It's all good.

Also good is the fact that I have a lot more free time to collaborate with my bestie and co-author, Chris Owen. We're waiting on edits to come back for Never Too Early: The Beginning. That's a novel I first talked about in this post. It's set to come out in November, and we're hoping that the wait for the second novel is much shorter. Good thing we have writing days set aside for it. I offered up a little sample of it here.

Check back here in the coming weeks for more snips from the series. We promise you that you don't want to miss these books!

Monday, June 2, 2014

GWM Wanted has been re-released!

Good news! GWM Wanted is out just a tad early and available for purchase at your favorite retailers.
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 Finding true love is only half the battle. For Mark and Sam, love and commitment came easily. Holding onto it, won’t be nearly as simple.

Mark Peterson is still deeply in love with Sam, his partner of 15 years. He’s perfectly happy with their relationship, even if their sex life has grown a little stale over the years. When he begins to notice Sam’s gaze wandering toward other men, he fears that his younger lover may be losing interest in him.

When Sam suddenly suggests they broaden their sexual horizons by inviting a third man into their bedroom, Mark reluctantly agrees, willing to do whatever it takes to hold onto his lover. He’s willing to share his husband’s body, so long as he retains his heart.

Together, they answer an ad in an online advertisement. The other man seems to be just what they’re looking for — handsome, hung, and only interested in no strings attached fun just as they are. It isn’t until after the excitement begins that they find out they’ve made a terrible mistake.  

Buy Links:

Ebook $2.99
ISBN: 9781311707208

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*Note: If you've read the previous version of GWM Wanted, then there's no need to buy the new version. Other than a brand new hot cover and a little touch of extra editing, there's been no change to the story itself.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Little teaser...

Last time I was here, I let you guys know about the awesome project that Chris Owen and I have been working on. Since then, we got the news that our release date is going to be in November. Both of us were kind of bummed that it's so far away, but we'll be around here and there on social media to promote it way before then. In fact, here's a sneak peek of what you can expect in Never Too Early: The Beginning.


Chance slouched down in his seat and stretched out his legs. At least they were on the aisle. And the people watching was pretty good from his vantage point.

In fact, it was really good. The two men Chance had seen a little while earlier were now on their way back, and this time he could see the front view. One with dark hair and one with hair the color of wet sand, they were tall and lean with tanned faces. Chance somehow knew instinctively that it was from many hours on horseback, outside in the hot summer sun, where even the protection of their cowboy hats wasn’t enough.

He watched from the safety of his seat as they approached the steps leading to his row. Expecting them to pass directly in front, Chance was startled when they checked their tickets and began climbing the stairs. He pulled his feet in from blocking the aisle and pretended to be interested in the racing form in his hand.

A surreptitious glance told him that the cowboys had stopped at the row before his. Chance observed them as they checked their tickets and then, to his pleasure or dismay, Chance didn’t know which, they edged their way into the seats directly in front of Chance and Tucker’s.

Tucker was going to laugh hysterically.

"How long until they start?" the one with dark hair asked his partner. "Do I have time to go make a bet?"

"Sure, if you want. Throwing good money away, though." The tone was warmer than the words. "Get yourself a drink, too."

"Water for you, Jake? I'll see if they have juice."

The one named Jake shook his head. "Water's fine." He looked around, craning his head and finally tipping his hat back on his forehead. "Yeah, same direction. Don't get lost, Tor."

That earned him a flick on the brim of his hat and a snort. Then dark eyes met Chance's as Tor stood and turned. "Keep an eye on this one; he'll change seats just to make me think I got lost." His grin was broad and open, friendly.

"Uh," Chance replied. Yes, very suave, he told himself with a mental eyeroll. "Um, yeah, okay." He managed a smile and forced himself to meet the twinkling brown eyes again. "I’ll pin him down." What? Chance had no idea where the idiotic words had come from.

Jake's head whipped around and Tor threw back his head with a laugh. "Good luck with that. Holler if you need help." He clapped Jake's shoulder with one big hand and then left, still chuckling, leaving Chance with a startled cowboy looking at him.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Steampunk + Kismet

Random things keep entering my sphere of reality lately that are peripherally steampunky. I think the universe is telling me it likes what I'm writing at the moment. ;-) Here are a couple of links that connect to the early 1900s as examples.

85-year-old steam engine ready to roll again in Lewis County
16 Edwardian Colour Photos That Will Make You Feel Like A Time Traveller

There are links to more photos off that second one that I could spend hours happily perusing. But, alas, my m/m steampunk novel isn't going to write itself. Although every now and then I hit a scene that seems to do just that. If only it were always so easy. ::sigh::

Sunday, May 4, 2014

I got the first royalty report on Solo Flight recently. Its first month did not draw close to what Hounded by Love did in its first month, but I wasn’t expecting anything spectacular after my two-year hiatus from writing. It hadn’t been a planned break, and despite my best made plans, I can’t promise another extended disappearance isn’t in store in the near future. As a colleague of mine likes to say “It is what it is.”

I have a wonderful new role within the company I love. The benefits include doing a job that better suits my skills and personality, but there are negatives, such as giving up a significant amount of “down time.” Without this free time, my non-work hours seem shorter than ever.

No, I’m not complaining. Not really. I’m nearly finished with the first of a three-part story I’m writing with a friend. It’s a het-vampire series, and with a character from one of the first novels I wrote “back in the day.” I also have half of the next M/M story written, and another on the back burner based off of a special submission call I saw on the Loose Id loop.

I’ll make no promises on what will be the next one I submit for publishing, but completing one will be high on the priority list. As are the former Silver Publishing stories – I hope to get them reprinted sometime this year, either independently, or with a trusted publisher. I’ll let you know as soon as plans firm up.

In the meantime, dear Readers, thank you for those of you who’ve taken the chance on Solo Flight. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope that its untraditional theme resonates with some of you like it did for me. Perhaps I should write more on that. But later. Remind me.

May the forth be with you, dear Readers. Have a great month!


~Pia

Sunday, April 27, 2014

So a cowboy and fireman walk into a bar...

Well, here we are at the end of April, and I hope it's safe to say that the East Coast's horrible winter is finally gone. I was lucky enough not to experience it personally, but the pictures alone were horrifying.

I signed a contract last week! I think it's finally time to disclose what my co-author and I have been working on for a really long time. A while back -- okay, eight years back -- my bestie Chris Owen and I wondered what would happen if we decided to write a mash-up of two of our most popular couples. What if Jake and Tor from Bareback happened to meet Chance and Tucker from Heat? Would cowboys and firemen have anything in common? Would they be friends? There were so many questions. We started out writing something just for fun in our spare time, just to see what would happen.

Well, it grew. The little "for fun" story we were writing for our own amusement got longer... and longer... and longer, until it finally topped out around two hundred thousand words. When we stopped, Chris and I realized that the book had evolved into something that needed to be shared. It was a good book.

We broke it up into three smaller, more manageable novels, submitted the first one, and held our breath. Would our publisher be okay with two authors putting popular couples together like this? The answer, thankfully, was yes. Contract has been signed.

Look for the first novel in a three-book trilogy to be out sometime in the next six months. This has been eight years in the making, and we promise you that Never Too Early: The Beginning will knock your socks off.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Blog Hop and Other Stuff

I participated in a blog hop recently that is all about one's writing process. If you've been curious how mine works (or doesn't) you can check out my contribution to the hop here.

I got to spend another lovely afternoon lunching and talking writing and theatre with my friend Brent Archer. He has several erotic m/m short stories that are due to be released into the wild over the next few months. I promise links when I have them. If you spot his stories first, don't wait for me. Check them out. You'll be glad you did!
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